Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... brushing against it and feeling how smooth she was. Lotte had definitely waxed, not shaved; she was frictionless. Slowly, he completed an orbit of her slit, basking in her scent, enjoying the sensation of her skin against his lips.

"Do I feel nice?" his wife asked.

Hector looked up at her and nodded. Her eyes sparkled like gemstones high above him. He nuzzled between her folds, parting her with his tongue and tasting her musk. Lotte shivered. Hector wanted to free his arms, bound uselessly behind his neck. He wanted to explore his wife with his tongue and his fingers, until he had her writhing under his expert touch. Instead, his tongue sought out her clit and he brushed over it, lapping eagerly until he heard Lotte hiss and catch her breath.

He could taste how aroused she was, how close already. Her domination of him had already brought her to the brink, and a certain logic clicked in his head. It wasn't the collar, or even the oral that was getting his wife so hot, it was his submission. Purposefully, he met her eyes, staring up at her, powerless to do anything else but pleasure her. Lotte stared down at him as if transfixed, taking in the sight of her husband on his knees, made to serve her. She reacted forcefully, trembling on the spot, her eyes flaring wide, lost in the moment. He could see that this wasn't a game for her: this was her dream, her deepest fantasy. His tongue dived deep inside her entrance and she began to quake uncontrollably.

Hector sucked ...

... her juices greedily as she twitched and moaned in the throes of a sudden and tremendous climax. There had been practically no build-up, no warning, and now his tongue buried itself inside her twitching walls as she came and came. It was a revelation.

Lotte shuddered one last time and then pulled back from his questing tongue, leaving his face smeared and shining with her juices, his cock standing rigid, demanding attention. She continued to stare at him blankly, exposing in that one action just how much this all meant to her. Lotte blinked, refocused and took a deep steadying breath. Hector watched silently as she reasserted control over herself. After a moment, Lotte tugged her skirt back into place then patted him on the head. He saw her glance at the clock.

"That was acceptable. I'm just going to clean up a bit. Stay exactly where you are. Don't move."

With that, she strode past him, heels ringing out on the stone, receding into the distance. Hector heard her walk away, feeling in equal parts awed and frustrated by her behaviour. She'd left him kneeling on the uncomfortable stone floor now that she'd had her fun. If she didn't hurry back, his knees would start to hurt.

By the time he heard the clicking of her approaching heels, his knees were in agony. He'd taken to shifting from one leg to the other to try and relieve the stress of kneeling on stone, but it wasn't helping. He stopped, trying to remain perfectly still as instructed, conscious of the fact that his ...