The dinner party. - Sex Stories

The dinner party.

... warning and twirling me around. Then he herded me forwards towards the dainty looking dresser table. I looked at him through the mirror, my eyebrows raised inquisitively. He smiled mischievously while speaking. "I want to watch you, watching me as I fuck that beautiful arse of yours!" "Promises, promises," I retorted provocatively while resting my hands on the shiny polished table top and leaning forward. I arched my back and pushed my rear end into his excited loins whilst glancing over my shoulder. With an expression of misbehaviour, I saw with extreme pleasure his cock pressing against my bum. With a sigh of satisfaction, I looked back at the mirror and could see his wolfish grin watching me. I winked and then wiggled my ass, feeling no restraint from his hands on my hips, only his prick pressing deliciously into my bum. "Tonight, when you're bored to tears at the dinner table," he began dryly, "You'll be able to close your eyes and remember this image," he said, sliding his hands down the back of my thighs. “I’d enjoy it more if your cock’s inside me.” I replied huskily. “Patience my little slut, just be patient. All good things...” he said, eyebrows raised sardonically. "Make sure you're close to me then, tonight" I warned impishly, "Because I'll be so fucking horny, I may need another good seeing to." I raised my eyebrows knowingly. "And if you're not available or make me wait too long,” I continued giggling, “I might need to ask the neighbo..." Quick as a ...

... rattlesnake, his hand whipped across my buttocks and despite my skirt being between his hand and my bare bum, the stinging sensation succeeded in silencing me. His eyes widened in feigned outrage and he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish on speed. I smiled reprehensibly, pleased with the reaction I'd taunted out of him but he caught me in the mirror and gave me another hard slap. This time I yelped in pain which seemed to please him. "If I had the time, I'd give you a damn good spanking for even suggesting anything like that." he said in mock anger. His intense blue eyes twinkled dangerously. "Maybe I should stop right now and let you feel total frustration for the rest of the evening." He smiled diabolically and I could see the twisted humour in his handsome face but even as he spoke, his foot tried spreading my legs so he could have me, but my skirt was proving to be quite the hindrance. "We both know you can't do without this," he said arrogantly, pushing his hardness into me and we both knew he was right. He leant over me and placed his mouth very close to my ear. “You know I’m the only one who'll fuck you how you like it, don’t you?” he said hoarsely, a large hand pulling my abdomen and tightly clad rear onto his erection. "My skirt is in the way," I said impatiently while tactfully avoiding his question. "Mmmm, don't worry about that," he said confidently whilst reaching for the hem of the offending garment. "We'll soon have that up and around your waist." Moments later, ...