(Domme) Of A Kind (4 page)

I marched down to his body and I can see and
feel his abs; their firmness is attracting and so I got attracted.
I took my hand and put them to his belt. He knows I’ll do it so he
gave me a helping hand which I only ignored. That’s right, I hit
and drove them away from me. He never learned. I unbuckled it by
myself. I unbuttoned his pants too. And finally, I slid it down and
away from him.

There, his meat stick showed its shape inside
his red-colored boxer brief which happened to be visible over his
pure white bed sheet. I can certainly see it standing straight. He
is already erect–a real sensuality knocker. So I picked his belt
up, went over him and sat on his chest. I took both of his hands
and gave him my unfamiliar eyes.

“What are you going to do?” the poor Greg
asked to me.

I followed my tempting eyes, “You will love
it,” I answered. Then I began tying his hands with the belt over
the headboard of his bed.

“You’re cruel,” he followed.

He’s right, I am, because I mastered the art
of knot tying. Right again, I learned to do it at the age of
fifteen. Nobody advised me about it, I just thought I could make a
better use for it when it comes to a situation like this. And I
wasn’t wrong about that. I tied a figure eight with the belt. It is
very simple. You just have to let the end to pass over itself to
form a loop, then continue it under and around itself again, and
back through the loop. The result should resemble a figure eight. I
moved down a little, just to level his face, then I squeezed his
mouth with my hand. “Shut this up,” I said to him as I slapped his
face. But I knew he won’t listen so I stood up and went away to
find something like a big handkerchief around. When I got back, “I
have to do this,” I whispered to him.

“What is that?” he queried back in
curiosity.

“You will know,” I just replied. Then I
whipped it over the air, ran it over in my closed hand, and finally
wrapped it around his mouth. I could hear how he protested with it,
but that didn’t work at all. Right after that, I jumped off the bed
and stood up in front of it. From there, I can see him and he’s
totally helpless with what I just did to him. I wanted to tie both
of his feet as well but I guess it would be better if I’ll just let
it that way so that I can bend his legs later on. And besides, he
still got his boxer brief on so I just let them that way. After the
last look I gave him, I took my dress off finally. So this is what
Elizabeth means. She’s really wise.

I jumped back to the bed and crawled up till
I reached him to the bottom. Oh, his flesh tower hiding under his
cover is crying out loud. It wants to break free. So what I did was
I put my hand on it. Yeah right, I touched it first. I tried to
feel it first with my hand. And yes, he is so hard. He is so great.
I can’t help but to close my eyes. It’s really been a long time
since the last time I touched something like this. But the
excitement stays the same. I can feel my thirst in my system. It’s
just so heavy it wants me to do even more. So when I opened my eyes
again, I finally faced it. Then I grasped on his boxer brief and
slowly, I pulled it down, took it away from him.

There, his erect penis showed up. And I’ve
finally seen it. It is standing straight. I can see the head, the
curve of the shaft, his balls, and his thick pubic hair. My heart
beats faster. I can feel the nerves running in my veins. I can feel
the lust trying to overcome me.

I took my hand and slowly I wrap it around
him. This time, I can feel the thickness of its body; they call it
the diameter. And it’s quiet big for my grip huh. But that’s what I
want, meaty.

I knelt down in front of him, I leaned my
face towards till my lips touched his mushroom head. Yeah right, I
began kissing it. I filled it with my warm and gentle smooch. I
started from the head till the body and through his balls. I even
smelled his hair down there. Oh, I don’t know but it felt like a
drug, the more you do it the more you get attracted to it. I can
smell the scent of a real man. It’s just something irresistible to
a woman like me. After that, I took a quick glance to his face, and
I can see him, he’s looking at me too. Poor little Greg, he’s
powerless. But that’s just motivating. I gave him my devil-like
stare and I know he got it there. That’s true, I will give him the
best time of his life. So I put my eyes back to his cock and gave
it my final look. Slowly, I opened my mouth, bent it towards him,
closer, and at last I put it inside.

