Oreo's Private Room *Invite only*
- Thread starter oreocookie
- Start date
princesssexci
Eternal Brat
- Joined
- May 5, 2008
- Posts
- 28,429
http://www.lingeriediva.com/shop-by...81fed3db53181bc0.e3eScheKb3qRe34Pa38Ta38Lc3r0
Fiiine, goooo but miss out on that ^^^^^
Fiiine, goooo but miss out on that ^^^^^
princesssexci
Eternal Brat
- Joined
- May 5, 2008
- Posts
- 28,429
If I'm online tomorrow, yes.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
Oh, well, what I was planning just won't work now.
I think I have to find something sexy enough to rival that... OH! Idea.
thumbs through pictures that Magey drew of elves.
I think I have to find something sexy enough to rival that... OH! Idea.
thumbs through pictures that Magey drew of elves.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
She rummages through her closet, mentally running down a list. Brown hair... Hmm... She thinks about this one... She could dye it... She could wear a wig... And then she remembers, this is the internet, she can just... snap her fingers and change it if she wants to. This she does. A chocolaty brown. She twists it into a tight bun and searches her massive closet for the next needed accessory. She grabs to decorative chopsticks and slid them into place, grinning.
She moves to the makeup, rummaging through the corner of the room until she finds her unduly large kit. She opens it and grabs the necessary items, looking into the mirror as she applies the blue eyeshadow, the black accentuating mascara and then eyeliner, drawing it into the creases next to her eye, and oriental look to it. She searches for her bright lipstick and applies the red color with ease. Onto her other needed accessories. She moves to a drawer and slides it open, eying her multiple pairs of glasses. She goes with a particular pair of spectacles, fake, of course, but effective. They give her a bit of a librarian look, as she can look over them and peer down her nose, an appearance of power. From a different drawer she pulls out black lace and pulls it around her neck, tying it in sophisticated bow.
She moves onto the clothing, pulling first some beige lingerie, matching garter belt and stockings. The lingerie pushes up her breasts, just like he requested. She looks around for a skirt, the one thing she doesn't own many of, and grabs a red, pencil skirt, professional, it doesn't quite reach her knees, but when bending over her pantie line can be seen. She grabs a white button up blouse, a black business jacket, and looks in the mirror. She's forgetting something... Ah. She heads to the large sub-closet within the main closet, and searches for the right shoes. She eyes her high heels cautiously, knowing full well that if she doesn't pick the right pair, she'll fall and kill herself. She settles on a pair of black pumps, about three inches high, slips them on, and looks again in the mirror.
Perfect.
She then moves to the very back of the closet and slips the requested desk onto a dolly, taking her shoes off to do so. She wheels it out and sets it up, taking the dolly back into the closet and sliding her shoes back on. She walks back out into the main room, and looks at the door, doing her best to stand up straight.
She moves to the makeup, rummaging through the corner of the room until she finds her unduly large kit. She opens it and grabs the necessary items, looking into the mirror as she applies the blue eyeshadow, the black accentuating mascara and then eyeliner, drawing it into the creases next to her eye, and oriental look to it. She searches for her bright lipstick and applies the red color with ease. Onto her other needed accessories. She moves to a drawer and slides it open, eying her multiple pairs of glasses. She goes with a particular pair of spectacles, fake, of course, but effective. They give her a bit of a librarian look, as she can look over them and peer down her nose, an appearance of power. From a different drawer she pulls out black lace and pulls it around her neck, tying it in sophisticated bow.
She moves onto the clothing, pulling first some beige lingerie, matching garter belt and stockings. The lingerie pushes up her breasts, just like he requested. She looks around for a skirt, the one thing she doesn't own many of, and grabs a red, pencil skirt, professional, it doesn't quite reach her knees, but when bending over her pantie line can be seen. She grabs a white button up blouse, a black business jacket, and looks in the mirror. She's forgetting something... Ah. She heads to the large sub-closet within the main closet, and searches for the right shoes. She eyes her high heels cautiously, knowing full well that if she doesn't pick the right pair, she'll fall and kill herself. She settles on a pair of black pumps, about three inches high, slips them on, and looks again in the mirror.
Perfect.
She then moves to the very back of the closet and slips the requested desk onto a dolly, taking her shoes off to do so. She wheels it out and sets it up, taking the dolly back into the closet and sliding her shoes back on. She walks back out into the main room, and looks at the door, doing her best to stand up straight.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
The Mood.
He exhales deeply. Perhaps slightly nervous about this. It is everything he wants after all, but what if he doesn't measure up? Standing in front of his bathroom mirror he shaves, making his face crisp and his neck smooth as silk. A small scent and aftershave follows, the only thing he'll wear. After all he'll be sweating soon enough. His hair is braided, all of it long and tiring work, And he replaces the beaten blue glasses on his face with contacts. The appearance after all.
