Working Day
Keywords: Working, Day,
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I wrote this whilst you were in York. I sat at my desk in your favourite undies. I was trying to get rid of the frustration and need for you. This made it worse but I did always say that I loved to be teased and made to wait! This, though, was incredibly hard to do...just needed you close, my cock inside you, my fingers touching you and my tongue licking you. Don't know how good this is but hope that you will also imagine this wanton, frustrated wreck writing it for you!! This comes, as always, with, as well as desire, much, much love.
He woke up early as normal. He had not had too much sleep but this was not, as before, due to worry but due to spending so much time enjoying her body. She had seemed to think that all that he did was for her benefit but this was not at all true. He had loved to tease her, play with her, make her cum incessantly until both her body and mind were exhausted. Despite his look and attire the man in him had both given and taken much pleasure. He looked at her and saw the face that he loved and served which was, in its turn, dedicated to him. Their life was much more peaceful and fulfilled now; sometimes he even dared to believe that it would last. He hoped so...so much. She slept and he decided to visit the bathroom and make coffee. He got out of bed, his body relishing the soft polyester against his skin. He had worn the underwear for her last night and relished the extra excitement that it gave her. Man in woman's underwear, hardness within the soft and dainty pure white garments. As he took a step towards the door he heard her voice, "Wait!" A sleepy command but one that he would have heeded at any time. He loved to be at her beck and call as much as he loved to command and posess her. The perfect relationship that gave and received so much at all times. He turned a little and smiled at the sleepy face.
"Morning." he smiled, "Sleep OK?" There was concern in his voice but she needed none.
"Darling," she said, "would you please pick up those clothes on the floor as you go?"
"Sure." He replied, eager to please. As he bent she watched as the high-cut panties crept further up his long, smooth legs and clung to his ass. She loved to watch his long body as the virginal-white underwear clung to it. These were her favourites for him and she felt her pussy dampen as his movements excited her. He picked up each garment, folding it and placing it neatly on the laundry basket hidden in the alcove. He knew how she liked to watch and knew how his continual bending would affect her. Each step and movement was graceful and feminine; he had learned to adapt his movements for the clothes that he wore for her and she loved the ambivalence of his personality. Her submissive or lesbian lover. Her hard man. He would be and was many things to her and he loved the pleasure that he was able to give. As he bent the movement excited him too and he felt the soft material stroking gently against hard nipples each time he stretched. At last, after a slow and methodical process, the floor was clear and he turned to her. The covers were pulled back and the raptured look was evident on her face as her fingers slowly stroked her wet sex. His mouth opened a little, surprised at the rapid turn of events.
"May I watch?" he asked. "Please?". His voice was soft, again in keeping with his attire. She nodded, her mouth forming a silent agreement. He could see that she was focused on her hungry pussy and that words were un-needed then. He sat at the end of the bed watching as her fingers slipped faster and faster in and out of her cunt. He loved to watch. His body ached to take her again but he steeled himself against the temptation, teasing it with the hunger that she generated in him. Instinctively his cock became hard; another tease as he could feel the silkiness of the underwear stroke his manhood gently. His fingers reached to slowly caress his sensitive nipples as he watched her. He could see the wetness on her fingers as they pulled out of her juices before returning again. His nipples became hard and enlarged; a woman's reaction in a man's body but he knew that, by touching himself like that, she would be able to see his excitement which would in turn excite her still more. He began to talk softly, telling her how lovely it was to watch her, how his nipples and cock felt, verbally fucking his lover's pussy. His fingers pushed more quickly and frantically against his nipples and his hand lowered occasionally to brush against his cock. His lips parted, breaths coming in short gasps as he heard her cry out as she came. Her body tightened and her pussy muscles clamped down on her fingers which were buried deep inside her. He watched as small aftershocks jolted her body and his nipples yearned for her teasing caress.
Her eyes opened and she gave him a small smile. "Thankyou." She said, "Such a lovely way to wake up." She watched his fingers on his chest for a few moments. "Want me to do that?" She asked.
