badinfluencegirl

our laughter precedes us into the room, as do the hordes of bags we’ve collected along the way.  you point to a corner and watch as the packages are unloaded neatly and then dismiss their carrier without another thought. “now” you say as you sprawl indolently on the couch and loosen your collar “show me.”

and i do.

i prance over to that same corner and kick off my shoes, plop myself on to a chair and slowly roll my nylons down my legs as  you watch with heavy lidded eyes and intense pupils.  i stand and slowly, very slowly unbutton my blouse and skirt.  i slide the skirt down to my knees and then let it drop to the floor, panties follow.  your eyes narrow slightly at the glimpses of curls revealed and hidden by my swaying shirt.

i paw through the bags until i find the one i want.  thigh high tights slide up my legs and grip my upper thighs.  immediately my arousal increases. your eyelids, if possible, drop even heavier.

i search again and pull a very small bag from the pile.  beautiful translucent lace panties caress my silk clad legs and snap into place over my curls.  i smile at you over my shoulder and reach behind myself to unsnap my bra.  it falls at my feet and i hear your breath catch.

i allow the shirt to fall.

naked save for tiny panties and thigh high stockings i bend over to the small bag again.  nipples crinkling with their exposure (and my arousal) hurt slightly as i trap them in the bra that matches the panties.

i bend, deeply from the hips, to lean over the gathered packages once more.  i can feel myself dampening my panties even as my bottom waggles at the ceiling.  i glance at you through my legs and see your pupils burning into my body and another shaft of desire hits my center.

i find a little dress that you didn’t see me buy and slide it slowly up my body, caressing my skin as i go.  it settles on to my curves and i hear your breath catch once more.  i drop gracefully into a little squat and find the shoes to match.

standing once more, i slide my feet into beautiful pumps that are dizzyingly high and turn to strut toward you.

you growl, deep and low in your throat, your erection bulging against your trousers and enticing my hips to sway even more.  i stop and pose before i drop my mouth to your lips and allow you to capture my tongue.  i resist the urge though and pull back to dance back to the pile.

i stand tall, back toward you, and slowly drop one strap from my shoulder and then the other.  innocently i glance over my shoulder “shall i dress for dinner or show you another outfit?” the mischief implicit in my voice causes you to growl again.

“dinner.”

i continue to slide the tiny dress along my silken skin.  as my buttocks come into view i hear you groan and i let the dress drop to the floor.  i slide my new panties down my thighs as they would show through the sheer dress i have chosen for dinner.  i can feel my arousal coating my pussy as  i bend and start pawing through the bags, stilettos and thigh highs framing my naked womanhood even as my nipples crinkle inside my bra.

i don’t hear you move but suddenly you are there, hot erection pressing through your trousers against the cleft of my bottom. you turn me slightly until i am facing a chair and you mutter “brace yourself.”

i feel arousal flood me still further as i reach over and brace my hands against the chair.  you lean your still clothed body against my nakedness and reach around to fondle my nipples inside my bra.

i moan and press back against the raging hard-on i can feel through your layers of material.  i start to rub back and forth against you.

“don’t move”

i mewl and focus on my hands, body quivering and nipples excruciatingly aware of each scrape and flick of your blunt nails.

one hand drops to my swollen folds and begins to stroke the slickness waiting there “good girl” floats through my ears as i moan and fight to keep still.  you step between my legs and kick them further apart.  kick them to the exact distance apart that lets my sopping channel rest against your pants.

you stroke and stroke and stroke again as i gasp and fight the movement but buck slightly in spite of myself.

i hear the zip and slide as your pants drop to the floor and i mewl again.  shocks are coursing through my body and then you slide the head of your erection along my channel to rub my incredibly sensitized button.

i move with you.

you stop moving, grab both my my hips in your powerful hands and say “don’t move, and don’t make me tell you again.”  i flood the penis resting against my clitoris with my arousal.

you stay there, leisurely stroking your penis up and down my channel and bringing me to the edge or orgasm and retreating each time.  the slick shaft sliding against my clitoris is killing me and i mewl helplessly as shocks course through my system and pulsations start deep and low in my body and jet through my vagina.

you laugh and slide once, twice, thrice more until i cry out again and then, even as the shocks continue you slam your shaft into my aching hole.  i fight every urge i have and brace myself firmly but don’t push back against you.

you laugh, you know i want to slam my bottom into your pelvis and you don’t care.

slowly you pull all the way out and wait, wait and wait some more until i cry “please” in a broken little voice.  you laugh and slam back home.

you bend me slightly more fully over and proceed to use me as you will, erection sliding in and out of my body and utterly covered in my sexual lubricants; testicles slapping my clit and driving me further into mindless ecstacy.

every slam leads to a slap against my clit and i am already so lost in your body that i don’t even notice the space between the orgasms as i surf one long wave of pleasure inflicted by your body.

eventually you can tell that i am about to collapse from the pleasure and you root yourself deep within me once more before pulling all the way out.  i cry out again as you withdraw.

you leave me there, one hand on your penis and the other under my hips.  i am coming helplessly now and my legs are shaking, if you removed your hand i would surely fall to the floor in a helpless puddle of my own juices.

but you don’t.  you wait until the pulsations slow a little, until my breath deepens a little in my chest.  you wait.  stroking your penis just enough.  you wait.

and then you slam home and hold both my hips as you thrust deeply and forcefully into my body, once, twice, thrice and i cry out and come again and this time, this time i am rewarded with the feeling of your hot seed spurting deep into my waiting depths and i groan long and deep in the back of my throat.

you hold me there for a moment and then drop me to the chair.