Silk socks, and black briefs. Comfortable and restraining. Even limp he bulges in the caressing fabric, and thinking of what awaits him he can't help but twitch. A watch and then a starched white shirt. Tucking up the collar he attaches a simple silk tie. Then a charcoal grey three button suit coat and pants. So much preparation for what will likely be torn off in a heated passionate frenzy. For a idle moment he considers cologne before he walks out his door and is faced with hers. He tucks his lapels down, and clicks cufflinks into place. Another deep breath.
And the door opens, and he is gliding in. powerful confident, each step a precise measured thing until he sits behind the desk, admiring of both it's craftsmanship and the woman's attention to detail. This desk is just below his mid hip level. he's breezed right past her but so many clues have passed him. so many things. the deep red of her lips. Her hair perfectly coloured and drawn, into a tight bun. Something he could grab in one hand. The press of her breasts against the tight fabric, the obvious strain of them against her blouse. Her poise and balance, and the care to each line on her face.
It's perfect.
"Miss Cookie, I see that you run a tight ship here. Your attention to detail is flawless. You look every inch the sinful treat I came here expecting."
His hands wander up to touch her face softly, unsure for once how to begin. but knowing in every way what he wants.
"I think perhaps. I should ask you why you're here. What duties do you perform?"
He exhales deeply. Perhaps slightly nervous about this. It is everything he wants after all, but what if he doesn't measure up? Standing in front of his bathroom mirror he shaves, making his face crisp and his neck smooth as silk. A small scent and aftershave follows, the only thing he'll wear. After all he'll be sweating soon enough. His hair is braided, all of it long and tiring work, And he replaces the beaten blue glasses on his face with contacts. The appearance after all.
Silk socks, and black briefs. Comfortable and restraining. Even limp he bulges in the caressing fabric, and thinking of what awaits him he can't help but twitch. A watch and then a starched white shirt. Tucking up the collar he attaches a simple silk tie. Then a charcoal grey three button suit coat and pants. So much preparation for what will likely be torn off in a heated passionate frenzy. For a idle moment he considers cologne before he walks out his door and is faced with hers. He tucks his lapels down, and clicks cufflinks into place. Another deep breath.
And the door opens, and he is gliding in. powerful confident, each step a precise measured thing until he sits behind the desk, admiring of both it's craftsmanship and the woman's attention to detail. This desk is just below his mid hip level. he's breezed right past her but so many clues have passed him. so many things. the deep red of her lips. Her hair perfectly coloured and drawn, into a tight bun. Something he could grab in one hand. The press of her breasts against the tight fabric, the obvious strain of them against her blouse. Her poise and balance, and the care to each line on her face.
It's perfect.
"Miss Cookie, I see that you run a tight ship here. Your attention to detail is flawless. You look every inch the sinful treat I came here expecting."
His hands wander up to touch her face softly, unsure for once how to begin. but knowing in every way what he wants.
"I think perhaps. I should ask you why you're here. What duties do you perform?"
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
I live here.
She responds, smiling. She looks at him, her eyes looking into his and her smile widens.
I entertain people here. I play out my fantasies, I play out other peoples... I clean, I organize, I relax... This is my abode, my room away from the craziness that is life. This is where I pleasure others, pleasure myself, and just enjoy living.
She lets her smile slip off of her face, trying desperately to look stern, professional.
I do what any woman might do in a room such as this.
She responds, smiling. She looks at him, her eyes looking into his and her smile widens.
I entertain people here. I play out my fantasies, I play out other peoples... I clean, I organize, I relax... This is my abode, my room away from the craziness that is life. This is where I pleasure others, pleasure myself, and just enjoy living.
She lets her smile slip off of her face, trying desperately to look stern, professional.
I do what any woman might do in a room such as this.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
Her answer is simple at first. Followed by more complex, detailing what might be done, what had been done. The Bed off to the side skewing the image of the desk she has parked in the center of the room. Still, It is my fantasy and I wanted this. Boardroom to bedroom. And when she finally tells me that she does what any woman might in a place like this I smile.
"And that includes entertaining handsome men who you invite to your private setting." A calm step takes him to her, his 10 inches of height over her in her heels seem monstrous, until his arms circle her waist. Pulling her closer. "That includes being pleasured." And his hands trace the material between his fingers trailing over the hem of her skirt and brushing her bottom, before touching her thighs, and pulling it up to him. "And pleasuring."
