Bitch On A Leash (part one)

     She was totally unaware of what was about to happen. Once she crossed over the threshold between outside and into her home, I appeared to her out of the shadow sitting on the couch in the living room. She recognized me and had forgotten she told me earlier over the phone to let myself in.
 
Odd, I thought earlier. We had met at a bar the night before, she had to leave suddenly and gave me her number. When I texted her the following morning, she had apologized again for leaving so suddenly and sent me a selfie of her in the shower that morning. The water glistening on her skin, the twinkle in her eye knowing the picture was headed my way, and her plump lips. We had yet to kiss or embrace, and the anticipation of such as a sat there on her couch waiting, waiting
 
agonizingly, was unbearable as the tip of my dick was wet to the point where my boxers felt damp. I wondered if she was also wet, and if her panties were damp after all day at work thinking of me.
 
Finally, I said, “well well, you look like you forgot about me, or did you?” Her smile curved into a scimitar and that twinkle I recognized from her photo appeared like a diamond in the white of her eye.
 
She responded, “long day, honestly it slipped my mind that you were here.” Here she paused while setting her pocketbook down on the coffee table before me and continuing, “ya know, I’m a businesswoman - quite busy.”
 
Then my smile also curved into a scimitar as I said, “you strike me as a HARD worker.” The twinkle in the light now present within both her eyes, she revealed her wit, “HARD? More like TIGHT and SLIPPERY personality.”
 
I didn’t quite understand the metaphor, however, the message was obvious. She continued, “what kind of personality are you?”
 
My mouth was watering in anticipation of tasting her, whether it be kissing at the very least, or letting her sit on my face, allowing her pussy crème to drain into my mouth.
 
“I’m a HARD worker with a large personality and a powerful drive.”
 
She chuckled as she stared back at me playing with her hair and said, “well, too bad we don’t work together in the stuffy office of mine.”
 
Here it comes, I thought. “Oh yeah? What would’ve happened in your office?”
 
 She let out a soft giggle, and twirling her finger in her hair she answered, “well, my office would have aromas of sweaty sex and especially of wet pussy.” I had to ask, “that’s hot, what about home sex?” Here she stopped playing with hair and set herself down on the cushion beside me, her bare leg leaning against mine.
 
I could sense her warmth as she leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder. I could smell her perfume mixed with her sweet breath, I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Then I pressed my lips into her forehead and got my first taste of her on my lips. Her legs were crossed at this point, but then, still in her skirt, she unwrapped her legs and spread them as she leaned beside me.
 
The hand closest to me came to rest on mine and her other hand rested over her skirt. Instinctively, I began to run my fingertips up and down the palm and fingers of her hand. Her palm was warm and sweaty and I wanted nothing more than for her to grasp my cock and stroke it before she got it wet with her mouth.
 
 “You want me?” I asked her blatantly.
 
Her eyes darted to mine and she whispered, “yes.”
 
 I added, “I’ll make a deal with you.” Here she again gave that great smile and said, “as a businesswoman I know how to make a deal!
 
So, what’s the deal here?” I pressed my lips into hers and we exchanged hot breaths before I proposed, “you go down on me and I’ll go down on you.”
 
She let out a long breath of relief and exclaimed, “deal!”
 
Here I noticed her lonely hand over her skirt and reached over, guiding her lonely hand over the bulge in my jeans extending down my thigh. She giggled and mentioned,
 
 “I’m curious - I want to take a closer look.” Her other hand left mine and and as her fingers pinched ahold of my zipper she paused and looked back up to me and asked, “only if that’s ok with you.” “Of course,” I answered.
 
She then dragged my zipper open revealing my boxers. Then she grasped my belt buckle and looked up to me and said, “I hope your gonna belt me with this leather, and I wouldn’t be totally opposed to you strapping your leather around my neck as we’re pounding skin.”
 
 “Oh, I wish we had many belts then you’d get to see how good I can pound and whip skin.” Here she evidently reached a new height of ecstasy as she wrapped one leg over mine and ran her fingernails over my bulge. Undoing my belt, she began giving short brushes with her tongue on the sensitive skin of my neck.
 
 Then a long brush with her tongue that ascended the length of my neck. Then she placed her mouth at my ear and whispered, “now I have a deal for you.” I turned to her and inquired, “and what is the deal?” She delivered another long brush with her wet tongue up my neck before answering, “we take turns playing the bitch.” This was new ground for me and I didn’t quite know what to expect, however, I was brave.
 
So, I answered, “you can have your way with me if I can have my way with you.” “Yes,” she answered enthusiastically.
 
“So, who’s the bitch first?” I asked. Unbuttoning my jeans and parting the leather straps she said emphatically, “me first, I’m overwhelmed with horniness and I feel the need to be punished for being such a sweet girl when my clothes are on.
 
” I smiled as I was amused by this woman and there I took off my belt and looped it with ease around her small neck and fed the strap through the buckle until it was firm around her neck. “A bitch on a leash!” I exclaimed.
 
She looked at me and added, “nay, I’m YOUR BITCH on a leash!” She exclaimed back. Digging the word very much, I wanted to call her BITCH as much as possible.
 
“My BITCH goes on all fours - but leave your clothes on for now.” As I held onto the leather strap, she made her way to the floor before me and opened my legs, again massaging my bulge. I added some pull to the strap and it constricted around her neck.
 
 Smiling back at me, she was showing resistance. So, with more pull, I slowly pulled her over my opened pants. She rested both her hands on my thighs before pulling down my jeans, she ran her tongue over my bulge and placed her mouth over it. I could feel the heat from her breath through the jeans.
 
Then she ran her fingernails up and down my thighs and I told her to look at me again. There I pulled with more force and said to her, “so, you’re a big girl, you know what to do. If I have to, if you force me, I will punish you for being a girl too sweet and innocent!”
 
 She looked down at my bulge and nodded. She grasped with both hands my jeans and slid them down passed my knees, exposing my protruding bulge in my damp boxers.
 
Again, I made a pull at the leather strap around her neck as if it were a command by now. Then she pinched my boxers between her fingers and slid them over my erect cock.
 
 “I like you,” I exhaled. Looking at me with lust in her eyes, she said, “I like you too.” And her hand slid over to the base of my cock and she grasped. “Suck me off.” And with one long brush of her tongue up the shaft she slid the head into the back of her throat.  
 
She pulled it out and I said, “spit on it, get it nice and wet.” And with no effort, spitting out a string of white spit which landed on the tip and dripped down the shaft. Then she ran her tongue back up the shaft licking up the white string of her spit and back in my cock went into her throat.
 
She gagged and when she tried to back away, I kept a firm grip on her leash and pulled her mouth back over my cock. Then her head bobbed up and down first slowly then with rapidity. Back out my cock went.