Oh this is it. This is how it tastes. This is
his flavor. My tongue can feel his skin underneath. I can feel the
hardness. I can smell him. As I move my mouth down, the taste
becomes heavy. Heavy in a way it rouses me to continue, to do even
more. I like it, as much as he does. Silent moans from his covered
mouth can tell me that. Yeah right, he can’t stop it. He can’t
prevent himself to express the feeling of being under a great
pleasure. I just can’t believe that the man that I just see around
is right inside of my mouth now. This is just exciting. Even if you
are beautiful, you are smart, you are sexy, and basically you have
it all to get what you want, but chance like this, like the man you
really want to bed just went right in front of you without putting
any effort at all, oh God, it’s rare!

So I took my hands away, let my mouth do the
job alone, some called it
no touch
, and I put them on his
legs. Then I pulled his legs and bent them over till I found my
hands gripping tightly over his thighs. That’s true, I am at his
bottom enjoying his manhood. I said enjoying because I am really
am. I sucked it, I licked it, I twisted my mouth with my tight lips
around it, I tasted it, everything I’ve learned from my previous
experiences. I can see how he acts with the thing I do to him. This
genius-looking guy is pervert!

I took a break and asked him to flip over.
No, I didn’t, I did it by myself. I flipped him over and bent his
body. I faced his butt in front of me with his hands still hooked
on the headboard. Looking over his smooth and even and rosy butt
cheeks, I can’t avoid myself so I slapped them. I started from the
right side with a hard one. I can hear how he reacted with it.

“That hurts!” he cried out loud biting the
handkerchief more. He didn’t sound clear but I heard his words so
well.

“Did it?” I asked. Then I hit him once again.
I can hear how he howled the pain again and I guess he said
ouch
. But I just liked it. I like hearing somebody cries out
the pain. It just sounds good to me. It’s more of motivating again.
It drives my sexual appetite. “You want more?” I repeated. I didn’t
hear what he said but I’m guessing he said
no
. Oh, he’s such
a baby and I liked it too. So I hit him again. And again. And
again. I can hear how he struggles from the pain. It’s beautiful to
my ears. To be fair with the right, I also did that to the left
side. I counted them. I did nine slaps from both sides. It’s a
lucky number.

Then I stood up behind him, held him at his
waist line, and glued my pussy there. I still have my panty on but
I guess he can already feel mine. And yeah, it’s a doggie style. I
rubbed mine behind him, made him feel it with his reddish butt.
Then I pushed my buns to him. Then I tried it again. And one more.
And more.

I flipped him back and pulled both of his
feet and laid him very well on his bed–still with his hands hooked
over the headboard. I looked at his face and he looked so tired.
But who cares? So I walked over him and sat over his face, on his
mouth to be exact. I let him feel my flower. Yeah, I rubbed it on
his face while I massage his body, while I squeeze both of his
chests too.

I thought it wasn’t fair for me, so I stood
up for a while and I pulled my undies down finally. I leaned on the
wall for a while and lifted my right foot then pulled the
handkerchief away to free his mouth. I can hear the rush of the air
from there. He’s like running after it. “You’re so bad,” he
muttered. But I didn’t care.

I put the weight back to my feet and slowly,
I squatted back on his face. I made sure that I hit the target–his
mouth. And I wasn’t wrong, because I felt some watery on my bottom.
I felt the lips of my vagina to his lips too. Then as I stay there,
something more indulging started to happen. I bent my head and
looked at him and yes, he’s licking my pussy. Oh, that’s just so
good. And he is so nice. He knows how to satisfy me. He knows what
to do. As I enjoy it, I began to feel something hard and pointy. So
I looked back to him and I saw him lifting his head up and reaching
for it. He’s like reaching something inside of me. Oh, he’s so
bad!

I crawled up and reached his erect penis down
there and put it in my mouth again. I continued to play it as he
plays mine too. And we lasted with this position for a while.