He was so, so tempted. "God yes." He exclaimed, "But I need to save myself for you. Actually I want to hold myself back; to become insatiable for you." She smiled, knowing how much he adored her body; he could happily live and die in a haze of sex with her and she wanted to let him. She knew that he had a need to be strong for her, to deliver the best that he could give from his hairless body. She relished in the excitement that it instilled in her but his self-control only turned her on more. She thought for a moment, deciding whether to tease his frustration by making him go for coffee in such an excited state, or whether to succumb to her own needs and use his body for her pleasure. Each would build the frustration in him, excercise her control and satisfy her. So many good things and the choice was not difficult to make.
"Come here, Baby." She said. Her legs were spread a little apart and her wetness evident and so erotic. "Lick me, Darling." She continued. These were the soft pleas of a wanton lover, commands from a dominating Mistress. He took this as both request and instruction. Each made him more hard knowing that his lover desired him and that his Mistress had commanded. He lay on the bed, his tongue licking gently at her pussy lips. His fingers, again through the fabric of the underwear, played with his own nipples as he teased her cunt. His body responded ecstatically to the taste and smell of her love juice and the closeness of her wet cunt to his face. In turn she loved his gentle caresses. She could find so much desire and satisfaction in the way that he made her feel. Her head swam in a sea of electric feelings that raged through her body and she started to buck her hips up and down to meet the pseudo-prick of his tongue. "Faster." She gasped, "Yes! Just there! Lick it harder!" her voice was more insistent and harsh as she was overcome by the nearness of her orgasm. He followed her words but knew her body well enough to know how to make her cum...or not should he want to make her wait for a while. This was something that had been hard to get used to; being brought to the brink of orgasm by his tongue but then having him allow her cum to subside. He had made her wait many times but, at others, had just fucked her incessantly with his mouth until she came. Whether she had to wait or not her orgasms were always wild, gorgeous and abandoned. He loved what he could do to and for her and she, although his Mistress, was a slave to the wonderful feelings that he gave her.
Her voice was urgent, strangled by the deep breaths that she had to take. Her body rocked wildly and he forsake his tender nipples and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pushing down on her hips with his hands and holding her to the bed. His tongue drove inside her, suckling on her body nectar and frenziedly attacking the swollen bud of her clit. So strong her hips pushed towards his face, urging his tongue to bring even more pressure to bear. "Oh God. Yes! Good girl! You're such a good girl!" Her mind gathered in his femininity and urged her body on to yet more urgent movement as her sweet, virgin, lesbian lover gave her head. She writhed under the pretty girls ministrations and took on the manner of a seasoned lover, praising her lover's efforts and urging her not to stop.
Suddenly her whole body was wracked and she pushed herself against him. The orgasm sent her into spasm and would not relinquish her until her body had endured jolt after jolt of small, violent after-shocks. Her body started to relax but his tongue was still lapping, sweetly and gently at her wet, wet love-tunnel. He loved to be her slave. Loved to be her lover. Needed her to allow him to drown himself in her eager lust. He needed to be her man; strong and powerful, able to take control. He needed to be her panty-boy, male dressed to be humiliated by his Mistress if she desired. He needed to be her lesbian lover, knowing her feelings and needs as only a woman can. The combination resulted in an unbridled passion for them both.
He felt her body moved and assumed that it was her hips, again moving to closer enjoy the caress of his slow-moving tongue. Then he realised that she was on her knees, moving down the bed towards him. Correctly reading her intentions he rolled onto his back, a waiting mouth eager for her wetness to descend onto his face. He knew that she must be going out of her mind with desire to do this for she still had not been able to comprehend his desire to be engulfed by her dripping sex. She worried that it may disgust him and he seemed not to be able to convince her that he desired it as much as she did. He yearned for her pussy to press hard against his mouth, needing the deepest penetration of his tongue. His body ached for her to cover him with her sweet juices. He never tired of them and, as she moved over him, her fingers slid over his hard nipples. She continued to play with them, feeling her love-juice drip from her cunt and onto his face.
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Keywords: Working, Day,