Completely Covered

[Cherrysweetdeal]

My pleasure. I love seeing women who wear nice clothes, suits or dresses and look nice and formal. Then peeling it away and seeing the sexiest underwear or lingerie underneath. It's like opening a gift or peeling away the businesswoman to reveal my little slut that only I know.

Sometimes a pair of well fitted black pants can drive a man crazy. I know the pants I bought a little while back make G's blood boil. It's all about how you cover yourself. Show a good curve and you don't always need the skin.

 

[LordHawk]

Mmm, nice black pants. Yes you are right. My girl went to work one day last week in black pants, some kind of blouse and her leather jacket. I wanted to attack her in the living room.

 

[LordHawk]

Lunch Hour

Kimberly looked up from the paperwork on her desk when the door to her office opened up. Jason, her lover and Master, sauntered in with a grin on his face. "Hello, little one, I thought you could use a break."
She snorted. "Not hardly, Jason. I got way to much work to do. Why did Samantha let you in?"
His grin widened. "I sent her off on her lunch break. A nice long one. And she has cancelled any appointments or meetings you have for the next hour or so." He came on around her large desk. Kimberly took a deep breath when his scent hit her and felt a slight tingle between her legs.
"But, Jason, I have to get this report finished," she protested. Jason just smiled, a serene yet stern expression on his face. His hand stroked her cheek before grabbing a handful of hair, yanking her head back and leaning down, kissing her deeply. His tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting and claiming her as his own. Kimberly moaned softly, her hands clutching the arms of her chair. Her mouth opened completely to him, her tongue tangling with his. Her eyes were closed as her nipples tightened, poking out through her bra and silk blouse. Jesus, the things this man could do to her.
She moaned loudly when he left her mouth and bit down on her throat, trapping the skin between his lips. He felt her pulse, tongue teasing the trapped skin before sucking at it. She wimpered, knowing that he would leave a mark and knowing there was not a damn thing she could do about it. And also knowing that a part of her would revel in being marked as his.
Jason let go of her and raised up, looking down at his little slut. He grinned when he saw her nipples poking out and allowed his gaze to wander over her. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to allow a hint of cleavage. Her long shapely legs were bare and her skirt fell about halfway up her thigh while she was seated. Of course her recent fidgeting had made it rode up and Jason growled at the flash of black lace he could see. Her parted lips were all ready swollen from his hard kisses and her chest heaved as she panted. Her eyes were on his crotch, licking her lips. Even soft, he made a nice bulge in the worn, tight Levi's and she couldn't wait to unwrap that thick cock.
"Master, please...," she whimpered. Jason smiled.
"First things first, little one," he said softly. He drew her to her feet and pushed her against her desk, causing her to lean over it. He pushed her higher on it so that her feet were dangling, knowing how she hated that. He pushed her skirt to her waist, smiling at the way the thin strip of black split her curvy ample ass.
She wimpered softly. "Master, I'm sorry."
Jason nodded. "Yes, you will be." Her pussy clenched as she heard his belt slide through the loops of his jean. She moaned softly when she felt the leather slide over her round ass. Her nipples tightened even more. Oh, how she needed this from this man. To be owned by him, to have his discipline and love. She had always been able to run over any man she had been with before him and dating this man had been in more ways then one like running into a brick wall. He gave her freedom and allowed her to have fun but was always there to rein her in when necessary. She smiled softly against the wood of her desk. A powerful business executive kneeling for a struggling aspiring writer.
"Please Master, whip your slut. I need you to whip me, Master, whip me and forgive me." Jason smiled, running the belt over her ass a bit more, but finally the leather bit into her soft flesh. She cried out freely, knowing that Master would make sure that nothing would hurt her standing at her company. The belt never struck the same flesh twice, skipping over her ass in no discernable pattern. She screamed when the belt landed on the crease between her ass and thighs. Her thong was soaked through and her thighs glistened with juice. She lay still panting, her ass hot and burning. She could hear Master's clothes falling to the floor but laid where she was. Master would tell her where he wanted her when he wanted it. She heard him settling into her chair.
"Kneel before me, little one," she heard his voice. Moaning she slid from the desk and turned around, kneeling before Master. She moaned again as her pussy fluttered. His shaft rose thick and erect from his groin. His full heavy balls were shaved smooth while the base of his cock was trimmed close; allowing her to look at everything. It was so beautiful, so powerful. The long thick shaft was perfectly formed, veins raised on the surface. The head was large and swollen, all ready dark with the blood pounding though it. She dared a glance at his face.
