She had taken the day off to get ready for the party…. It was finally the right time for him to meet her friends and she was so excited, knowing they would all adore him.
Everything was ready as she looked around…. The bar was stocked; the ice bin filled…wine and beer chilling…. House clean from stem to stern… the leaf in the table and the and the Army/Navy linen tablecloth her mom had given her was spread and fit perfectly from end to end….guests would be arriving around 7:00 and the fare was heavy hors d’oeuvres and there was little left to do.
There was a standing rib on the grill, to be cooked medium rare and then thinly sliced and served with homemade horseradish sauce and spicy mustard, and individual Yorkshire puddings she would pop in the oven at just the last moment, made from the delicious drippings from the roast. Salt cod and crab fritters ready to pop in the fryer – he loved those; spicy pickled pearl onions she had made yesterday, chilling and ready to serve – he loved those. Warm marinated olives – dear lord, did he have any IDEA how hard it was to find REAL fresh olives in North Carolina! Gazpacho shots with cucumber slices (from her garden), assorted cheeses and breads, fresh fruit, mangos with pepper, grilled peaches; potato skins cooked crispy and adorned with fresh herbs (also from her garden)…
She stood at the range, barefoot and a mess, finishing off her clam chowder as she heard the door open and close. Oh no! She had wanted to be done and showered before he arrived, but no chance now. She sensed rather than heard him walk up behind her and then he pressed against her from behind, pinning her to the stove. With one hand he lifted her long hair off her damp neck and kissed just below her ear. His other hand slid around and gently brushed over her breasts, and then slid up to caress her throat. She gasped at the unfamiliar pressure and felt her breathing increase, as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
As he nibbled her ear he whispered, ‘Why are you dressed like this, little one? You know how I like you to be naked when I arrive home,’ as the pressure on her throat increased. She tried to turn her head to face him but he held her too firmly.
Whispering back to him, she said ‘I’m so sorry, Darling…. I lost track of time and I’ve been so busy getting everything just right.’
Releasing her throat, he stepped back and said, ‘I will let this go, THIS TIME. But do not let it happen again or there will be consequences.’ She swallowed hard and nodded, ‘of course, Darling. I will be more careful in the future.’
Smiling, he turned to head for the bedroom. ‘I will lay out your clothes for tonight – they will be on the bed.’ And with that, he left the kitchen. She leaned against the stove for support because her knees were weak, and as she stirred the chowder, she was amazed at the dampness she was feeling. His voice and his touch always did this to her, but he had never pressed her throat…. never. She turned the fire off under the chowder and set the pot on the back burner. Grabbing a paper towel, she blotted her face and neck… and then she turned the hood fan up in an attempt to cool off the kitchen and herself.
She left the kitchen and headed for the bedroom. When she walked in, he was just entering from the bathroom, a towel around his waist and his body glistening with droplets of water. She smiled at him because she loved looking at him like this. Though he was a good bit older than her, he was a beautiful physical specimen and he ate right and exercised religiously to keep in great shape. As she stood admiring him, he crooked his finger for her to come there and as she obeyed, he loosened the towel and let it fall to the floor at his feet. When she stood in front of him, he ran his fingers into her hair and kissed her hard. Then he gently but firmly pushed her down to her knees, still gripping her hair until she was kneeling in front of him. She let her hands slide up the back of his hard calves as he pressed her face to his groin. How she loved the smell of him…… and without coaxing, she took the head of his cock between her lips and swirled her tongue around the tip….feeling him begin to grow. His soft moans told her of his pleasure as she continued to caress him with her tongue. She moved her head freely, though his hand was still in her hair, and it wasn’t long before he was fully aroused and throbbing. She slid one hand up to cup his balls as she sucked softly, moving her head up and down the length of his shaft. Though his balls were smooth, the hair at the base of his cock tickled her nose as she tried to take all of him in her mouth. Standing rigid and still, his moans increased, as did the pressure from his hand on her head. She closed her eyes and gasped for breath because she knew………… oh God…… he thrust his hips forward, pressing her head hard onto him, and filled her throat with his cock, daring her to gag as her eyes widened……..he held her there, not moving except for the throbbing of his cock, until she felt his explosion deep in her throat, her muscles contracting wildly as she tried to breathe and could not, fighting the gag reflex because of his depth, panic gripping her chest as he filled her with his seed………… tears filled her eyes as he thrust deeply – once, twice, three times!!!!! AGHHHH! And the moment he yanked her head back, she swallowed his gift and gasped for air, hoping he wouldn’t be upset that she was trembling and panting.
