0 comments/ 12708 views/ 3 favorites Tell Me Everything By: Devil Woman With those few words she knew that their little game had started. She could feel the heat rushing to her face as she squirmed in her chair, feeling the desire building in her. The funny thing was, she hadn't realized how much she wanted to play until just then. "Well let's see, today I'm wearing blue jeans with a red cotton blouse and oh yeah, those brown boots you like so much." "Ah baby, you know just how to get to me." As always his voice was warm and soft, yet so powerful. "Come on now, tell me everything." Before she knew what she was doing, she could hear herself telling him everything. Starting with the jeans she was wearing and how they fit tight in all the right places. She told him how they clung just right to her hips, showing off her ass. Then describing the blouse she had on; that was opened daringly low, exposing her cleavage. And then just to add fuel to his fire and her own, she told him that she wasn't wearing a bra that day; and how her nipples were poking at the fabric. "Oh my God," he said, openly thrilled by her revelations. Then in a voice that was barely above a whisper; "Touch yourself for me." "I can't do that what if someone walked in." On impulse she found herself looking around to make sure she was alone in the office. "Even better, baby." in that same sexy powerful voice of his "You know you want to. You know you want to let loose and be wild for me. We both know you want me to teach you all the ways of horny pleasure." Of course she wanted to; he had started that fire in her. The fire that would always start as a tingle at the base of her spine, but would soon spread through her and take her over. Without thinking she reached up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her breasts. "Are your nipples hard baby? Remember you have to tell me everything." "Yes love, they're so hard," herself whispering now. "They're hard wanting you here with me touching them, licking them, sucking them." "Oh you little devil, you're killing me here." The fire that had been slowly building in her had reached the boiling point now, and she gave in to the desire he had kindled in her. Taking a deep breath she took one last look around and let herself go. "I'm sitting here at my desk, all alone in my office, playing with my hard nipples just for you baby. Oh love you can't believe how wet my pussy is getting just knowing I'm touching myself for you." "That's my girl, my cock is so hard right now imagining you in my mind touching yourself to please your teacher." She leaned back in her chair listening to his words as her hands roamed over her breasts; pinching and pulling at the hard nipples. His voice was hypnotic as he brought out the woman in her. She was sure her eyes were filled with lust as she let her hand go lower. Driven by desire she unsnapped her jeans and let her slide inside her panties searching out her wet pussy. "Play with your pussy baby, go ahead do it for me." She couldn't keep from smiling as she told him; "You're falling behind love, I'm already there." "Oh yes baby, finger your pussy, run your fingers through that wet slit of your's. Tell me everything. Tell me how swollen your lips are, tell me how hard your clit is, but most of all I want to know how much you want this." Squirming in her chair, she told him how turned on she was by his voice, how swollen her clit was and how she wished he was there to fuck her; how much she needed him to fuck her. "Tell me how many fingers you have buried in your pussy baby." Hardly able to breathe she gasps as she tells him, "I've got two fingers shoved deep in my pussy for you. But I really wish it was your tongue sliding in and out of me." But eventually her words were replaced by moans and the sound of her labored breathing, as she fingered her pussy for his pleasure and her own. "Oh baby girl, I love to hear you moan knowing it's all for me. But most of all I love hearing you being so obedient." His words were bringing to her mind her own images and all she could do was listen to him talk. In her mind she could see him walking to her desk and lifting her from the chair. She could almost feel his touch on her skin as he talked of pinning her against the wall with her arms high above her head. She could feel her body ache and burn as she pushed her fingers deep in her dripping pussy, imagining that it was his hard cock fucking her. She could feel her thighs trembling at the thought of him spreading her legs wide; all the while hungrily sucking her breasts. Her nipples ached as she thought of him licking first one and then the other. But when he told her how he would take her, pinned against the wall and fuck her hard and deep, she completely gave in. At that moment, they both knew that she totally belonged to him. "Cum for me bay." he whispered. "I want to hear you call my name as your pussy explodes. I want to know you're thinking of me as your juices flow." Hearing those words was all it ook for her to go over the edge. The orgasm came rushing over her like a tidal wave, wrapping itself around her. Screaming his name over and over as she exploded, her juices flowing for what seemed like hours. And yet she kept fingering her pussy like a woman obsessed, pushing deep in her folds until she finally collapsed in her chair completely spent. "Ah yes, baby, you loved that didn't you?" he whispered in her ear. "You love being wild and wicked with me and for me? You love it when I'm able to possess you like that?" "Yes love, I love being the the wild woman you know I can be. You bring out the devil in me," she answered with a smile on her face as she slowly came back to earth. "Well baby girl, I need to try to get some work done, if I can. May even have to take a walk. We'll talk soon.........Oh before I forget I love You." "I Love You Too." Tell Me Everything David swiped his hand across the mirror, checking for stray stubble in the brief moment before the glass fogged up again. Satisfied, he continued to dry off, finally wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the bathroom door to a blast of arctic air, and stepping out into the hallway amid a cloud of steam. The clock on the wall directly opposite showed 