Hitch

I sat in a tall chair, rolling the ice around the heavy crystal tumbler, listening to the bell-like chink before lifting the glass to my lips and taking a swig of neat vodka. The liquor was strong and smooth, not quite burning as it slipped down my throat, but making me breathe in deeply as it hit my stomach. I placed the glass down on the table next to me, and began to unbutton my shirt.

“Come”, I answered, and the handle turned slowly, a shaft of light bleeding into the room as the door eased open and you slipped into the room, quietly pushing the door closed behind you and twisting the lock with a loud ‘click’.

You stepped slowly and deliberately toward the centre of the room, pausing at the edge of the disc of light thrown from the lamp behind me, with your feet neatly together at the penumbra, softly lit. And you waited.

I looked you up and down, nodding gently with approval. Your creamy blonde hair was tied back in a neat French plait, a few strands of hair teased out intentionally to frame your face. Your dress was black, tight, following your curves, hemmed at mid-thigh, your long sleek legs bare beneath it, straining on scarlet near-patent four-inch open-toed stilettos. A wide red belt pulled the waist in tight, and the buttons that dotted down the full length of the front of the dress showed that you’d chosen the garment not because you wanted me to see you in it, but because it was simple and effortless to discard. Your deep red lips glistened and your eyes sparkled with anticipation as you waited for me to speak.

“Top three buttons. Now”, I barked, reaching for the glass and taking another sip of the cool fire.

You smiled, nodding almost indiscernibly, and reached up to flick the top three buttons open, spreading the lapels wide and revealing your decolletage. Even in the dim light, I could make out the lace of your black bra cups, leading up to slender straps across your creamy shoulders.

“Wider.”

You pulled the dress open, straining and then popping off the fourth button which rattled across the floor and disappeared into a dark corner. Dragging the dress off your shoulders, you pulled it down until it only just covered the swell of your cleavage.

“Better”, I hissed, noting your smile as I complimented your adherence to my instructions.

“Come closer”, I breathed, and savoured the waft of strong musky perfume as you stepped forward until just out of my reach.

“Bottom two buttons”, I ordered, putting the glass down and laying my hand on the swelling in my pinstriped trousers. My cock pulsed beneath my touch as I watched you lean forward and delicately twist the bottom buttons of your dress apart – affording me a perfect view of your soft round breasts and cleavage down the parted neckline.

As you straightened up, the buttons undone, you glanced at my crotch, lips glistening as you flicked your tongue across them. My shaft pulsed.

“Be patient”, I whispered. “All in good time, you little cock-whore”. You grinned, taking the compliment as it was intended.

I looked you up and down, the lamp giving just enough light for me to see the shimmer of your satin thong between the edges of your unbuttoned dress.

“Hitch it up”, I commanded, settling back into my armchair.

You reached down and took the separate corners of the dress and slid them up your thighs, wriggling your hips as you slowly drew the material up to your navel, where it rucked up around your waist, revealing the tiniest of black thongs with tiny strings reaching up over your hips, and a small narrow triangle of satin covering the soft mound of your pussy, disappearing between your slightly parted legs. The satin glimmered in the lamp-light, and where it lay taut over your labia I could see it glistened slightly. You’d been wet long before you knocked on the door, and I had no doubt that your fingers had slipped between your legs and into your panties while you’d sat in the back of the car travelling to meet me.

I unzipped my trousers and slipped my cock out into the cool air, letting it pulse and bob back and forth with each heartbeat. You looked down at it, eyes widening, hips subconsciously pushing forward towards me. I patted the cushion of the armchair next to my hip.

“Foot.”

You obeyed immediately, lifting your foot up onto the cushion next to me, your pussy just inches from my face, hitching your dress up to your red belt to reveal your soft belly.

I leant forward, and hooking the side of the satin thong with my finger, dragged it aside to reveal your smooth bare pussy. Your lips were plump, pink and moist, and your juices oozed from your slit, sweet scented and sparkling in the soft light.

I slipped my finger up into you, watching your eyes close as it slid into your tight wet cunt, soft and warm, muscles clenching around my digit pushing deep inside you.