He kisses her forehead, and then her eyes. Lifting her by her hips to sit on the desk. His body stepping between her legs. Parting them as far as they can be parted. "Hmm. It is a shame to take you out of this ensemble but the best part of putting on all those wonderful clothes. for me at least. Is that I get to take them off of you." Hands run up her sides and over the curve and swell of her bra clad breasts, taking her coat down her arms and pulling them back slightly. Causing her bust to jut forward proudly.
"Striptease for me baby."
"And that includes entertaining handsome men who you invite to your private setting." A calm step takes him to her, his 10 inches of height over her in her heels seem monstrous, until his arms circle her waist. Pulling her closer. "That includes being pleasured." And his hands trace the material between his fingers trailing over the hem of her skirt and brushing her bottom, before touching her thighs, and pulling it up to him. "And pleasuring."
He kisses her forehead, and then her eyes. Lifting her by her hips to sit on the desk. His body stepping between her legs. Parting them as far as they can be parted. "Hmm. It is a shame to take you out of this ensemble but the best part of putting on all those wonderful clothes. for me at least. Is that I get to take them off of you." Hands run up her sides and over the curve and swell of her bra clad breasts, taking her coat down her arms and pulling them back slightly. Causing her bust to jut forward proudly.
"Striptease for me baby."
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
She nods, trying not to grin, and pulls herself further onto the desk, pressing her foot softly to his chest, pushing him down onto the chair behind him, not much force, but enough to let him know what she wants. She then slides back and stands up, pulling the jacket off of her and tossing to to him. She sways her hips, raising her hands over her head as she does. Her hands come down to undo her top button, and then the next, her hips swaying all the while, and then her hands slide down her body, leaving only two buttons undone, teasing him. She rolls her shoulder individually as her hands slide over her sides, flat, dancing slowly to the non-existant music, one hand slides back up into the air as she sways and then moves back down to undo another button, and another. She undoes them all and raises her hands back up over her head, swinging her hips seductively.
She then lays down on the desk, laying along it's length, and bends her knees until her heels are flat on it. She lifts up her hips and slides the skirt down, slowly. She knows that it's too tight for her to remove standing up, in heels, on a desk. So this was the only way she could get it done. Once it's off, she tosses that to the side, standing back up slowly. She sways her hips again, her blouse hanging on her.
She juts out her chest to shimmy, looking down at him over her glasses, as she bites her bottom lip, wondering how to continue. She lets the shirt slide down her arms and tosses it away, now only in her lingerie, garter belt and stockings, and heels.
More? Or do you wanna do that part?
She teases him, a serious question with a playful tone.
She then lays down on the desk, laying along it's length, and bends her knees until her heels are flat on it. She lifts up her hips and slides the skirt down, slowly. She knows that it's too tight for her to remove standing up, in heels, on a desk. So this was the only way she could get it done. Once it's off, she tosses that to the side, standing back up slowly. She sways her hips again, her blouse hanging on her.
She juts out her chest to shimmy, looking down at him over her glasses, as she bites her bottom lip, wondering how to continue. She lets the shirt slide down her arms and tosses it away, now only in her lingerie, garter belt and stockings, and heels.
More? Or do you wanna do that part?
She teases him, a serious question with a playful tone.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
The moment she starts dancing he can feel his cock harden. And through every twist and turn he can feel it ache, demand freedom. He can almost hear it scream to him to have this tasty little thing. And he has to deny it. Watching her every movement, his only action other than voyuerism is to take his tie off and leave it hanging in his lapels. when she finishes and asks her question, he can nod. Only nod. Knowing it isn't an answer.
"I want you." Well that is. He kisses her navel, and tongues lower. Tracing a path to the hem of her garter belt, and then lower. Licking her over her panties. His hands pin her hips leaving her on top of the desk as he moves closer, still in the chair. "Like this is wonderful."
He tears her panties off. Violently. A single tug ripping them from her. It's a shame to mar all that symmetry but he must. And he sinks into her. Teasing the outside of her thighs and then her pussy lips his tongue tracing wet lines over the outsides. finally teasing inward, to leave a single lick along her slit. It is enough to undo him, and his tongue plunges into her. Fiercely, eating and lapping at her wet snatch, his tongue exploring every corner of her box. His hands, however subtly and smoothly roll the stockings off of her, and leaving them in a small prepared glass of water.
"I want you." Well that is. He kisses her navel, and tongues lower. Tracing a path to the hem of her garter belt, and then lower. Licking her over her panties. His hands pin her hips leaving her on top of the desk as he moves closer, still in the chair. "Like this is wonderful."
