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Madison was prepared for him this time. When his emails first began to arrive she dreaded their meeting, she wasn’t used to being in charge.
A million doubts had flooded her head, what if she ran out of ideas?
Men like Mr. Thomas were different, they didn’t want to cum. They didn’t dream of exploding inside her—or maybe they did, and that was the point.
She slid into her pencil skirt, the black fabric hugging the curves of her thighs and her cheeks, skimming over the suspenders she’d carefully positioned in place.
Her white shirt did nothing to hide the swell of her breasts and the black lace that cradled them.
She slid into her black stilettos just in time, the wrap on the door alerted her to his arrival.
Mr. Thomas always wore a suit. A school teacher by day, he was used to being in control of most situations. That’s why he paid her to take it away from him.
After the money was dealt with, she pushed him into a kitchen chair. Using handcuffs, she secured him in place. He wasn’t allowed to touch her without permission.
As he waited patiently, Madison disappeared into the bedroom. She came back with some toys.
Placing them on the table, she turned her attention to her guest who is already so hard she can see the outline of his cock through his trousers. She smiled.
Sliding herself onto his lap and ignoring the groan that is his response, she whispered in his ear. “Do you want me sir?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I want you.”
Madison laughed cruelly at him, rubbing her arse harder against his cock.
As she was pushing against him, she began to unbutton her shirt, exposing the black lace bra. Through its thin fabric, she knew he could see her nipples.
She let the shirt fall to the floor and pressed herself against him. She could feel his heart beat against her breasts. It was racing.
Sliding off his lap, she grabbed her vibrator off the kitchen table. With one leg bent, her foot rested on the chair so he could see what she was doing. Hiking her skirt up around her waist, she made him watch as she played with herself. Moving her underwear to one side, he watched as she rubbed the buzzing vibrator against her clit. Her head tilting back, she moaned as the vibrator left every nerve in her body firing and electrified her blood.
Her pussy was so wet.
Turning off the vibrator, she made her slave suck it clean. He moaned. Loving the things she did to him, knowing he would never be allowed to touch her. Placing on the vibrator back on the table, Madison reached for something a little bit more filling.
Grabbing the huge rubber dildo by its shaft she shows it to him. Placing it on his lap she kneels in front of him. Looking up at him she slowly runs her tongue up and down it. He moaned again, louder this time as he imagined her licking his cock instead.
Watching the effect she has on him turned her on. He wants her so badly, and yet he denies himself. He tortures himself and he uses her to do it.
Standing over him she rubbed the tip of the dildo against herself, lowering herself slowly onto the huge cock. It's tight inside her, she pushed the tip in first, lowering herself and lifting herself a few times first. Testing how it feels inside her. Moaning when it begins to feel good. Pushing down harder she begins to rock, feeling it push against her G-spot.
The tension built in her body as she moved against the delicious friction of the dildo. She began to let go as her body shook with an orgasm.