Michele's Mistake - 5 - Sex Stories

Michele's Mistake - 5

... a slap on the butt, like in the movies. “Hey,” he says. “Turn over Sir,” I giggle. Chapter Two He complies. I straddle him again, facing his feet. My sex is right on top of his erect cock. His lustful grunt is felt in my core. I try to sit still, not wanting to let things get out of control yet. I start back at his feet and work my way back up his thighs. I slip my weight back on his chest, as I work his upper thighs. I feel his hands on my ass. “Sir, no touching. Behave or I will have to tie you down.” “Yes, Mistress,” he says playfully again. Beyonce’s, Haunted, is playing. I work all round his cock. I rub some oil onto his shaft and balls. I spread the oil around his scrotum. His hands are touching me again. “I warned you,” acting as if I am mad. I get off of him and get the restraints that are already attached to the bed. I attach them to his feet, spreading them. Then I move up and take his arms above his head. When I am strapping them down, He nips at my breasts that are hanging near his face. “Sir, do I need to get a muzzle?” “How am I supposed to resist your lovely breasts when you have them so near?” “You just behave, or else.” “Or else what baby girl.” “Just or else…...” I giggle. “I may have to punish you Sir.” Once he is secure, I climb back onto him. This time facing him. Again, my now wet pussy, his pussy, is rubbing against his erect cock. Because he is restrained now, I rub my clit against his cock. My hands on his chest, I move back and forth, riding him. ...

... The Weeknd’s song, Where You Belong, is now playing. I re-oil my hands and begin to work his abs and chest. I’m still grinding on him as I do. The lust in his hazel eyes, tempts me to end this and take him inside me. It takes everything I have not to. While I’m doing his shoulders and arms, my breasts are dangling near his face. It gives me an idea. I reach for the oil again, this time I rub it onto my breasts. I cup them and squeeze them, as a show for him. All the while, still grinding on his hard shaft. I scoot down on his legs, and lower my oily breasts onto his erect cock. I rub them against him. He groans and pushes his hips up to meet me. I let his swollen cock, slide between my breasts, as I squeeze them together. I slowly move up his taut body, rubbing my breasts on him. I don’t know if he feels the same way about this as I do, but if his sounds are any indication, they seem to. When I get to his face, I let them hang over him, tempting him. I let one nipple touch his face. “You may suckle Sir.” With that he takes my erect nipple into his mouth. His tongue feels so good, laving my tight bud. I let him take in the other nipple. Oh god, that feel so good. I am not going to last long this way. I have so much more I want to do, while I have a captive audience. So I reluctantly move back. I’m sitting on his chest. I spread my legs and show him what this has done to me. My labia has flowered and my lips are swollen with lust. My clit is peeking out from under it’s protective ...