He tears her panties off. Violently. A single tug ripping them from her. It's a shame to mar all that symmetry but he must. And he sinks into her. Teasing the outside of her thighs and then her pussy lips his tongue tracing wet lines over the outsides. finally teasing inward, to leave a single lick along her slit. It is enough to undo him, and his tongue plunges into her. Fiercely, eating and lapping at her wet snatch, his tongue exploring every corner of her box. His hands, however subtly and smoothly roll the stockings off of her, and leaving them in a small prepared glass of water.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
She purrs as he rips off her underwear, such an animalistic action, so arousing. And soon his lips and tongue devour her, making her lean backwards, pressing her back flatly to the desk, a hard position for most to manage, but not her. Years of gymnastics, after all, leave one quite flexible. Her hip remains pinned to the desk as she does this, his hands moving down her legs, leaving her hips under her own control. She doesn't want to move it though, the pleasure he's causing her too great for that.
One hand move down to his head, not pushing on it, just laying on it, an act of encouragement. Her eyes close as a moan escapes her lips, her head turning to the side, her cheek presing against the wood of the desk as her torso writhed with pleasure, her breasts heaving with each breath. Her free hand moves to her breast, squeezing it, toying with it through the fabric.
One hand move down to his head, not pushing on it, just laying on it, an act of encouragement. Her eyes close as a moan escapes her lips, her head turning to the side, her cheek presing against the wood of the desk as her torso writhed with pleasure, her breasts heaving with each breath. Her free hand moves to her breast, squeezing it, toying with it through the fabric.
Last edited:
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
His fingers now free he brings them to her thighs. Parting them somewhat so he can move further in, before he begins to take his tongue from her dripping hot hole. For a moment he is sure he feels more loss than she does, until his fingers push inside. Index and forefinger. Just two, but she still feels tight around his digits. They twinkle, and he admires how she can squeeze down. Limber everywhere. His tongue drops, her hips raising and her back falling to lie down exposing her sweet forbidden back door, and he cannot resist taking a sweet small taste of the smoky cinnamon ring. Then another, and another as his tongue worms against the entrance. Wriggling until he can feel the smallest point of entry to him.
Tastes explode as he works his tongue into her bottom, and his fingers deeper into her sweet pussy. He is slow and methodical, smiling even as his tongue works, Edging his fingers forward, touching each fold, inch by inch until he can feel the rough velvet and the ridged bump behind her clitoris that is her G-spot. He curls his fingers stroking the sensitive ridges and slowly begins to rub them. Pushing in and out of her. Making her sop. He wants her to cum, and he will stop at nothing to achieve that goal.
Tastes explode as he works his tongue into her bottom, and his fingers deeper into her sweet pussy. He is slow and methodical, smiling even as his tongue works, Edging his fingers forward, touching each fold, inch by inch until he can feel the rough velvet and the ridged bump behind her clitoris that is her G-spot. He curls his fingers stroking the sensitive ridges and slowly begins to rub them. Pushing in and out of her. Making her sop. He wants her to cum, and he will stop at nothing to achieve that goal.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
She gasps slightly in surprise as he raises her and slips his tongue to her other hole. She shudders, squirming slightly, as he works his tongue deeper into her, goosebumps raising along her body. His fingers work in her as her juices flow, pleasure corsing through her entire body, herself nearing the first of what would undoubtedly reoccur multiple times that night, if he worked her over like that.
As her body reaches it's peak, her cunt tightens further around his two fingers, her ass tightening, too, around his tongue, the strange sensations, the pleasureful feelings, the delightful movements, each thing adding to her orgasm, strengthening it. Her back arches, her shoulders pressing into the wood beneath her, her mouth opening in a silent scream, forming an 'o' as he works her over.
As her body reaches it's peak, her cunt tightens further around his two fingers, her ass tightening, too, around his tongue, the strange sensations, the pleasureful feelings, the delightful movements, each thing adding to her orgasm, strengthening it. Her back arches, her shoulders pressing into the wood beneath her, her mouth opening in a silent scream, forming an 'o' as he works her over.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
She pulses and he knows what he has caused. One he thinks, to himself, satisfied and in control. His element. His fingers push in tight to her G-spot and and he removes his tongue from her bottom even as it begins to squeeze and pinch. Wetting his pinky as he moves nearer her body he lets it slip into her ass, letting the longer thinner digit press and begin to pump in and out of her anal cavity. His tongue now busying itself with her pearl, easing from it's hood. He circles her clitty, teasing the hood until he can let his tongue meet it directly.
Fervently. Feverishly he laps and begins to suck her clitty. Not letting her come down from her sensations. She may be cumming but this is merely the tease. the edge of the cliff. And as he begins to penetrate and play, pushing his fingers in and out of both of her holes, his lips tight on her pearl. The sensations he must be feeding her somewhat overwhelming. His voice growls as he removes himself from her clit just long enough to command her.
"Play with your nipples, sweetling."
