Her Pleasure by Lady Karma

by Lady Karma

It had been a fun night out.  She hadn't seen her friend for some time, what with work and family life taking over. She so needed to relax and that's exactly what she had done. It had started slowly but by the end of the night she had become rather tipsy and rather horny. This was probably why she had come home feeling as she did.

As she stepped out of the cab, she smiled seductively at the driver.   He was somewhat older then she was, and he was somewhat rugged.  He was not her type but -- hey -- her smile and the chit chat that she had offered him had gotten her taxi rate halved. This was always a bonus. Carefully, without giggling too much, she thought back to the evening as she opened the door.  Taking a deep breath she placed her small bag down near the door and then she locked it. Walking up the stairs, she dropped an item of clothing as she walked up, every two steps, one after another, leaving a trail of clothing for him to see to tomorrow. It was his place to keep the house tidy. It was his place to do many things.

Entering the room she noticed him there, lying across the foot of the bed where her feet would have been had she been asleep already. That was his place sometimes -- especially when he had misbehaved. Stepping quietly, her body bare of clothing, the light from a gap in the blinds gently traced her smooth skin.  It danced down across her slender shape, illuminating the perfect curve of her breast as she leaned down to open a drawer. It was "that" drawer -- the one in which she kept her favourite items. Of course it was the closest one to the bed.  Taking out something she chuckled, then quickly shushing herself.  She was trying not to wake him just yet. A second item and a third item were taken from the drawer. Then, carefully, she leaned over his body. He was asleep.  Gently his breath danced in her ears. It was a sound she enjoyed hearing, even though she didn't let him onto that. She loved hearing all the sounds that he made: the whimpers, the gasps and the yelps -- not only his subtle, soft snoring.

Reaching over she stroked his bare back, knowing that this would awake him slowly.  She placed something onto one wrist and then, taking his other arm as he began to stir, she cuffed the other, both wrists together. Perhaps a little before he awoke, but surely by the time he was cuffed, he was aware of what was going on. She giggled again.  The soft scent of the cherry brandies that she had been drinking caressed the air close to his face.  She whispered against his cheek, "Guess what, pet. I'm in need of some fun -- and you will give it to me. " With that she turned him over so that he lay on his back. "Shuffle up!  Head off the bed, boy! " She spoke in a stern voice. The room was still semi-dark with only the natural moonlight dancing over her body.  Still it was light enough to see that his body stirred, responding to what she had said and done. He twitched and she saw it. Again she chuckled. Once he had moved where she asked, she moved to the side of the bed. His head hung lightly over the edge looking down she stands.  She stood, her legs on either side of his head.  "Pleasure me. Make me cum and you might get something in return. " Again her words were stern and short, not telling much at all. He parted his lips and his tongue darted out.  As she saw this she moved, placing her sweet, slightly wet pussy over his face.  Already she was highly aroused . She bent enough for him to move and to flick his tongue against her. Waiting, she enjoyed feeling the sensual teasing flicks of his tongue as he began to tease her hardening bud. Shivers of excitement moved over her. Gripping his head a little she began to gyrate against his face.  His nose was pressing and teasing the tight star of her behind as she moved forward. Now his chin danced on her clit as his tongue snaked up between her wet, slick walls.

He continued to pleasure her, tasting, moaning, and softly gasping for breath.  She lifted her body up enough to let him breath before moving back down. His tongue went in deeper, harder, and faster, bringing her pleasure as she had asked him to. Her hands still held his face.  Then they moved. Nails danced over his bare chest, while his wrists -- still held beneath him -- left him unable to move given the position he was in.  She began to scratch.  Her nails traveled lightly up and down his body, marking him and giving him pain.   She rolled herself over him. Her body was intensely heating up with need and hunger the closer to impending combustion that she came. An inferno of pleasure started from her very core, moving up her sweet sex and across her tummy, toward her mind.  She had fallen to the depths of that insanity which he seemed perfect at creating -- for her. This perhaps was why she had decided to keep him after their first chance meeting. Again, this was something she would never tell him. Her nails gripped him, pulling down on the small buds of his nipples as she finally snapped. She sent what she hoped was painful pleasure to him.  His moans only intensified her pleasure. Her juices danced over his tongue; he lapped up everything she offered. Still, she rolled against him, fucking his tongue, his lips, and his face. She was using him for her pleasure. Lifting herself up, she felt her mind returning to her.  She was breathing hard, hungry for air.  Her breathing caused her large breasts to lift and fall with each intake. "Well done, boy!" His head was still over the edge of the bed.  His breathing was deep.  His shaft, she noticed as she looked down his body, was hard.  The poor head,  thick and plump, was full of hunger for her.  More exactly, it was ready for release. Turning back to his ear she whispered, "Good!  That's part of it done -- but before you get your fun I want something else. " She lifted something big and black that smelt of latex.

He couldn't see it but it was a ...

[To be continued]