Trevor's loft

[Veroe]

"I think you should take this off, don't you?"

I slide off the couch standing where she indicated. I keep my eyes in contact with hers as I step out of my shoes. The belt at my waist is next pulled free from the loops at my waist. I free the hook and lower the zipper and push my slacks down where they pool at my feet. I shrug the shirt off. Then slip my thumbs beneath the elastic band of my boxers. With a gentle motion, keeping my eyes on hers I bend down and push them down to join my pants. I step out pushing the clothes aside. Then I kneel before her in the space before her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I don't bother to conceal my open admiration as he peels way the clothing. In fact I stare openly. But at least I try not to drool, to my credit. It's all I can do to keep my hands off him long enough for him to finish, but somehow I manage.

Until he kneels at my feet. Such a feeling of power that comes over me! No, not power, not exactly. But I feel like a goddess! And part of me feels benevolent, like I want to care for my dedicated supplicant, kneeling before me. It is only natural for my hands to slide through his hair in this position. I pull his lips to my navel, urging him to continue his oral teasing of my sensitive flesh.

A moment of self consciousness passes through me, realizing how close he is to my thong, now saturated with my wetness. I'm sure he can smell my arousal. But the worry passes quickly in favor of more primitive instincts.

"Now slide my thong down.....slowly."

 

[Veroe]

Indeed I could smell her arousal. It was a heady aroma that shot from my nostrils straight down the hard ramrod of my erection.

"Now slide my thong down.....slowly."

I lick and nibble around her belly button as my hands rise to slip my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties I lift it off her hips with my thumbs and the first and third fingers and slowly glide the garment down my fingers tracing over hips, thighs, knees and calves. As I let it go to pool around her feet my tongue spirals inside her belly button then out traveling down to the area between belly button and her pubic mound.

My hand gently raises one of her feet to free the G-string of it then the process repeated for the other leg. I lean back and look up at her raising the sexy silk garment up reverently for her to reclaim.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I love his style. Even something as simple as this, he makes it a ritual of worship, and it thrills me! I take the damp thong from him, a wicked smile on my lips. It's time to put my devious plot in motion. I slowly kneel down, letting my hands trace his magnificent body all the way down, until I grasp his wrists. I lean in and kiss him, firmly guiding his arms behind his back.

My kisses travel to his earlobe, sucking it in, then letting my warm breath flow into him. Reaching behind him, I wrap the elastic thong around his wrists, twisting it tightly until he is restrained. Then giving his neck one last kiss, I rise to stand before him, hands on hips, pelvis slightly thrust forward.

"That seems so much better of a use for those things, right now. Don't you think? Now you may pay homage without anything interfering."

 

[Veroe]

"That seems so much better of a use for those things, right now. Don't you think? Now you may pay homage without anything interfering."

I could probably free my hands from the flimsy bonds of the G-string if I tried, but I spoke the truth when I said I would serve her and also who said I wanted my hands free. So, I leaned forward and nipped at her inner thigh soothing it with my tongue immediately afterward. Moving up toward her fragrant opening I planted kisses around her lips a pilgrim beseeching the priests inside to open the doors of the temple so he may worship the goddess. Then I came to the lips running my tongue over them.

I lean back and tell her, "Mmm Vanilla. So sweet, Thyri." Then I move back to my task tongue entering within the temple so this lowly pilgrim could pay homage to his goddess.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

He has to lean forward slightly with this small distance between us. That's the way I want it.....for now. Let him show me he wants me, just a little extra effort. Oh, but it will change soon.

I'm so glad I keep myself well groomed, waxed bare except for a small patch just above, on the crest of my mound, and even that trimmed closely. It's the perfect style for activities like this.

His initial nip makes me jerk a little, but in an oh-so- delightful way, I'm sure, since it sets parts of me in motion that most men love to watch move in that way. The thought crosses my mind that maybe he did it on purpose, and it makes me smile. He's an accomplished player of this game, no doubt.

"Mmm Vanilla. So sweet, Thyri."

"Some would say vanilla is boring, Veroe. But let's hope it holds more flavor for you than you might expect."