I got tired so I walked away. I think the
time has come to do it, because we’ve been playing around for hours
now. It’s getting late too and I need to go back to find Elizabeth.
Most importantly, I need to fulfill my hunger once and for all! So
I stretched myself back to the bottom of the bed and sat over his
legs, just right next to his balls. There, I let my pussy feel his
meat stick first. Imagine your lips biting a dog, yeah right, a hot
dog, and it bites it passionately. That’s what I do to him. I can
see it, it’s already drooling. They call it pre-cum, and I know
that too. But safety is a must so I searched over his drawer first
and there I found some–rubber. I opened it and rushed myself back
putting it on to him. I know he’s ready and me either, so it is
here when I finally put his penis inside my vagina. I am already
wet so it was that easy for it to slide down to my inner womanhood.
Oh goodness, it feels so good! It’s just so good. I put my hands
over his tummy and began doing it. I started to grind on top of
him. Every shake that I make, every motion that I take feels like
heaven. I am in control so I can really feel it. Then I just
continued it. Occasionally, I lift my arms over the air and over my
head. Oh, it spells paradise!

I know, the pathway to heaven is getting
clearer and clearer, I can actually see it, so I leaned back to his
chest and continued the smooth grind. And so one more shake, and
another one, and one last, oh, there it goes! That’s the heaven. I
reached it again. It’s white and bright. It feels good. I feel so
good. I can feel my warm liquid flowing down on his penis down to
his balls. I stopped for a while and looked at him then gave my
satisfied eyes.

But he gave me his begging stares and said,
“Get off, it’s my turn,”

I bit my lower lip for the last time. He’s so
pathetic. I stood up and jump off the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

I turned back to him and just gave him a
smirk. I walked closer and gave him a nice kiss on his left cheek.
Then I grabbed my undies beside his head, wore it, and continued
walking and grabbed my clothes too on the floor and wore them as
well.

“Hey, hey you can’t just leave me hanging
here.” he followed.

“I need to find my friend,” I said to him. I
took my cardigan on the chair and went back to him for the last
time and whispered, “I had fun.” Then I finally left his room and
walked away with him hearing the word
fuck you
that he
shouted. Fuck me? Oh goodness, boys never learned.

I pursued my way out of that apartment building and
found myself on the street just around the place. Upon checking the
time it’s already one in the morning. I am not really sure where I
am but I’m guessing it’s just a nearby area. The street is a bit
dark and only the light coming from the lamp posts makes it easy to
manage. But that doesn’t make me feel safe, it’s an unfamiliar
place, time like this, unexpected people can show up everywhere to
do whatever they want to you. And speaking of that, I just passed
by with them, the one was at the corner and the other two were just
walking on my way. They were polite enough to say
hey
and
hello miss
to me but still it feels dangerous. And yes, it
is.

“Who says angels can only be seen during the
day. So what do you call this now?” said somebody else I just came
across with at the end of the street, just at the corner. “Need
some help miss? You lost?” Oh, this black person looks so black
even at night. Only his white shirt can make him visible. I didn’t
actually notice him, I just heard his voice.

“I’m good,” I said to him and continued to
walk.

“Not so fast,” He blocked my way. “I will
guess, your man didn’t meet your standard and so you left him, and
now you’re walking your way home alone,” he added. The hell is he
talking about? I didn’t speak and just ignored him and continued
walking. So there he held my hand and said, “You’re playing it hard
huh?”

I was shocked. “Get off!” I yelled.

But that just drove him to do even more. He
held my other hand too. “You like it right? Playing,” he followed.
“I like it too,” Then he leaned his face towards me like, oh yeah
right, he’s kissing and smelling me on my neck. He is that fast. I
didn’t really expect it. “Ooh, you’re not bad at all,”

“Get off of me! Stop!” Hell yeah, I’m
fighting for myself. I’m trying to break free but he has a good
grip on my hands. So what I did was I gave him a good hit directly
on his balls. So there he let me go. And he found the cold and hard
floor a nice bed to lie on. I may look like an angel on their eyes
but I got the devil on my body. When I was 10, my father introduced
his Japanese friend to me. He was a Karate master. He advised me
that I need to learn something that can help me to protect myself
against unexpected elements on my way. I was hesitant at that time
but now he proved me wrong.