He returns. Precise and in control, his breath hot on her little button, His fingers thin and long, teasing her sensitive walls, and flicking over her G-spot, and his lone pinky pressing in and out, slowly slowly moving itself back and forth to touch her anal walls. It is the first of many. And it won't be close at all to the last time he wants her screaming and cumming, as he waits for her to give him something to drink.
Fervently. Feverishly he laps and begins to suck her clitty. Not letting her come down from her sensations. She may be cumming but this is merely the tease. the edge of the cliff. And as he begins to penetrate and play, pushing his fingers in and out of both of her holes, his lips tight on her pearl. The sensations he must be feeding her somewhat overwhelming. His voice growls as he removes himself from her clit just long enough to command her.
"Play with your nipples, sweetling."
He returns. Precise and in control, his breath hot on her little button, His fingers thin and long, teasing her sensitive walls, and flicking over her G-spot, and his lone pinky pressing in and out, slowly slowly moving itself back and forth to touch her anal walls. It is the first of many. And it won't be close at all to the last time he wants her screaming and cumming, as he waits for her to give him something to drink.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
Her hands automatically do as they're instructed, pushing her bra down to access her sweet buds, her fingers toying with the sensitive nubs, heightening her arousal after her orgasm, his fingers never pausing to allow the sensation to subside, pushing her on, not letting her relax in between. She moans again, her hips bucking slightly, moving for him, yearning for him.
"Fuck me," she begs of him, his fingers not quenching her thirst, not fulfilling her need. He's teasing her, putting it off. She aches for him to be inside of her, to feel him filling her, pounding in and out of her time and again. To ram her over the desk, his skin slapping against hers, the sounds reverberating through the room, the lust bringing them both to their limits.
"Fuck me," she begs of him, his fingers not quenching her thirst, not fulfilling her need. He's teasing her, putting it off. She aches for him to be inside of her, to feel him filling her, pounding in and out of her time and again. To ram her over the desk, his skin slapping against hers, the sounds reverberating through the room, the lust bringing them both to their limits.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
"Soon."
He all but whispers his answer to her plea and instead speeds his fingers up, plunging them in and out of her. His teasing complete as he takes her with his skilled hand. His mouth follows as he begins to softly bring his teeth against her bud. Scraping just gently against her clit. Enough to let her feel the first delicious spark of rough. His fingers pound her, Like meat, working it properly so he can stuff it full. He knows she'll need it too. A girl as tiny as her, and as tight as she is around his two fingers is going to need all the working, and foreplay she can get before he takes her.
He moves closer standing slightly over her. Watching as she plays and feeling every pulse of her pussy and ass through his fingers. She'll feel heavenly. His thumb begins to rub her clit. His one hand using her both her holes and nudging her little button. A single hand to take her entirely. He sniks down near her pushing harder and more powerfully, Holding her shoulder as he comes close enough to feel her breath.
"Cum."
He bites her shoulder.
"Cum."
He Nips her earlobe as he whispers.
"CUM!"
He demands of her on this desk as he forcefully takes her, with a single hand, his teeth closing ever so lightly upon her throat.
He all but whispers his answer to her plea and instead speeds his fingers up, plunging them in and out of her. His teasing complete as he takes her with his skilled hand. His mouth follows as he begins to softly bring his teeth against her bud. Scraping just gently against her clit. Enough to let her feel the first delicious spark of rough. His fingers pound her, Like meat, working it properly so he can stuff it full. He knows she'll need it too. A girl as tiny as her, and as tight as she is around his two fingers is going to need all the working, and foreplay she can get before he takes her.
He moves closer standing slightly over her. Watching as she plays and feeling every pulse of her pussy and ass through his fingers. She'll feel heavenly. His thumb begins to rub her clit. His one hand using her both her holes and nudging her little button. A single hand to take her entirely. He sniks down near her pushing harder and more powerfully, Holding her shoulder as he comes close enough to feel her breath.
"Cum."
He bites her shoulder.
"Cum."
He Nips her earlobe as he whispers.
"CUM!"
He demands of her on this desk as he forcefully takes her, with a single hand, his teeth closing ever so lightly upon her throat.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
And she does so, squealing right before the silent orgasm, her juices flowing wildly over him, traveling down his fingers, her entire body tightening in her second orgasm of the night. It's intense, as he plays with her through it, having not let her properly come down from her previous one. It hits her full blast, her shoulders digging right into the wood. Her back arches madly, an angle few could match.
Her fingers curl in the air, her other hand gripping her breast with great force, probably bruising it in the process, not that she notices. Her body craves what he's giving her, but yearns for more, too.
