He looked intently into my eyes, his gaze almost hypnotising, as he reached behind me and undid the clasps of my bra. Brushing his fingertips, featherlike, across my shoulders as he helped the straps to slide across them. My breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from the bra, my deep rose colored nipples puffy and aroused. He didn't touch them, which built my arousal and frustration. It felt almost odd as he just moved his gaze to my breasts before moving close - so close my nipples almost brushed his shirt which sent an electric shock through my entire body.
He took my hand, pulling me gently over to the designer bed where he turned me around, placing my palms on the duvet so that I had my back to him. I felt him unzipping my skirt, sliding it down to my ankles and prompting me with his touch to step out of it. There I stood, naked apart from my french knickers, stockings and heels.
"Open your legs" he said, his tone low and powerful. I did as I was told, spreading my legs and bending slightly towards the bed, giving him a full view of my toned, rounded ass. I felt his fingers then. He stroked the inside of my thigh, working them gently upwards towards that amazing area between me ass and my pussy. He stoked me there until my breaths became shallow pants and I had bent over so much that my nipples were brushing the duvet. I was throbbing, sticky and ready for him. I needed more.
It felt like an eternity before his stroking stopped, and he moved his hands up to my hips and pulled down my french knickers. The panties stuck to my pussy slightly as he pulled them away, showing him just how wet I was. The slight breeze against my wetness sparked a new fire between my legs and I felt my clit spasm before feeling a new wetness on my thighs.
Turning around, I noticed for the first time that he was still in his suit, his cock straining against the zipper at the front of his trousers. I reached forward to feel him, I wanted him in my hand, in my mouth, in my throbbing hole, but he moved my hand away, placing it instead on my breast. I didn't think twice before brushing my fingers across my nipple, showing him just how I do it when I'm alone. It wasn't enough though. I needed him so badly.
He seemed to sense this urgency and, grabbing my hips and buttocks hard he threw me down onto the bed. I spread my legs wide, wanting and needing him to see me and touch me that I could have screamed or begged. He quickly removed his clothes and climbed up between my legs, his face inches from my wetness. his finger found the top of my Brazilian wax, and followed the thin trail down to where my throbbing pink clit stood proud and engorged between my hairless lips.
My clioris has always been quite large, which has always been a turn on for anyone who has been lucky enough to see it. He clearly felt the same, almost growling before running the tip of his tongue across it, stopping at the pinky brown hood to flick back and forth, back and forth. I moaned, shallow and breathless before crying out as he parted my lips with his fingers and took my whole swollen clit into his mouth, flicking and sucking furiously. He thrust two fingers into my wet hole, beckoning them hard until I gasped, helplessly, and he knew he had found my g - spot. The pressure built quickly, my head spinning and my fingers pinching at my nipples until I burst with an uncontrollable cry, spasming around him as the electricity from between my legs took over my body. Shaking and whimpering, I lay there, legs open, juices glazing my thighs. Him watching as I moved my hands down and touched myself, making sure I was still here.
Shortly after he lay down and I climbed on top of him, my breasts dangling close to his face. he cupped and squeezed them, bringing my nipple to his mouth where he kissed and flicked it as I stroked his cock with my other hand. He was still so hard. Holding his shaft I ran his tip across me, using it to flick my own clit before bringing him to my, still wet, entrance. He pushed up into me hard, his huge sex filling me completely. we fucked hard, noisily, with my breasts bouncing wildly and my clit smashing against his pelvic bone with each thrust. He dug his fingers into my hips as he came, pushing into me with animal ferocity and he spasmed and squirted inside of me.
We lay silent, spent, for a while, before he pulled me over to him again. kneeling up, he pushed me onto all fours parting my legs again so he could play with my pussy. spanking me gently he pulled my buttocks apart and probed my ass hole with his fingers, before leaning in to use his tongue. Placing his hand between my shoulders he pushed my face down, so that only my ass was in the air, and proceeded to pull the outer lips of my pussy apart. It was almost for his own amusement, but it felt amazing, him looking at me like this, touching my clitoris, playing between my lips. he slipped his fingers inside of me and rubbed my clit till I came again, ass up, both holes wet and exposed.
Shortly after I showered in his en suite as he dozed, using the creme de la mer shower gel on the shelf in the amazing drench head shower cubicle. I knew all of the expensive toiletries must belong to his wife, and I felt odd, but pervertedly empowered by using them.
After I had showered, I made my way back into the bedroom, where he now slept. Shaking him gently I told him I had to go, to which he responded, "OK, bye".
I walked shamefully back to my car, still somewhat aroused by the feeling of being used, but embarrassed and guilty. I masturbated as soon as I got back to my flat, pushing my rampant rabbit inside of myself hard, almost painfully as I came furiously once more, thinking of the way he had spread my legs and devoured me earlier.
There was no point in sleeping, it was already 6am and I was due at work in 3 hours. Thank god it was Friday..at least I could sleep as soon as I got home. I wanted to text him but something told me not to. so I paced the flat, thinking all the time about what had happened with Matthew. Sexy Mr Buckingham, who had fucked me so expertly and so amazingly- who i was still wet for.
As I was leaving the flat to head over to work, my phone buzzed. My heart pounded as I read his text.
"Come over tonight, I want you to meet my wife. She will like you. Bring a weekend bag"