“no, don’t wipe yourself up, just get dressed and we’ll go.”

“and skip the panties…”

you walk in the door with your long day trailing behind you and a slump in your beautiful shoulders.  i meet you with a kiss, take and drop your coat and briefcase before i return to your lips.

you seem about to protest, words of showers and dinners and tiredness tumbling in your eyes even as i feel you against me; your body reacting already to the hands i am sliding beneath your suit jacket.

even through the shirt i can feel the corded ridges of muscle that hold your bones together and my fingers instinctively dig into them, dig and knead even as my breath drops and our bodies reacquaint themselves.

i slide my hands to your collar and slowly begin unbuttoning your shirt.  the first button takes an age and i pull the crisp material aside to feather kisses along your collarbone.  i let your body take my weight and feel you fall back against the front door.

the breath leaves your body with an oof and i chuckle against your throat before i take a nip right at the base of your neck.  you gasp and press your hands into my bottom and my low belly into your growing arousal.

i undo another button.

and another.

and my tongue traces the valley between your ribs even as i pull your shirt from your pants and rake my nails up the naked skin of your back.  you knead my ass harder and start to work on my shirt.

i laugh again and undo two more buttons.

my nose nuzzles your shirt away from your nipple and my teeth nip once, twice, thrice before i settle in to suck on the stiff little bud jutting out from the whorl of dark hair surrounding your nipple.  i release it and pull back to blow gently and a low moan leaves your throat.

i visit the other nipple.

i lave it and bathe it and caress it gently before pulling back to blow once more.  once more i settle my mouth over it and flick at it with the point of my tongue.  i hear the thud as your head falls back to rest on the door.

my nails score your back once more before returning to your navel.  i tease your tickle reflex before i continue with the buttons of your shirt.

my hands caress the front of your pants and the jutting bulge therein before i release it by dropping the zipper and pulling your now very stiff cock from your boxer briefs.

in a trice i’ve dropped to my knees (which land on your cleverly dropped coat) and taken about half of you into my mouth.  your hands drop into my hair and you let out a long low groan of satisfaction as you feel my tongue swirl against the underside of your raging erection.

i reach back into your shorts to fondle your testicles as i flirt the back of my throat with your cock.  pulling back i blow on the tip while i purse my red painted lips and glance up at you archly.  you watch avidly as my mouth slowly drops on to your cock again and pulls back once more.

eventually i feel the spit starting in the back of my throat and i leave you there to pulse in my mouth while i swirl my soft palate and slowly remind my gag reflex who’s boss.

i drag back, slowly and with just the tiniest hint of teeth, until i feel the ridge at the head of your cock and then i drop back to tickle my gag reflex once more.  i let the wonderful thick lube forming in the back of my throat begin to fill my mouth and then cover your now fully hard penis.

my fingers caress your balls and the space behind even as i coat your cock with the slipperiest lube you can find and it’s all homemade.  i wrap a hand around the base of you and squeeze as i follow my mouth with my hand and slide up and down your greasy rod.

you groan again and curl your fingers in my hair, guiding my rhythm now and speeding me up a little.  your hips twitch and your penis starts to meet my descending mouth, it’s seeking head questing for the back of my throat.

i reach around and hold on to your flexing buttocks and allow you to set the pace for a time, i wrap my lips around my teeth and swirl my tongue around your thrusting cock before i bring a hand to grasp the base and just leave my mouth wrapped around the head.

i swirl my hand around the base and squeeze rhythmically along with you.  you are pushing on my head but i press it back and allow your head to pop all the way out of my mouth.  i continue pumping with my hand as i blow gently on the increasingly sensitive head of your penis.

my thumb swirls up and over the head with each stroke of my spit soaked hand and i continue to blow as i catch my breath.  eventually i let go entirely and pause an endless moment before i plunge your length into my hungry mouth.  you gasp and shudder under my swirling hands.

i fondle your testicles through your zipper and work my mouth on the head of your cock but the real action is what my hand is doing and it’s starting to feel those telltale pulses that mean you’re nearly done.  i start to move my mouth up and down over the ridge at the bottom of the head of your penis and very occasionally i flirt with my teeth.  my thumb and index finger follow my lips before they both travel back down.

you are mindlessly thrusting into my mouth now, fingers fisted in my hair and balls tight and high in my hand.  i feel that quiver at the base and leave my head where it is to suck and suck even as my hand keeps working your engorged shaft and you let out one long cry before you erupt into my mouth.

i feel your seed hit the back of my throat and i leave you there, in my mouth, soft palate working as you pulse and shudder and thrust and finally collapse, panting and happy, against the door of our home even as i lick off the last of your semen from your still quivering cock.