My words only hint at what I mean. It's not my style to be too obvious. I like subtlety. And at the tender mercies of his tongue, so delicately exploring, I step just a little closer, hips canted slightly forward. In this new position, I place one foot on either side of his knees where he kneels before me. It opens me up to him a little more too. Double benefit for me. Our game begins.....

 

[Veroe]

"Some would say vanilla is boring, Veroe. But let's hope it holds more flavor for you than you might expect."

"Then those people lack imagination, Thyri." I laugh as I lean forward one again and trace my tongue over the lips there.

Slowly just the tip moves within, teasing her with the prospect of further penetration. I shift my focus to the clitoris with lips and tongue; cajoling, teasing, inviting the shy bodypart to peek out from under its hood and come out to play.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His wet caress with his tongue only tantalize me, making me want more and greater contact. I feel the warmth of his breath washing over me, and I can tell that his breathing is increasing to match mine as our fun progresses. A soft sight of building pleasure emits from me, and my hand caresses him, stroking his hair and his ear softly, encouraging him to continue. My other hand traces fingertips along his shoulder and collar bone, then glides up behind his head, pressing his lips to me a little closer.

My calculating gaze estimates the distance between me and him, between his back and the front edge of the couch, and my lips slowly curl in a grin. It's my favorite little game to play, a game of inches and control. We get to see how close I can get to him, how much of his personal space I can control, before he makes me lose control. The first move made, I step forward slightly, forced to move my legs apart a little more to straddle his knees., my thighs almost touching his shoulders now. He no longer has to stretch forward to get at me.

I love what he's doing to me, little tingles beginning already deep within me.

"Mmm, Veroe, your making me feel so good! Just keep doing that!"

 

[Veroe]

"Mmm, Veroe, your making me feel so good! Just keep doing that!"

"As you command me," I say before taking her clit between my lips then saying the final word around it, "Mistress."

I draw on it then. Good, hard suction with the tip of my tongue playing over the tip of it. I look up over the flat plain of stomach and through the valley of her breasts to look up into her eyes. I wanted to see the fruit of my efforts within them.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His lips capture my clit, and I nearly lose it! So sensitive already and we're still just beginning. A hint of the exquisite sensation is betrayed in my eyes as I watch him take me in. The need for more is a sweet ache, and my hand tightens on his shoulder, supporting me against the sudden trembling in my legs.

"Oh god!", I moan, and my voice breaks.

It takes an incredible effort to make the next move forward. I hesitate, unsure if trying to step forward is a good idea since my legs are already trembling. My eyes lock with his as I try, but it is merely a half step. Slightly pushing back on his shoulders, moving in sync with him to keep my clitoris in his mouth. It is almost enough to force him back off his heels, his back against the couch.

 

[Veroe]

She took a small step forward forcing me to lean back on my heels. I wasn't certain how far from the edge of the couch I was but I knew If she took a step or two more I would be in danger of loosing my balance and fall back wards. I hoped I was close enough that the couch would catch me.

Never the less, I hadn't heard Thyri tell me to stop in my ministrations to her clit, so I doubled my efforts sucking harder, and lathing it with my tongue more forcefully.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Oh he was doing things to me that could foil my intent! But the things is, even if I lose my little game, I still get to win, in such an incredible way. Still, I like the challenge of trying to stay in control, so I move forward a little more, this time bringing my hands up to support him so he doesn't fall back too suddenly. It wouldn't do to have his teeth clench from the sudden feeling of falling, not while my hyper-sensitive little bud is caught between them.

"Trust me, Veroe. The couch is just behind you. I won't let you fall. Just keep doing what you're doing."

 

[Veroe]

"Trust me, Veroe. The couch is just behind you. I won't let you fall. Just keep doing what you're doing."

Her hands on my shoulders sooth my worries. Her words banish them from my mind. I continue my ministrations to her clitoris resolved to trust her to keep me safe.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Easing him back against the front edge of the couch, the level of the seat cushions right behind his neck and shoulders now, I am fully astraddle of his lap, tilting my hips forward, canted so my pussy stays in contact with his mouth and chin.

I can't help beginning to move now, assisting his efforts by centering his ministrations where I love them most. Now that he is supported by the couch, my hands move to entwine in his hair, also directing his head. My legs are bent slightly at the knees to accommodate the straddling position and to lower my sex to the level of his mouth.

