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our laughter precedes us into the room, as do the hordes of bags we’ve collected along the way.  you point to a corner and watch as the packages are unloaded neatly and then dismiss their carrier without another thought. “now” you say as you sprawl indolently on the couch and loosen your collar “show me.”

and i do.

i prance over to that same corner and kick off my shoes, plop myself on to a chair and slowly roll my nylons down my legs as  you watch with heavy lidded eyes and intense pupils.  i stand and slowly, very slowly unbutton my blouse and skirt.  i slide the skirt down to my knees and then let it drop to the floor, panties follow.  your eyes narrow slightly as you watch my little fashion show

i paw through the bags until i find the one i want.  thigh high tights slide up my legs and grip my upper thighs.  immediately my arousal increases. your eyelids, if possible, drop even heavier.

i search again and pull a very small bag from the pile.  beautiful translucent lace panties caress my silk clad legs and snap into place over my pussy.  i smile at you over my shoulder and reach behind myself to unsnap my bra.  it falls at my feet and i hear your breath catch.

i allow the shirt to fall.

naked save for tiny panties and thigh high stockings i bend over to the small bag again.  nipples crinkling with their exposure (and my arousal) hurt slightly as i trap them in the bra that matches the panties.

i bend, deeply from the hips, to lean over the gathered packages once more.  i can feel myself dampening my panties even as my bottom waggles at the ceiling.  i glance at you through my legs and see your pupils burning into my body and another shaft of desire hits my center.

i find a little dress that you didn’t see me slide in the pile for you to buy and slide it slowly up my body, caressing my skin as i go.  it settles on to my curves and i hear your breath catch once more.  i drop gracefully into a little squat and find the shoes to match.

standing once more, i slide my feet into beautiful pumps that are dizzyingly high and turn to strut toward you.

you growl, deep and low in your throat, your erection bulging against your trousers and enticing my hips to sway even more.  i stop and pose before i drop my mouth to your lips and allow you to capture my tongue.  i resist the urge though and pull back to dance back to the pile.

i stand tall, back toward you, and slowly drop one strap from my shoulder and then the other.  innocently i glance over my shoulder “shall i dress for dinner or show you another outfit?” the mischief implicit in my voice causes you to growl again.

“dinner.”

i continue to slide the tiny dress along my silken skin.  as my buttocks come into view i hear you groan and i let the dress drop to the floor.  i slide my new panties down my thighs as they would show through the sheer dress i have chosen for dinner.  i can feel my arousal coating my pussy as  i bend and start pawing through the bags, stilettos and thigh highs framing my naked womanhood even as my nipples crinkle inside my bra.

i don’t hear you move but suddenly you are there, hot erection pressing through your trousers against the cleft of my bottom. you turn me slightly until i am facing a chair and you mutter “brace yourself.”

i feel arousal flood me still further as i reach over and brace my hands against the chair.  you lean your still clothed body against my nakedness and reach around to fondle my nipples inside my bra.

i moan and press back against the raging hard-on i can feel through your layers of material.  i start to rub back and forth against you.

“don’t move”

i mew and focus on my hands, body quivering and nipples excruciatingly aware of each scrape and flick of your blunt nails.

one hand drops to my swollen folds and begins to stroke the slickness waiting there “good girl” floats through my ears as i moan and fight to keep still.  you step between my legs and kick them further apart.  kick them to the exact distance apart that lets my sopping channel rest against your pants.

you stroke and stroke and stroke again as i gasp and fight the movement but buck slightly in spite of myself.

i hear the zip and slide as your pants drop to the floor and i mew again.  shocks are coursing through my body and then you slide the head of your erection along my channel to rub my incredibly sensitized button.

i move with you.

you stop moving, grab both my my hips in your powerful hands and say “don’t move, and don’t make me tell you again.”  i flood the penis resting against my clitoris with my arousal.

you stay there, leisurely stroking your penis up and down my channel and bringing me to the edge of orgasm and retreating each time.  the slick shaft sliding against my clitoris is killing me and i mew helplessly as shocks course through my system and pulsations start deep and low in my body and jet through my vagina.

you laugh and slide once, twice, thrice more until i cry out again and then, even as the shocks continue you slam your shaft into my aching hole.  i fight every urge i have and brace myself firmly but don’t push back against you.

you laugh, you know i want to slam my bottom into your pelvis and you don’t care.

slowly you pull all the way out and wait, wait and wait some more until i cry “please” in a broken little voice.  you laugh and slam back home.

you bend me slightly more fully over and proceed to use me as you will, erection sliding in and out of my body and utterly covered in my sexual lubricants; testicles slapping my clit and driving me further into mindless ecstacy.

every slam leads to a slap against my clit and i am already so lost in your body that i don’t even notice the space between the orgasms as i surf one long wave of pleasure inflicted by your body.

eventually you can tell that i am about to collapse from the pleasure and you root yourself deep within me once more before pulling all the way out.  i cry out again as you withdraw.

you leave me there, one hand on your penis and the other under my hips.  i am cumming helplessly now and my legs are shaking, if you removed your hand i would surely fall to the floor in a helpless puddle of my own juices.

but you don’t.  you wait until the pulsations slow a little, until my breath deepens a little in my chest.  you wait.  stroking your penis just enough.  you wait.

and then you slam home and hold both my hips as you thrust deeply and forcefully into my body, once, twice, thrice and i cry out and come again and this time, this time i am rewarded with the feeling of your hot seed spurting deep into my waiting depths and i groan long and deep in the back of my throat.

you hold me there for a moment and then drop me to the chair.

“no, don’t wipe yourself up, just get dressed and we’ll go.”

“and skip the panties…”

I LOVE ANY MAN OR BOY WITH A HARD COCK, AND ADD MONEY TOO IT … Mmmmm… I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!

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