The right girl in the right dress at the right time–that’s the kind of stuff that ca

The right girl in the right dress at the right time–that’s the kind of stuff that can change the world. I hope you enjoy this little two part story, well, it’s not really a story, it’s more of an idea. Anyway, do enjoy… :)You had thought about this dress a long time. The first time you saw it, you thought of how my eyes would devour you in it, how your curves would so invite my touch, and that thought never left your mind. You thought of my lust as I traced your curves so perfectly accented when you would wear it for me. All that anticipation, and now you stand in front of me, wearing the pretty thing. Does it surprise you that you are nervous? That you’d fidget like a small child until I had to gently tell you to stand still? We both know what is happening between your legs, but you find my gaze resting on your eyes—what is going on in there is far more interesting to me right now. Eventually, I set the glass of wine on the small table, stand, and walk around you. I can see very tremor and tremble of your body. So confident and so assured usually, but now, under the light touch of the one who owns you, you are something else, aren’t you? I walk a circle around you, lightly tracing your curves with a fingertip or two, touching the fabric of the dress right at the edge, where it ends and your luscious skin begins. You feel the size of me behind you as I gently press my body against yours, my fingers tracing up and down your back. Yes, I see the shivers. My lips on your ear, and my voice soft and gentle, quite at odds with some of the words I say to you. “I love this dress. I’m going to touch and kiss all of you. You are going to cum for me until you cannot even say your own name.” Now fingertips gently tracing the front of your throat to your collarbone. “I’m going to put my mouth everywhere, kitten. Everywhere. Then I’m going to rip this pretty dress off, and I’m going to violate you completely. I’m going to fuck you… brutally… I’m going to remind you what you are. Tomorrow, anyone who sees you walk will know what I do to you tonight. And when I’m done with you the first time…” My words trail off as my fingers creep up the edge of the dress, between your legs, and press small circles right against your bottom. That little whimper in your throat might have made a younger me, a me with less control, take you right then, but I laugh and walk back to the chair in front of you.I sit down and look at you again. It takes you a long while to meet my eyes, but finally you see the half smile as I see your fear and need. I open my hands to you, and you step forward forward, and gracefully tumble into my lap. Your hunger is already beyond sense, and you move to kiss me, but immediately find my hand on your throat and jaw, holding you steady. Now I kiss you—but as I choose—my speed, my pace. First, a gentle, light whisper of a kiss on your upper lip, ignoring your wetness, ignoring your mouth opening to me. That hand a bit tighter around your throat as I kiss your bottom lip—both my lips there kissing and sucking it a bit into my mouth. I feel you press your body into me, but I hold you away with my arms and now kiss both your lips, letting you kiss me back, letting my tongue find yours, gentle, teasing, chasing. The very tip of my tongue tracing the shape of your lips, now kissing you with more pressure, deeper. I pull away, still holding your throat, and slide two fingers of the other hand into your mouth. Your throat is a marvel, and I watch as you suck greedily. At this point, you would suck on anything I put in your mouth, just happy to have any of your holes pleasing me. Yes, I know, kitten. I know. Good girl. I watch your lips wrap around my fingers, and I know you can feel my cock throb against you. Then my hand in your hair, cranking your head back, exposing that throat to me. My hand moving down over your throat as the other hand pulls your hair hard enough to hurt, and then my lips following—teeth biting into your skin hard enough to hurt, maybe hard enough to bruise. My lips back up to your ear, finding that spot under your ear. Yes, yes, I know… I kiss you here like this… long enough… and it really isn’t very long… and I feel your body convulse as you cum for me the first time. Yes, I know my girl… it really isn’t that hard, is it? I attack that spot on your neck again, deeper, watching the waves move through your body, feeling your hips move, your back arch, and the whimpers and moans deep in your throat.Then my lips on your collarbone, licking and kissing out to your shoulder where I stop and kiss your bare shoulder with wet, open mouth kisses. I feel your tremors fade, and my lips back to yours. Already you can taste your skin on my lips, and I know exactly what that does to you, and what it does to me. I think you are saying words to me, though they already make no sense. I push you back a bit, pacing you, sitting you up more fully in my lap as I move my hand down, over your bare cleavage, and cup your perfect breasts in my hand before I move on down your sides, stroking the curves of your body. My hands rest a moment on your hips, and I wonder if you are as aware as I am of your emptiness—yes, I know you are. I know we both know that need in the very core of your body, that can only be filled one way. I feel you move in my lap, teasing me a bit, and yes, of course I think what it will feel like when you move for me and I’m inside you, but not yet. Not yet. “Turn around.” You look a little confused, so my hands on your hips turn you, face you away from me, and you settle into my lap again.From here, I can see a masterpiece. I see the sweep of your neck and shoulders, the curve of your back, your bare arms and shoulderblades. I open my hand and stroke my spread fingertips down your back, then take your left hand in mine, half turn you, and pull it behind you, over your shoulder. I start, one finger at a time, and you feel my lips, first kissing each finger, at the tip, then down the side, then sucking them into my mouth. You feel the wetness and the heat of my tongue—yes, I said I would kiss all of you, and I do mean all of you. Each finger, then I turn your hand and kiss the tender, thin skin inside of your wrist. I can feel your pulse, the heat of your life, just underneath and I kiss here with deep full kisses. Really? I can feel you moving again, are you that close? Could you cum just from me kissing you right here, right here like this? I think so, but I kiss up your arm, to your elbow, then turn you back around to face away as I kiss and lick up to your shoulder. Then big, wet, kisses on your back, my hands there too. You feel me sometimes stroking and teasing with feather touches, but also deep, probing, almost painful massaging hands. My lips find every curve, every bit of your back. I rub and massage your shoulders as I kiss up your spine, pulling your hair off your neck so I can lick right up the back of your neck to your hairline. I push your head to the side and my lips on your shoulder from behind, kissing down the sweep of muscle, then back up, to the side of your throat, to your ear again. And now that spot, on the other side, as my hands reach around and cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. My fingers find your nipples, and stroke them as my tongue presses into your neck. You feel my beard grind against your damp skin, and my fingers now pinch your nipples, hard enough to hurt a little bit, then more, then harder, then enough to hurt quite a lot, then enough to push you over the edge and I feel you cum again–a lightning bolt in my lap. My hands not even close to the center of your need, yet you cum right here, under my lips and touch, and as you do, I pinch your nipples even harder, anticipating your instinctive jolt—the dash without thought to get away from the pain. Yes, as you jump, clumsily and slowly, disoriented by your pleasure, my teeth bite into your neck, shaking you, holding you, growling a low, warning sound, and some little animal part of your mind submits to the grip of the predator. I allow you to fall back against me, resting a moment in my arms. You tilt your head back as my hands roam up and down your body, stroking, touching, everything. I feel the last of your shudders again (my, you cum for such a long time sometimes…), and wrap you in my arms, squeezing gently, just holding you a few heartbeats. Then my hand, with no warning at all, up the dress, between your legs, gently stroking at your wetness. Your mouth opens wide as your back arches and you press back into me, hands gripping my arms with burning little finger marks as you spread your legs wide, rolling your hips, your body begging me to touch you more, and longer, and deeper, right there, right there on that glorious, glowing spot, your mouth now making begging, whimpering, incoherent mewling sounds, wanting, more than anything, you want me to continue to touch you right there, but… I don’t. I smile, push you back up in my lap, and say “turn back around. Face me.” You almost protest, almost beg me to keep touching as you feel my hand move down your leg, away, but you don’t. Instead, you half stand up, turn around, and start to pull the dress off. “No. Not yet. Leave it on”, and I pull you back into my lap to begin again. -- source link

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