My head goes back, eyes closed, concentrating on the ecstasy he is delivering me, on the primal urges rising inside. A twinge of guilt passes through my mind that this wonderful man is serving my own needs for the moment, while his own go unattended, but I will repay this favor, I swear to myself.

"That's it, sweet Veroe! Oh god! Yes, just like that! Mmmm!"

 

[Veroe]

"That's it, sweet Veroe! Oh god! Yes, just like that! Mmmm!"

If I had a camera I would take a snapshot of Thyri within this moment. Looking up at her wriggling her hips into each ministration I performed to her clitoris. Breathing deep raising her breasts high in the air with each inhalation. Hands in my hair, subtle pressure directing me. Her head raised heavensward. Eyes closed. The succulent kissable lips in an O, or maybe being nibbled between her own teeth in attempt to contain the sensation rocketing through her from clit to toes and fingertips. Maybe it was an action mirroring my own as my teeth playfully nip and graze her sensitive button. I wonder what sounds she'd make as she reached climax above me like this. Eager to find out I continuing leading her further and further up the peak to throw her off the edge and watch her fly.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My tongue traces my upper lip, wetting it sensuously as I moan, louder than before, a sign that my control is slipping further towards the edge. I know that if someone could see me now, my body would portray a primal woman, straining towards the verge of orgasm, hips canted forward, cunt grinding slightly in a rocking rhythm on his lips, his chin, his tongue burrowing within me. My buttocks clenched with the strain of holding myself in that semi squatting position. My hands locked in his hair, holding him between my thighs, rubbing my horny pussy all over his mouth and jaw and nose even.

I forgot what game I meant to play, something about a subtle domination or control by taking his personal space, insinuating myself in it in so intimate a fashion, making it mine, using him as I do for my pleasure. Whatever it was, now there is only a primitive need driving me.

I lean forward again, over the couch seat this time, one hand leaving his head to support myself on the couch, palm flat on the seat. The position forces his head to lean back so that his face is almost turned upwards now, his head supported by the seat cushions of the couch. I am riding his face, my hips thrusting, animal grunts and groans emerging from deep in my throat as I strain towards my peak!

"I'm so close, Veroe!! I'm gonna cum! Sooooo close!!"

 

[Veroe]

"I'm so close, Veroe!! I'm gonna cum! Sooooo close!!"

At this I act abandoning her clit with a fond farewell kiss. My tongue dips and slips between her lips once more then sliding past and burrowing within her as far as I could extend it. I was eager to savor the juices of her passion's climax.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

It's the final stimulation, a subtle difference, but just enough! His tongue slipping past my outer lips, entering me, a penetration that steals reason and sanity from me for the next few moments!

"Aahhhh, God!!!" I scream, my voice dropping to a low throaty guttural moan, almost animal in tone!

I drop forward on my elbows on the seat cushions of the couch. My thighs reflexively close around his head and face, trapping him there as I grind out my climax on his marvelous tongue! I feel the release of my cum, nearly a squirting climax almost! He seems to suck it out of me, but my body is all too eager to let him have it.

I scream again, this time incoherent, no words able to form in my befuddled brain. Pure pleasure pushes higher functions aside. I am just a feeling creature in this moment!

Just when I think I am about to come down, I begin to lift off of him, and it changes the angle of his tongue inside me, just enough! It sets off another explosive tremor that shudders through me, an aftershock of the first, but still strong!

"Oh fuck!" I cry out. My buttocks clench and my thighs clamp him again, squeezing either side of his cheeks.

At last it subsides, for now, and I slowly ease myself off of him. Weak knees won't hold me and I end up sliding down into his lap, still astraddle of him, arms around his neck, my cheek lying on his shoulders as I rest a moment, then begin to cover his mouth, chin and jaw with little kisses of gratitude as my breathing slowly returns to normal.

I don't trust myself to say anything yet. I'm still not sure what would come out. I just kiss him, my tongue flicking out to taste myself on his lips before capturing them in a more passionate kiss.


(Sorry this one took a lot of correcting of typing errors! Wanna guess why?)