Her fingers curl in the air, her other hand gripping her breast with great force, probably bruising it in the process, not that she notices. Her body craves what he's giving her, but yearns for more, too.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
He leaves her filled as she archs, and he stops all his movement. Taking his thumb from her clit, and letting his fingers rest, while she spasms around him. squeezing his long digits, it seems with every ounce of her core and being. he badly want to toss her over and begin hammering into her now but he knows that he shouldn't. He doesn't want to break her. After she's been so good to him. Done so much.
So he stops and waits. Letting her breathe as he kisses her neck and shoulders. Finally once she seems to have relaxed he takes his fingers from her, and slowly sucks his pinky and middle clean. Savouring the two tastes before letting her slowly clean the last one, watching the tiniest portion of red come off on his finger.
"Sweetling. Miss Cookie. I hope you enjoyed that. As It's sort of your turn."
He removes his pants and briefs, for her letting her lie on the table and shushing her or pushing her down as he bares himself for her. Leaving the tie on the desk and discarding the rest of his clothes. He soon stands before her, almost completely nude. Cock at full attention as he brings it to her. Letting it bob in front of her face, almost touching her nose.
"Now you know the reason for the height of this desk. Go on. Give it a kiss, and show me what you can do with the right motivation. Because if you do a good job. I will tie up your hands, and fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
So he stops and waits. Letting her breathe as he kisses her neck and shoulders. Finally once she seems to have relaxed he takes his fingers from her, and slowly sucks his pinky and middle clean. Savouring the two tastes before letting her slowly clean the last one, watching the tiniest portion of red come off on his finger.
"Sweetling. Miss Cookie. I hope you enjoyed that. As It's sort of your turn."
He removes his pants and briefs, for her letting her lie on the table and shushing her or pushing her down as he bares himself for her. Leaving the tie on the desk and discarding the rest of his clothes. He soon stands before her, almost completely nude. Cock at full attention as he brings it to her. Letting it bob in front of her face, almost touching her nose.
"Now you know the reason for the height of this desk. Go on. Give it a kiss, and show me what you can do with the right motivation. Because if you do a good job. I will tie up your hands, and fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
She looks at it, licking her lips. Her turn to reciprocate. She was going to make him enjoy this. Her tongue trailed down the underside of his erect member. She paused to suckle his balls, her hand coming to fondle his shaft while her mouth was occupied. She removes her hand to lick back to his head. She lets her tongue circle him before taking her head in her mouth, slowly, teasingly, she makes eye contact with him.
She begins to bob her head, slowly, very slowly, teasing him as he'd started out teasing her. She then starts sucking, her cheeks indenting, as she bobs, her hand moving to play with his balls as he mouth does it's job, watching him for his reactions. With each bob she takes more of him in her mouth, savoring him, enjoying him. Her other hand moves down to play with her flowing cunt.
Paused until tomorrow.
She begins to bob her head, slowly, very slowly, teasing him as he'd started out teasing her. She then starts sucking, her cheeks indenting, as she bobs, her hand moving to play with his balls as he mouth does it's job, watching him for his reactions. With each bob she takes more of him in her mouth, savoring him, enjoying him. Her other hand moves down to play with her flowing cunt.
Paused until tomorrow.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
The first touch of her tongue is the nicest. It always is because of the anticipation, and he stops himself by will from reflexively giving her a small growl or moan. As her tracing stops and her mouth suckles one large testicle he smiles. He's going to be producing a lot for her if she is willing to keep that up. Her hand glides his shaft, and again he can only think about devotion, about willingness to please. She is really going to give him her best isn't she?
Her eyes make contact with his, and suddenly that's all that he knows. He stops and breathless, gives a small subtle shake, with no sound. Lust does affect him so. His eyes lock with hers, and he begins to follow her motions, watching her as she begins to bob her head. Slowly sucking down the length of his shaft little by little. The tease. He aims to be passive, to not grab her hair in it's bun and force himself into her throat, but to let her. Just like she let him. His hand touches her face, her hollowing cheek. A finger drags slowly, down her neck line, as he seems to tell her to anticipate what might be coming. Still he betrays no other reaction than a small simple smile to her. A smile at her effort, her every motion, even at the hand that creeps to play with her wet core. He breathes in heavily, as close to a sigh as she might receive, and strokes her face softly bringing himself from her lips.
"Are you enjoying your task? Or are you thinking about your reward?"
Her eyes make contact with his, and suddenly that's all that he knows. He stops and breathless, gives a small subtle shake, with no sound. Lust does affect him so. His eyes lock with hers, and he begins to follow her motions, watching her as she begins to bob her head. Slowly sucking down the length of his shaft little by little. The tease. He aims to be passive, to not grab her hair in it's bun and force himself into her throat, but to let her. Just like she let him. His hand touches her face, her hollowing cheek. A finger drags slowly, down her neck line, as he seems to tell her to anticipate what might be coming. Still he betrays no other reaction than a small simple smile to her. A smile at her effort, her every motion, even at the hand that creeps to play with her wet core. He breathes in heavily, as close to a sigh as she might receive, and strokes her face softly bringing himself from her lips.