Your breathing quickened as I fingered you, your mouth dropping slightly open and tongue tracing your lips. You rolled your head from side to side, and when I slid another two fingers up into you, I could feel you roll your hips, urging me deeper inside you. I pulled you closer, leaning toward you until my breath tickled your navel, and as my tongue met your belly, slowly tracing a circle around your neat button, you bit your lip hard. I kissed and licked your navel, working my lips down to your mons, lightly brushing your skin with my mouth and making you shudder with each flick of my tongue tip, until finally it reached the line of your slit, and I pushed it hard onto your clit, my warm muscle hitting a thousand nerve-endings and causing your legs to weaken.

I took the foot that rested on the armchair next to me and lifted it up to my shoulder, spreading you wider. Your stiletto scraped down my shoulder-blade, coming to rest on the seat-back, until you were astride me, my face pushed hard between your spread thighs. I forced my tongue into your soaking pussy, feeling the silky softness of your g-string against my cheek as I devoured your cunt, filling you with my tongue and lapping your juices. My hands reached around for your arse, pulling your hips harder onto my face, and you felt yourself topple, dropping your skirts and grabbing my head to steady yourself – burying my face firmly in your pussy as you did so. As I licked and flicked your clit and gently nibbled your soft lips you moaned and sighed, muttering filthy language under your breath.

“Mmm…. cock… fuck… lick me out… eat my pussy… oh… love ….your… tongue in my cunt… mmmmm…. fuck yesss…” you moaned, and as your vocabulary trawled the gutter and your first climax rippled through your body, my cock throbbed.

You squirmed and twisted over me, pushing against the chair back and trying to keep your balance with your remaining foot on the floor as you convulsed with each thrust of my tongue into your cunt. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer – my cock was beating hard and felt like it was going to explode. I eased you backwards and dropped your foot to the floor, savouring the perfect view of of your pussy before your dress slipped down your thighs.

“Turn around”, I instructed, and you complied swiftly, bending slightly and hitching your skirt up over your firm arse quickly. Further commands weren’t necessary – you lowered yourself to my lap, reaching between your legs and stroking my shaft up and down with your soft slender fingers before dropping and guiding me into you. My thick shaft slid deep into your wet pussy, filling you with hard heat and drawing a sharp intake of breath as you settled down on me, spreading your legs either side of my lap and wriggling your hips to take every inch of me.

You started to bounce on my lap, sliding my cock in and out of you, using the armrests to lift yourself and then driving your ass back down hard onto me. I could feel your juices seeping and spreading across the crotch of my trousers as you fucked me, cool on my navel and boxer shorts.

My hands slipped around your waist, and I unbuttoned the remainder of the dress, twisting the clasp of the belt open and casting it aside. I cupped your breast with one hand, slipping it up inside the bra cup and squeezing it roughly, while my other hand snaked between your spread legs, fingers massaging your pussy and finding the hard nub of your clitoris as you bounced up and down vigorously on my pulsating cock.

You rocked harder and harder, taking every inch of me, moaning low groans under your breath as each rise and fall slid my thick shaft in and out of your soft warm pussy. Your hand met mine between your thighs, and pushed my fingers harder down onto your sensitive bud, the sensation causing you to buck and twist on me as another orgasm coarsed through you.

Your pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock, and I felt my stomach begin to tighten and convulse. My scrotum tightened, and your fingers pushed down into my trousers, rubbing my balls and cupping them, until I burst into you, my hot seed filling your pussy in thick streams, you rubbed and squeezed me gently as if to urge every last drop of come deep into you. My cock throbbed, oozing thick semen deep inside you, filling your core before oozing back out of your slit and down onto my navel. You twisted on my lap, savouring my hot stickiness inside you, finally slowing your rocking and bouncing as the last waves of your own climax shuddered through your spine.

We sat in the dim light, pausing while our interlocked bodies throbbed together and the waves of pleasure rippled over us, gradually subsiding and calming until finally you stood, turning to face me. Your unbuttoned dress fell away, your soft belly glistening with perspiration and your crumpled thong still pulled aside – I looked at your delicious pussy, my come still dripping from it and running down your inner thigh.

“Get me another drink”, I told you, implicitly denying you permission to fix your clothes. You walked over to the decanter and poured more vodka into my tumbler, dropping another couple of ice cubes into the glass before walking back and passing it to me. I dipped my finger into the clear drink and drew it along the underside of my still-firm cock, leaving a dripping trail of the clear liquid.

“Help yourself to a drink….” I smiled. You were already casting your dress off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before kneeling in front of me and dropping your mouth onto my cock….

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