"Oh, Master, may I pleasure you?" she asked, reverently. He reached down, tangling his hand in her silken hair and pulled her face to his crotch, his balls rubbing her nose and mouth. She moaned as the musky scent filled her nostrils, her pussy fluttering yet again. She waited, whimpering.
"Worship them, little one." His voice ended in a moan as she immediately leapt to the task. Her hands stroked his powerful thighs as her tongue laved his balls, first one then another. She felt his cock throbbing against her forehead as she sucked one, gently sucking and licking the precious ball. She went back and forth, sucking one then the other as Master moaned above her. He shifted closer to the edge of the chair and pushed her face lower between his legs. She moaned even as her tongue flicked against the little puckered hole. She slowly ran her tongue around the hole, teasing the tight ring. She could barely believe it the first time he had gotten her to play with his ass. Kimberly had never been with a man who would let her play with their ass, but she had always been drawn to it. His saliva soaked balls lay against her eyes, his cock throbbing on top of her head. Ohhhh, it would be sooo thick, she thought, feeling like a steel pipe. Her fingers tightened on his thighs as her tongue darted into him
"Wet a finger in your cunt and use it," he growled. She moaned softly and trembled. She slowly slide a finger between her legs, hesitating until his growl and slowly pushed her thong aside and her finger into her cunt. She moaned against his ass as her cunt rippled against it and practically sucked her finger in. Her tongue frantically fucked in and out of his ass as she pumped her finger inside her. Oh my god, so close.
"Now." She whimpered but slid her now soaked finger from her cunt. Her mouth attacked his balls again as she slowly slid her finger into his ass. It was so tight and hot around her. Not for the first time she wondered what it was like to be a man, to feel some sluts hole spread around your throbbing dick. She moaned as Master pulled her face up by her hair, pushing the thick head into her mouth. She held it there for now as her finger slowly slid in and out of his ass. "Worship it, little one," he told in her between moans. She smiled, her tongue laving the wide head as her finger found his prostate, gently pressing and rubbing. His cock surged in her mouth and she slowly fucked his ass with her finger, rubbing and grinding his prostate all the time. Precum flowed into her mouth as her head bobbed up and down, taking more of the long shaft with every stroke. Master held her head down when she finally had taken it all in, her nose buried in his crotch. She whimpered, struggling slightly against his hand as her air was cut off. Her finger moved harder, grinding on that little gland. He let go of her head and she quickly drew up, gasping for air around the head. She pushed a second finger into his ass as her teeth tugged at the rim of the fat head, tongue slowly sliding over the spongy surface. She sucked hard on the head, fingers fucking his ass, hitting the gland every time they went in. Her eyes raised to his face, smiling the best she could to see his head fallen back, eyes closed tightly. Sucking harder on him, her fingers fucked his prostate hard as she felt him grow hotter and thicker.
Master gripped her head, holding it as he started fucking her face, driving his cock deep into her throat. Her fingers remained on his prostate, grinding it hard as he drove into her. She gagged slightly as it pushed down her throat but he fucked all the harder. Her cunt throbbed, oh how she loved when her Master took her. He roared as he buried his cock in her mouth, erupting down her throat. She swallowed eagerly as he came and came, jet after jet of hot cum splattering her throat. Soon enough it was spilling out of her mouth as her fingers kept him coming, spilling down her throat. Finally Master slumped backward. Kimberly gently slid her fingers from him and reverently cleaned his shaft. She climbed up on his lap and curled up against him.
"Thank you, Master."
He grinned. "Oh, lunch isn't over yet."

 

[regalpt1]

Nothing causes whiplash faster than:

heels
stockings
[corset]
vintage dress (or suit from the 40s)
excellent posture
matching handbag
red lipstick

Period.

Skimpy dressing may get a quick response, but classy beats it every time.

I agree. I like the dressed up, prim and proper look with high heels, skirt, high collar, and the corset. Posture is key. Covering up helps leave something to the imagination, and a stricter outfit helps with the posture and the look and feeling of elegance.

 

[LordHawk]

I am at the point now in my life that when I see women dressed really skimpy I think, damn girl cover up.

 

[CutieMouse]

*****

 

[LordHawk]

The funny part is just a couple of years ago I was in college wondering why all the girls didn't dress in handkerchief sized skirts.