"Are you enjoying your task? Or are you thinking about your reward?"
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
((Sorry I'm late))
She listens carefully to him, wanting to hear some sign of approval, of enjoyment. But he doesn't give it. She tries harder, working faster, sucking harder, a hand moving to fondle his balls, as he asks her a question. She looks into his eyes, lust and anticipation in them, an answer, if he could decifer it. Surely she's enjoying herself, why wouldn't she be? But the reward... The reward never left her mind.
As he hits the back of her throat, she holds back her gag, having anticipated it, and instead lets him hit it again, swallowing with the motion, letting him slide down her throat, her eyes never leaving his. Surely he'd have to give a hint of pleasure at this, a groan, a sigh, something.
She listens carefully to him, wanting to hear some sign of approval, of enjoyment. But he doesn't give it. She tries harder, working faster, sucking harder, a hand moving to fondle his balls, as he asks her a question. She looks into his eyes, lust and anticipation in them, an answer, if he could decifer it. Surely she's enjoying herself, why wouldn't she be? But the reward... The reward never left her mind.
As he hits the back of her throat, she holds back her gag, having anticipated it, and instead lets him hit it again, swallowing with the motion, letting him slide down her throat, her eyes never leaving his. Surely he'd have to give a hint of pleasure at this, a groan, a sigh, something.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
((Are you still sucking my cock? Lateness forgiven.))
Her eyes are impossibly full. In them he can see all the answers. The twinkle that suggests how much she enjoyed the tease. The dark calm limpid pool, that shows him how devoted she is to making this perfect for her. The half lidded close as she sucks harder, indicating her own pleasure. And the gleam in them that promises even more to come. And something else in the calm dark iris, frustration perhaps? Most men would be giving her effusive praise, would be close to babbling. A girl this hot, and this talented beginning to throw everything she could. How could he not suck air through his teeth? Lift his head back and moan?
Most men were not trying to hold back. Most men would want to give in, and he did not. Though it helped that he was not a particular fan of getting blown. But he smiled, and gave her a small coo that lasted a split second longer than it should. the smallest of cracks in deference to her effort and skill. His face twisting just so in a moment of pleasure when his cock slipped into her throat. He petted her face, and hair, lovingly. Straightening her glasses as they fell down the bridge of her nose.
"Good girl. You are a very talented little cocksucker, and I can see you enjoy it. It's good I am too, but like you." And he paused as he grabbed the bun of her hair, skewing the perfect image just a moment, and burying his shaft in her throat. Leaving it in her throat and neck for just a few seconds. Touching her throat to feel his cock inside it. "I too have my eyes on the reward."
And he let her go, entirely, his eyes speaking volumes to her. dark stories of bondage, and sex, wild and untamed force, mutual power, and body shaking lust. He left promises, of tender embraces, and animalistic urges, of soft caresses, mixed with hammering thrusts. All she had to do know was ask for it.
Her eyes are impossibly full. In them he can see all the answers. The twinkle that suggests how much she enjoyed the tease. The dark calm limpid pool, that shows him how devoted she is to making this perfect for her. The half lidded close as she sucks harder, indicating her own pleasure. And the gleam in them that promises even more to come. And something else in the calm dark iris, frustration perhaps? Most men would be giving her effusive praise, would be close to babbling. A girl this hot, and this talented beginning to throw everything she could. How could he not suck air through his teeth? Lift his head back and moan?
Most men were not trying to hold back. Most men would want to give in, and he did not. Though it helped that he was not a particular fan of getting blown. But he smiled, and gave her a small coo that lasted a split second longer than it should. the smallest of cracks in deference to her effort and skill. His face twisting just so in a moment of pleasure when his cock slipped into her throat. He petted her face, and hair, lovingly. Straightening her glasses as they fell down the bridge of her nose.
"Good girl. You are a very talented little cocksucker, and I can see you enjoy it. It's good I am too, but like you." And he paused as he grabbed the bun of her hair, skewing the perfect image just a moment, and burying his shaft in her throat. Leaving it in her throat and neck for just a few seconds. Touching her throat to feel his cock inside it. "I too have my eyes on the reward."
And he let her go, entirely, his eyes speaking volumes to her. dark stories of bondage, and sex, wild and untamed force, mutual power, and body shaking lust. He left promises, of tender embraces, and animalistic urges, of soft caresses, mixed with hammering thrusts. All she had to do know was ask for it.
oreocookie
Completely empty
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2006
- Posts
- 10,371
And ask for it she did.
Please... Fuck me...