2:15. He would have plenty of time to get dressed and wait for the others to come pick him up. It wasn't that he particularly relished the evening's plans. The restaurant they had picked wasn't one of his favorites. The movie they were going to looked awful in the previews. But his old buddy Mike would be there, along with Alan and his wife Christine. It would be good to catch up on old times with the guys, and meet Christine, even if the food and movie were lousy. Janine had picked those out, and he had gone along with it because she was single, and beautiful. He had scolded himself several times for letting that sway his decision, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Time to get dressed. He jumped about two feet when he opened the bedroom door and saw her. Janine, lovely as ever, sitting on his bed and casually flipping through a magazine. He mumbled an embarrassed greeting, too stunned for the moment to ask just what the hell she thought she was doing in his bedroom. She looked up and smiled, and went back to her magazine. A long, awkward pause followed, and she finally glanced at him and patted the space beside her. "Come on, sit down." Only when he did so did he realize what magazine she was reading, and he flushed beat-red. Janine chuckled. "Interesting reading material you have here. Is this yours as well? I found it under the bed." David cringed. She was holding up a gym sock, stiff with dried semen. Janine giggled at his embarrassment. "Why David, whatever do you use this for?" She cackled a little at this, and fell back on the bed. David tried to get angry, to berate her for invading his privacy like this, but couldn't force any words out. This was all so sudden . . . what did this bitch think she was doing? She sat up. "David, how long have you wanted to fuck me?" He blinked. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," she said in a kindly, patronizing voice. "I know you want to fuck me. How long has this been going on? Since high school?" "I, uh . . . what? I don't uh . . . I mean . . ." and then, under his breath: "yeah." Janine smiled. "That's what I thought. I knew you were checking me out back then, but I wanted to hear you say it. Now tell me," she said, holding up the sock. "How much of this is because of me?" David stood up, his senses starting to return. "Listen, Janine, I don't know what the hell..." but he never finished the sentence. She was just sitting there, smiling that coy little smile of hers at him, and he couldn't bring himself to shout at her. "Okay, uh . . . what do you want me to say, Janine?" "I just want you to tell me if you think about me when you jerk off." "That's really none-" "Just tell me." He sighed, blushed some more. "Yes. I've had a few fantasies about you, if you must know." This seemed to please her, and she held up the magazine she'd pulled from under his bed. "Kinky stuff, David. Is this the kind of thing you like to think about me doing?" " . . . I . . ." She smiled. "What's the matter, can't remember? Forget all that stuff as soon as you're done jerking off?" Another cruel giggle. "Tell ya what. If it'll help you remember, then get to it, because you're gonna have to answer the question sooner or later." And David, too stunned to resist, lay back on the bed and untied the towel. "Now, isn't that better? Are those fantasies coming back to you?" Another giggle. He was fully erect now, his hand moving up and down his dick in the old comfortable rhythm. His eyes were closed, but he was acutely aware of Janine's eyes on him. "Now, Davie, I'm gonna ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully, okay?" He gulped and nodded, trying unsuccessfully not to think about how awkward all this was. "Okay . . . now, how long have you been fantasizing about me?" "Since, uh . . . since about 10th grade, when we met." "Oh? And what attracted you to me?" "You . . . you were the hottest girl in the class. You filled out early, and you wore those short skirts that you just barely got away with. And then one day when you dropped something, and I was able to see right down your shirt . . ." "Good boy. So you've been attracted to me all these years? How cute." "Mm . . . y-yes. Listen, you're not gonna tell anyone abou-" "Shut up, Dave. I'm asking the questions. Now . . . how often do you jerk off?" "Jesus, I . . . I don't know. Janine, can I stop? This is humiliating . . ." "That's the point, and I know you like it. Now answer the question, or you'll never have the pleasure of performing for me again, and I'll tell everyone about this little adventure over dinner tonight." "I . . . okay, okay. Once, maybe twice a day, okay? Satisfied?" "Not quite yet, boy." Her voice was getting low and husky. She may have been pleasuring herself as well, but he was too ashamed to open his eyes and look. "Now, how often do you fantasize about me, personally?" "Mmmm . . . I . . . I can't . . ." "ANSWER!" "Every time, okay! I think about you almost every time I jerk off." A moan from Janine this time, but he still didn't dare look. "Now, Dave, I want you to tell me . . . what do you like to think about me doing when you jerk off?" "There are a few things . . . I imagine you playing with yourself, just moaning and arching your back and grabbing the sheets . . . I imagine you in a schoolgirl outfit sucking me off . . . I imagine you grabbing my head and making me eat you out . . . I imagine tit-fucking you and . . . mmmm . . ." He felt feminine fingers twisting in his hair, and then her voice, soft and husky, right in his ear: "do you imagine me doing the things in this magazine? All this silly dominatrix stuff?" He gulped, nodded. "Y-yes. All the time. I read the stories in there, and I look at the pictures, and I imagine it's you . . ." "Ah, very good. Now, you're going to come for me, and it's gonna be good, and you're gonna be nice and loud for me, aren't you Davey?" "Y-yes..." "Call me Mistress." "Yes, Mistress." "Good. You may come now." And he did, loudly, tremblingly, desperately so, moaning into the soft, feminine mouth that he suddenly found on his own. Their tongues wrestled one another as he twitched in her arms, and only when it was over did he finally open his eyes to gaze adoringly at his new Mistress.