1. Angie's Love


    Date: 3/22/2024, Categories: Femdom, Author: maxinexx 

    ... surprised, his hold tightens, 'Cleaning company? I thought you might work as a beauty therapist.'

The slightest hint of a smile appears on Angie's cherry flesh lips, 'Why did you think that?'

'Because you have such a beautiful face.'

She blushes, 'You're just being kind.

'Not at all. You're a very attractive woman.'

'I try to stay young.'

He shifts the subject, 'Do you have any children?'

'No, I couldn't have children.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be! I am perfectly happy without children. I lead a very busy life.'

She pauses to think: and you, are you married? Do you have any children waiting for you at home? Are there other women, passing strangers in your life, rearing your unwanted bastards? Tell me your secrets. She decides against. The thought of discussing his marriage (surely he isn't married?), his illegitimate clutch of children, she finds distracting. Does she really want to know?

She runs out of small talk. He talks to her silently, exploring her with his fingertips, his puckered lips. Angie sighs as he gently unclasps the hook on her dress, drawing its zip as far as her bra strap, fluffing her honey hair, kissing her earlobes, the tell-tale brown hairs on the nape of her neck, pressing his lips into her soft tanned skin, brushing the hairy down on her upper back. She feels goosebumps rising on her exposed skin. Feels him pull the zip as far as the small of her back, licking a trace down her spine, savouring her skin, feels him lick her ...
    ... body, a fresh, tingling, sensation in her cleft, a zest for living she hasn't felt for years.

God, it's started!

'Please,' she murmurs.

He eases the dress off her shoulders. She slips the fabric down her arms, pulling it off as far as her hips, exposing her shoulders, her slender back, her midriff, her waist, for him to hold to kiss. His lips press into the small of her back. He holds her hips. The dress falls in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She steps out of it showing off her beige underwired bra, her satin briefs.

Angie's body is magnificent. She is perfectly proportioned, well cared for: she has a blemish-free tanned complexion. Her skin feels well nourished. He leans into her, his lips brushing her bronzed skin, addicted to her intimate body scent, he just can't stop kissing her divine flesh.

'Mmmn?'

'Be Michael for me.'

He's engaged in roleplay for clients before as part of their erotic fantasies. But this is the first time he ever performed the role of a woman's dead husband. He finds the prospect daunting, detecting a subtle change in Angie who has shaken off her pre-sex jitters, become more strident, dominant. He suspects she has a plan, a screenplay for him, her performing sea lion, her captive puppet-on-a-string, to act out. He isn't far wrong.

'How would you like me to act for you, Angie?' he asks, gently massaging her shoulders.

She smiles fully for the first time. The smile lights up her face, 'I'll help you. Listen to me carefully. ...
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