Your Cock in Lace - Sex Stories

Your Cock in Lace

... me?" I tease. "Yes, Mistress." I slide my left hand down, feeling for the knot. My right hand on the tip spreading your pre-cum all over your head. I find your balls tied snuggly and can't help but squeeze. You let out a soft sigh. I spend some time playing with the tip of your dick; running my finders up and down and around. I lick your lips and allow you to kiss me back. Your breath growing heavy. Bit by bit, my right hand travels lower and lower twisting and turning. I feel your head become engorged and think how nice it would feel in my mouth. The moisture and heat along with gentle suction very erotic and seductive. Perhaps that could be your reward one day if you continue to please me? I sense you're ready to cum as you moan into my mouth. But instead of letting you explode, I rip off the thong and pull away. You whimper in frustration. I laugh and in a patronizing tone say: "Oh, did my Baby want to cum?" I button your pants leaving your cock hanging out and put the panties in my purse. "Until next time," I say walking away. "Wait!" you yell opening your eyes. My dark curls fall on my left breast as I turn to face you. You see me for the first time and are amazed at how sweet and innocent I look. As soon as you register my expression however, you know you made a mistake. I approach. You watch the hypnotizing movements of my hips with every step I take. But before you can utter another word you feel the stinging of your left cheek as my hand makes contact. Then ...

... another. And another. "Kneel!" You fall to your knees. I lift up my skirt exposing my trimmed pussy. "Is this what you want?" "Yes, Mistress." Setting one foot next to your knee and the other on top of the bench, I put my pussy in your face. I spread the lips and expose my dripping wetness which is now running down my legs. "Stick out your tongue!" I order. You do as I commend. I use it to stimulate my clit. Grinding against it as if it were a sex toy. Using you for my own pleasure. I pull away for a moment, bend down, slap your face and say: "Stroke your cock! But don't you dare cum!" You touch yourself and I continue to rhythmically slide my hips back and forth. With your eyes now open, you see me lift up my shirt and expose my perky breasts. I look down at you with your face between my legs as I squeeze my nipples and moan. You pause in between stokes feeling ready to cum at any moment. Seeing your excitement, I orgasm. My juices run down your tongue, into your mouth and onto your face. I straighten out and smile seeing desire overwhelm you as you sit there on the ground with my cum all over your face. I lift you up by your messy chin and kiss you. "You were a veerrry bad boy... opening your eyes like that..." I shake my head while clicking my tongue in a disapproving manner. "Don't you dare touch that cock! It's mine! And don't ever forget your place at my feet!" I command. You watch me walk away leaving you filled with raw lust. As I disappear in the distance, you realize that ...