 

[Veroe]

I kiss her back, sharing the taste of her. My hard length throbbing against her inner thight trapped between us. I was more than ready to continue, but I wait allowing Thyri the right to initiate the rest to progress things further or to deny my own pleasure. It was her right as my mistress for tonight and I cared not to encroach upon that priviledge with my own needs.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Finally I can look up at him, meeting his eyes, so patiently indulgent of me, waiting for me to recover. I can feel the solid length of him under me, and I reach down for him, my eyes watching his, seeing the feeling and affection in them.

"That was amazing, Veroe! Thank you for that! But now if you don't mind a little more....?"

I stroke and fondle the hardness of his cock, bringing it up between us as I sit astraddle of his lap. There is no need to wait. He is ready. I am more than ready. And I want this!

Slowly I reposition my legs, getting my feet under me, lifting up just enough to guide him to my entrance. I'm grinning, I can't help it. I probably look silly. But the desire in my eyes cannot be denied. I slowly lower myself on him, reaching down with my other hand to spread my lips open for him, enough to start the tip of him penetrating me. Then I reach up to support and steady myself, my hand around his neck.

Teasingly slow I lower myself on him, the heat of me slowly enclosing him. I feel my sensitive tunnel clasping at him, still spasming some from my recent orgasm. I sink further on him until finally I am seated on his lap, his full length inside me. A pause, savoring the feeling, leaning in for kissing, my arms both around his neck.

Then my hips begin to rock, slow and easy at first, pelvis tilting back and forth to create the penetration. I moan into his kiss.

 

[Veroe]

I moan out as I feel her sinking agonizingly slow down my hard length. Eventually, finally she has sunk to the bottom and I feel her quivering warm wet walls surrounding me. I feel her fingers curl over my shoulders.

I bite my lip as she rocks her hips on me. My moan matches hers as we kiss.

"Take me," I whisper against her lips, "I am yours."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The sound of his voice, a low purr that resonates in my body and mind, inflames my rising passion. My movements on him become faster, more vigorous, riding him for my pleasure once again, despite my intentions of wanting to repay the pleasure he gave me already. I am a creature of insatiable appetites sometimes, and I can only hope that this time he will enjoy it as much as I do.

I lean back, angling my body away from his, hanging from my arms around his neck, slamming my hips down upon him, his shaft impaling me so deliciously! This one will come soon, much quicker than before, I sense. I hope he is ready!

 

[Veroe]

I moan out as she quickens the pace, upping the intensity driving her hips onto me like an erotic madwoman. I am loving every second of it.

My back arches and my head leans back against the couch cushion as I get perilously close to expending myself within her. The extravagant experience of eating her out had been as arousing to me as it had been for her to recieve it. But I would not come not unless she gave me permission. That was her right as dominant for the evening.

The muscles in my torso tense and tighten as I withold myself from the natural instinct to come within her like a geyser. She was getting close and I was determined not to let her down until she once again reached the heights of pleasure tonight.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The initial tremors within me grew to convulsions, taking me by storm! I couldn't hold back any longer!

Fuck! I'm cuuumming! Veroe! Cum with meeee!" My voice rising in pitch with my increasing desperation. I tried to hold back until I could feel those first twitches from him, feel that hot cock of his melting into hut cum within me, like liquid magma.

I felt my cunt clamp on him tightly, trying to milk his orgasm from him by force! It was too late to stop for me. I only hoped he was as ready as I was! I pulled into his embrace, clinging to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulders, my teeth biting onto his shoulder, riding out the intense feelings!

 

[Veroe]

"Fuck! I'm cuuumming! Veroe! Cum with meeee!"

"Yes," I moan out wanting to say more but unable to devote the energy to form words anymore. Her words release any resistance I have within me, and I skyrocket into ecstasy. The arch in my back deepens as my hips raise and I feel her tremors around me setting me off like a firehose. Electricity courses through my nerves firing through synapses in an overload of pleasurable sensation.

Now my arms move slipping free of the flimsy restraint her g-string provided and curling around her to hold her tight against me as we slowly descended back to earth.

"...Yes..." I whisper to her between panting breaths. "...That...was...was nice."