Her body ached to be abused in a wild, animalistic way. A frenzy of lust and raw need, each moment he wasn't inside of her felt like agony. Her body needed him now, begged for him, reacted to his every touch and word. As she gasped for the air she'd just been deprived of, her body craved more. As she looked at him, longing in her eyes, her body wanted even more than what she asked for. It wanted to be used, abused and pleasured. She wanted to cum for him over and over again, with little break in between each poewrful orgasm. She wanted to scream with pleasure as he pounded into her his cock filling her like she's never been filled before. And she wanted so much more, too.
Please... Fuck me...
Her body ached to be abused in a wild, animalistic way. A frenzy of lust and raw need, each moment he wasn't inside of her felt like agony. Her body needed him now, begged for him, reacted to his every touch and word. As she gasped for the air she'd just been deprived of, her body craved more. As she looked at him, longing in her eyes, her body wanted even more than what she asked for. It wanted to be used, abused and pleasured. She wanted to cum for him over and over again, with little break in between each poewrful orgasm. She wanted to scream with pleasure as he pounded into her his cock filling her like she's never been filled before. And she wanted so much more, too.
chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Posts
- 12,402
"Your wish."
He pulled from her and took the chopsticks from her hair. letting it fall out in waves. Messy and no longer professional. He looked her over. Body trembling as he stood apart from her, depriving her.
He took off his tie and blindfolded her. Tie it just gently around her eyes. Sure to leave enough slack to tighten it, and enough tail to pull her or lead her. Her stockings. Wet silk, Now almost impossible to tear, and he tied her wrists together with one. Behind her back The motions smooth easy and efficient. His hand always on her thigh, or her back. Always in contact, with her. Letting her know that while she might not see, she was safe in his arms. When finally he touched her head and lay her down, he marveled, at how tiny she truly was. Simply so small compared to him.
He grabbed her ankle. One and pulled up. Mightily, powerfully, lifting her hips off the ground. Leaving her to dangle in his grip. And slowly pushed himself inside her. He stopped the trembling in his arm, and slowly begin to rock his hips. Moving only a few inches in and out of her, before letting her side touch the table again. Her hips were almost off, and she was sideways but he still penetrated her. He had not counted on how tight she would be though. How impossible it would be to force into her body in free swing. he touched her hip and slowly pushed himself in side. Holding her leg up, while his leg pinned her other off the desk. Spreading her so wide she was close to the splits. Still he pushed in. Splitting her it seemed at times, as his shaft stabbed into her. Slowly. Painfully and labouriously slow, until every thick inch rested in her small body. She was so tight. Wet. Hot. Gripping him like a velvet vice, muscles taking control from him. He gave her a growl. One deep long impossible growl of pure pleasure.
Then he took her. Simply, primally, violently. Pulling himself back slowly, and pounding every bit of himself into her in one savage thrust. He lifted her leg again, making her hang, and began anew, needing to be shorter as he began to shake her entire body with his pounding, making her his.
He pulled from her and took the chopsticks from her hair. letting it fall out in waves. Messy and no longer professional. He looked her over. Body trembling as he stood apart from her, depriving her.
He took off his tie and blindfolded her. Tie it just gently around her eyes. Sure to leave enough slack to tighten it, and enough tail to pull her or lead her. Her stockings. Wet silk, Now almost impossible to tear, and he tied her wrists together with one. Behind her back The motions smooth easy and efficient. His hand always on her thigh, or her back. Always in contact, with her. Letting her know that while she might not see, she was safe in his arms. When finally he touched her head and lay her down, he marveled, at how tiny she truly was. Simply so small compared to him.
He grabbed her ankle. One and pulled up. Mightily, powerfully, lifting her hips off the ground. Leaving her to dangle in his grip. And slowly pushed himself inside her. He stopped the trembling in his arm, and slowly begin to rock his hips. Moving only a few inches in and out of her, before letting her side touch the table again. Her hips were almost off, and she was sideways but he still penetrated her. He had not counted on how tight she would be though. How impossible it would be to force into her body in free swing. he touched her hip and slowly pushed himself in side. Holding her leg up, while his leg pinned her other off the desk. Spreading her so wide she was close to the splits. Still he pushed in. Splitting her it seemed at times, as his shaft stabbed into her. Slowly. Painfully and labouriously slow, until every thick inch rested in her small body. She was so tight. Wet. Hot. Gripping him like a velvet vice, muscles taking control from him. He gave her a growl. One deep long impossible growl of pure pleasure.
Then he took her. Simply, primally, violently. Pulling himself back slowly, and pounding every bit of himself into her in one savage thrust. He lifted her leg again, making her hang, and began anew, needing to be shorter as he began to shake her entire body with his pounding, making her his.