'Ahhhh little one…. I love how you love me….. and how I love you. Stand, my darling, and let me taste my seed, feel the slickness on your teeth.' He gently pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her lips, sweeping her mouth with his tongue as he breathed into her, filling her lungs with his strength. As the kiss ended, he smiled into her eyes, turned her by her shoulders, and gave her a little smack on the butt. ‘To the shower with you, my little bird….I will be here when you finish.’
She smiled and dashed into the bathroom. Quickly stepping out of her shorts and T, she cranked the shower on high and slipped in. First the shampoo, loving the wonderfully erotic scent of the vanilla that she always used. Then the giant sea sponge and vanilla soap, making a wonderful creamy lather all over her body. And finally, washing her sex…. smiling as she recalled how wet he made her earlier.
Stepping from the shower, she toweled her hair and wrapped that towel into a turban around her head. Then with another towel, she dried her body and then wrapped that towel around her. At the sink, she put on deodorant and then took the hairdryer in hand, removed the towel around her head, and reached for the brush. Working on the tangles, she smiled as her blonde hair flew in the hot air, and very soon her hair was dry. He had told her to leave it down tonight so she brushed it one last time. She then applied the tiniest bit of makeup… just a little color to her cheeks and a light touch of mascara… he hated heavy makeup, and the fact was, she did too.
She removed the other towel and hung both on the bars on the back of the door, and walked into the bedroom.
He was standing by the bed, hair nicely combed, wearing only his boxer/briefs. She smiled, a little surprised that he wasn’t dressed already. He turned when he heard her and walked to her, again gripping her hair and kissing her hard as his free hand explored her body. Still kissing her, he navigated her to the bed and as the back of her legs felt the side of the bed, he gently laid her back on the soft coverlet. He released her hair and took her ankles in his hands, and as he kneeled by the edge of the bed, he placed her feet over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips as his thumbs spread her labia and he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. The ferocity of his mouth made her arch and cry out, and she gripped the bedding in her fists as she began to shake. He moved his head from side to side, tugging on her, as her tiny bud began to swell and protrude from it’s little hood. He slid his huge hands under her cheeks and pulled up into his mouth as he sucked deeply and hard. He felt her heels dig into his back as she arched her hips and washed his probing tongue with her sweet cream. As she clamped over and over on his tongue, her orgasm continued in waves, until finally she was spent and limp, laughing softly as he moaned and licked her clean. She lifted her legs from his shoulders and lowered her feet to the floor, and he kissed his way up her tummy to her breasts, sucking each gently before moving on to her mouth, where he kissed her passionately, sharing the taste of her orgasm with her. She held his face in her hands and smiled at how his cheeks glistened with her juices.
They laid in each others arms for a couple of minutes and then he rose and slipped on his trousers. She propped her head on one hand and watched him as he put on his shirt and stand over her while he buttoned it and then rolled the sleeves up a couple of turns. Then she hopped up to get dressed.
He had put out a black dress for her… tiny capped sleeves, V-cut in the front with two panels of fabric criss-crossing her breasts and gathering at the waist to form a soft, flowing skirt. He had selected a gold chain belt – one he had bought for her… hooking in the front but with varying lengths of chain hanging all the way around. Black sandals with low heels and straps that went half way up her legs. No nylons….. no panties…… no bra.
He lifted the dress and she raised her arms as he slipped it down over her body. The skirt came to just above her knees, and the V-neck plunged nearly to her waist, but the top was snug enough that there was no danger in her ‘slipping out’. He fastened the belt in the back and then stepped back to admire her. She grinned and gave a little wiggle as he watched. Reaching in his pocket, he brought out two tiny black things she had never seen, and with one hand he pulled the top of the dress aside, exposing her right breast. He attached a tiny clamp to her nipple and she winced and cried out immediately. Using his thumb and forefinger, he reduced the pressure until the pain was less intense. Then he did the same thing to her left nipple. God! The pain was almost bearable. She looked down, just knowing these would be visible thru the dress, but oddly enough they were not.
‘Do not touch these tonight, little one,’ he whispered. ‘I may adjust them during the evening.’ She swallowed hard and smiled up at him, trying not to feel the pain in her nipples.
He took her hands in his and placed a wide gold bracelet on each wrist and clamped them closed firmly in place. Then he fastened a matching wide gold choker style necklace around her throat, kissing her neck as he clicked it shut.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her shoes, but he quickly knelt and slipped them on her feet for her, lacing the thin straps up her ankles. She smiled into his eyes as he slowly let his hands ride up the inside of her legs, meeting right there, at her still damp mound. He tickled her there with one finger, and then removed his hands, brushing one finger over his upper lip. ‘So I can smell you all night,’ he grinned.
He extended his hand to her and she took it and rose from the bed, and together they walked to the bedroom door, ready for a few last minute tasks before their guests began arriving……
……………. TO BE CONTINUED....
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