Forbidden Pleasure
Driana got the benefit of pumping her pussy on her hot man's stiff cock but today was different. Sure the era was different but those with the secret life of bdsm tended to keep things pretty hush hush. In her own world she owned a particular piece of anthropomorphic furniture. A footstool to be exact.
It was all literally, figuratively, and oh so deliciously how she treated her footstool. On a day like today it was all very normal, Driana loved rubbing her feet up and down his cat like fur. It always amaze her for someone who was considered a dominant to be at her beck and call. Silly DragonCat.
She had a few plans for her footstool. Stretching each well manicured foot across his back ruffling each strand until his purrs filled the air and the vibrations kneaded all the right places. Her lip was caught between her pearly white teeth anything to stiffen her little moans. Everything had fallen quiet in the household and like the queen she was it was her way every time. Setting her feet down she got up innocent like until she was sure his green eyes moved not once.
"Azuko, do you understand your full job here? .. Yes?" She hadn't bothered to wait for an answer when her kick to his side was rather swift and degrading. She enjoyed watching him struggle for a single piece of breath. Her tail snapped around his neck making it much harder to grasp that simple little concept.
This allowed her to lose her mind in that particular moment and not worry about any rough moments or the fact her mate would walk in through the door. The thought of being caught only aroused her more as she mounted his lap. Her skirt was pushed allowing her to press her pussy into his crotch. She held her pussy firm to the very base of his cock just letting her hips rotate slowly clockwise. She was prone to make this a sexual escape quite the workout.
Her rotating hips guided his cock against each curve of her velvet walls. She bounced slightly on her legs bending over in a squat, sliding her pussy up and down his raging cock. She could feel him under her hands straining to breath and want more. Another beautiful feature she admired. His on hips raising and colliding with hers. How deep, how fast, he was in her power. She had all the control..
His deep spirals stirred up her pussy all the more, spiraling deep over and over driving her mad. They were linked by her own pussy, clenching and unclenching forcing him to be her very slave. It wasn't just about how big and thick he was. She slowed him down digging her nails into his chest as she once more reversed the rotations of her hips. She exhaled. Trembling as the flow of her fun coursed with erotic electricity.
Azuko'scock surged harder, pulsed thicker finding a way to press even deeper. It was pure ecstasy. It made her moan louder and louder each time making her swear bloody murder. She couldn't even bounce anymore but she focused what little energy she had on squeezing the raging thick head of his cock. Smothering it with her juices and burning it with her heat. She felt so full, so stuffed and plugged up like never before.
She had fantasized so many times about her precious little footstool. Only having to sate those dirty thoughts by touching herself when she was sure no one was watching. Just the thoughts were so sexy. She often enough would show up in short skirts and no underwear. There was a time when she masturbated in front of her footstool letting the heels of her feet dig into his back. That is a moment to share.. in another story.
Reaping the rewards of her own efforts, planning every moment, calculating how she was gonna ride him. She mustered every ounce of energy to make her pussy bounce on his cock. Bouncing faster and faster to every deep angle that would force his cock against her womb. Her pussy no longer tight and firm. It was opened to its fullest stuffed with her nectar and his fuckstick. She couldn't even clench her pussy with how fully she was. She didn't want to stop. Not yet.
Pushing her inner muscles outward with every bounce proving what a good fuckstick he was. She leaned her weight forward with her hands fully on his chest. She raised her cunt halfway gliding the outer rim of her pussy against the underside of his cock. Every inch twitched inside her but his cockhead was like a stopper keeping her from popping off his cock fully. She slammed her pussy all the way back down with a shout of his name.
The echo filled the house. The way she moaned detailed just how fantastic her orgasm was. This wasn't just sex, it was fucking. She wrapped her hands around her calves just barely above her ankles. Pumping herself with every bounce and wicked speed of his thrusts inside of her. She thought she had reached her orgasm but fuck he proved her wrong. He didn't stop there, his hands were on her hips fucking her like a wind-up toy. His chest swelling with every breath like ounces of pride. His green eyes darkened and his mouth parted, "Come for me Mistress."
Full on. Full blown. Mind shattering orgasm. She fell backwards slightly, lifting her legs up just barely from the floor resting all of her weight on his crotch. When he stilled she looked away from Azuko towards the door. They weren't alone anymore..
"Good boy." She cooed softly rewarding him with the sound of her breathless voice.
To Be Continued...
Written for Azuko.
Written by Driana Le Souris.