0 comments/ 13755 views/ 1 favorites Welcome Home Darling By: Loulou She woke that morning and stretched vigorously, not wanting to leave her bed and put hold to her dreams until that night. She was so sexually aware, aware that her body needed attention and some serious loving. The train trudged slowly into the station and she noticed the guard giving her the come on... he was handsome in a weird sort of way and she resisted the urge to drag him into the guard hut and impale herself on his cock. She did not know how she was going to get through the day, her pussy was wet and had been for 2 days. Her lover was away on business and she was lonely...she had even volunteered to stay behind at the office whilst everyone else went out for the financial year end lunch, she couldn't face the joviality and would prefer to be alone. The morning passed slowly, everyone was in high spirits desperate to have fun at the free lunch and come back to the office slightly sozzled. She thought to herself... oh so how easily pleased some people were, what she longed for was a hard cock deep inside her pussy, banging so hard balls were smashing against he ass. Little shivers swept over her and she busied herself at her desk, a little while later everyone started to leave the office, she flicked on the answer machines and buried herself in her work willing time to fly. Her desk was facing the window of the office, a big desk with a pedestals at one side open on the other. She kicked off her shoes and looked out to the park... watching young lovers flirting with each other she became aroused. Kicking off her shoes she parted her legs and pulled her panties to one side so she could gently circle her clit. It felt good, she was wet and swollen. Glancing behind she could see she was totally alone and would be for some time. She put her bum nearer to the edge of the chair and parted her legs wide, leaning back she closed her eyes and let the shivers cruise through her body. She noticed on the desk a small cylindrical drum she used once to put a flower in that someone had given her, she eyed it and smiled to herself, it looked the perfect shape and size. Opening her legs as wide as the confines of the desk would allow she began to rub the drum along her pussy, circling it until it sat between her lips, pushing her hole. A gentle push and it began to slide into her wet pussy, her eyes were closed and she leant back in her chair. She heard a noise and immediately brought her hands to the desk... with such force someone had grabbed the base of her chair and pulled it toward the desk pinning her tight, she could not move. Fear seized her as she struggled to free herself and then she felt a familiar touch... warm breath hit her thigh followed by the trailing of a warm tongue. She remained pinned against the desk but now she did not struggle. He roughly parted her legs again, his tongue delved into her pussy hard and deep, she clung to the desk. His lips took her clit and he pulled sharply, twisting and sucking hard., all the time keeping her legs wide. She could hear him drink her juices, feel them running down her legs. A brief pause and he pushed 2 fingers deeply into her pussy and started to pump her hard and fast, so deep banging against her g spot with every forward thrust. A slow long moan escaped her lips... she felt started to buck wildly on his hand as he relentlessly fucked her. She come hard, so hard... warm love juice flowed from her pussy, down his hand, dripping form his wrist and she could feel him drinking her. Not giver her any time to recovery he pushed the chair back with such force she traveled 6 feet across the room, he pulled her from the chair and yanked her skirt up high over her hips, turning her he forced her down over the table and with one hand on her back he kicked her ankles apart exposing her ass and pussy... still jumping from her violent orgasm. He took his cock from his trousers... her eyes opened wide, he was so big and hard, blood was rushing to his cock and it glistened at her. He pushed his cock against her pussy and with a steady pace he pushed forward hard, not stopping until his cock was deep in her pussy, she stretched for him but she was so tight, she moaned loudly eyes wild a little fearful. She had not seen this side of her lover before, his eyes wild with wanton lust, intent on fucking her hard. Leaning across the desk his hand kept the pressure on her back not allowing her to move. Then he started to fuck her, long, deep, hard, penetrating strokes, each stroke going deeper than before, his balls were banging against her ass and now with two hands on her hips, they grabbed at her skin, pulling her closer to him. Leaning forward to took her head and pulled it free from the desk, both arms came around and ripped her shirt open, grabbing her tits he squeezed hard pulling her nipples, he kissed her roughly on her neck, almost biting her, now reaching through her opened legs he squeezed her clit too, never letting up the relentless fucking his cock was giving her pussy. The fear in her had subsided as he caused her body to convulse with pleasure... back with his hands on her hips clawing her skin pulling her closer she began to shake. He sensed her approaching orgasm and pushed one finger into her ass, just penetrating her. Immediate orgasm ensued... he was not far behind. His cock hardened like never before, his balls so tight and he was throbbing deep inside her pussy, pulsating wildly, her muscles contracting around him lightening his pleasure even more. They both cum together, long and hard, their juices squeezing from her pussy, dripping down her thighs, he called her name repeatedly as his cock exploded deep inside her. After what seemed an eternity they regained control... he ran his tongue gently and softly up her back and turned her to face him. He took her face in his hands and sensually kissed her mouth, his hands moving through her hair, her hands holding his lovingly. He said I've missed you darling, she said I've missed you too honey. Welcome Home, Darling She awoke at 5:30 AM without the assistance of her alarm. The excitement that had been building in her since he left her arms last evening was enough to set off her internal alarm. He would be home from work in about 2 hours and she wanted it to be a homecoming like no other. She had partially prepared the bedroom for his return the night before and now just a few details were left; the sheets needed to be changed, candles lit just before his arrival and the surprise trail to the bedroom. She stretched out under the sheets, arms above her head and a smile on her lips that could not be erased even if she tried. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched again, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the dresser. "Not bad," she said to herself as she looked at the reflection of her naked breasts. They weren't huge but not small either, perfect he told her. She grazed her fingertips over her nipples and they sprung to attention quickly. She remembered back to yesterday afternoon and how he had licked and sucked them till he brought her to climax. He loved how sensitive her nipples were and how she would cum with just the right amount of attention to them. Sometimes she would hold him in her arms and feed one breast to him, then the other. He would kiss them tenderly, gently pulling on the nipples with his lips, teasing them with his tongue. She'd stroke his hair with her fingertips, running her fingers through it, looking down into his half-closed, soft blue eyes. Her moaning would arouse him and as he positioned one leg between hers she would feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She stood up from the bed and began to strip the plain cotton sheets soon to be replaced with the red satin ones she had recently purchased. She smoothed out the new sheets as she changed the bedding, pleased with how they felt against the palm of her hand, imagining how they would feel against their naked skin. She replaced the pillowcases, plumping up the pillows as she did and placed them back on the bed. She would light the candles at 7:15 am, just before he got home. It would give enough time for the soft vanilla musk scent, a scent he loved, to fill the room. She stood in the doorway and looked about the room, pleased with her accomplishments. She headed for the bathroom to complete her own preparations. She turned on the taps in the bathtub and while she waited for the water to heat up she brushed her teeth. She rinsed her mouth and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. He told her he loved her smile, her soft full lips. He also told her how he loved those lips wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. She had to admit to herself that she enjoyed being his little cocksucker. He had a beautiful cock. She would bury herself under the sheets while he lay sleeping and slowly lick his balls gently sucking one then the other into her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue, bathing them in her saliva. He would moan in his sleep and she knew it wouldn't be long till he was fully awoken by his lust, her lust. She would lick his hardening shaft; long, wet licks till she reached the tip, flicking her tongue at the head. She would feel him pull the covers away then, raising himself up slightly so he could watch. She would look up into his eyes and say good morning just before she slowly sucked in the head. She could feel as much as hear him gasp as his hands would involuntarily fly to her head, his fingers stroking her hair as she slowly slid her mouth up and down his throbbing cock. She ran her hand under the taps to make sure the water was the right temperature before she turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. She washed her hair and then squeezed the scented shower gel onto the sponge. She soaped herself, beginning at her neck that he loved to nuzzle, then slowly working her way down. She did not have the perfect figure by today's standards. She had a soft, rounded belly, ample hips and butt and fleshy thighs, but she was perfect in his eyes. Just looking at her nakedness aroused him and that's all that mattered to her. She resisted the temptation to pleasure herself though she did allow her fingertips to graze over her well trimmed yet still hairy mound. She would have shaved it smooth for him had he wanted, but he didn't. "A woman should have hair down there," he'd always say, "and YOU are ALL woman!" She turned off the taps and quickly got out of the shower. She grabbed one of the big, fluffy towels and dried herself. Her short, curly, auburn hair did not require much attention as she quickly ran a brush through it and headed back to the bedroom. A glance at the clock and she knew she still had an hour to finish her preparations. Plenty of time she thought. From the back of the closet she pulled out, for the second time, the bag containing her newly purchased lingerie. She positioned the black lace garter belt around her waist then reached into the bag for the sheer black stockings. She knew he would love the silky feel of them as he caressed her legs or when they were wrapped around his waist. She pulled them over her toes, the ruby red of her manicured nails visible through them, pulling them up slowly making sure her fingernails, painted to match her toes didn't snag on them and then attached them to the garter. She slid into the black lace low-rise panties, which matched the sheer baby doll top she put on last. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled thinking about what his reaction would be. Oh what a day this was going to be! She leaned into the mirror as she applied the ruby red lipstick. A light spray of Vanilla Soft Musk perfume and she was ready to add the finishing touches to her seduction scene. She reached into her lingerie drawer and pulled out the packet of pictures hidden there. She had taken them last night, after he left. A reverse strip tease so to speak. The first picture she placed near the front door showed her completely naked. The next putting on the garter belt, a third with her pulling on her stockings, then one of her caressing herself through her black panties and so on till the last picture near the bedroom door showed her fully attired, smiling seductively. She drew the curtains closed from the early morning sun and lit the candles. When she heard his car pull into the driveway she got into position and waited. He entered the house quietly not wanting to wake her. He hung up his jacket and debated whether he was hungry enough to have breakfast yet or should he wait till later when she was up and he would cook for both of them. He decided he was more tired than hungry and would sleep for a few hours before preparing her favorite breakfast, French toast and bacon. As he bent down to unlace his boots he saw the picture. "What the heck is THIS?" he thought to himself smiling and then, looking down the hall he saw the trail leading to the bedroom. As he examined each picture a different kind of hunger grew in him. He saw the glow of the candles emanating from the room and as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom the scene before him made his cock hard as steel almost instantly. She was on her knees, crouching, her upper body lowered to the floor, arms straight out in front of her, head down. He just stood there unable to move. After about 20 seconds she raised her face to look at him. "Good morning, Master," she whispered in a low, seductive voice, "your fuck slave has been waiting for you." He put the handful of photographs on the dresser and slowly, without taking his eyes off her he began to undress. Somehow he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep this morning. Welcome Home Darling, The Game She raised her upper body from the floor but remained on her knees. She looked up into his eyes and smiled seductively. With both arms stretched out in front of her she beckoned him with her hands. "May I help you undress, Master?" she inquired as he crossed the floor to where she was kneeling. He stood in front of her and let her continue what he started, never taking his eyes from hers. She unbuckled his belt and left it hanging from the loops of his jeans. She stroked his hardness for just a moment then gave it a quick squeeze. She undid the button then started to slowly slide the zipper down to give his cock the release it so badly needed. She slipped her fingers into the waistbands of both his jeans and briefs and pulled them down simultaneously. She licked her lips as his hardness sprung out at her. She kissed the head, holding her lips against it long enough to leave her red lipstick mark on it. "This is MY cock," her voice firmly announced just before sucking it into the warmth and wetness of her hungry mouth. He backed away from her suddenly; his cock making a popping sound as it was pulled from her mouth. A pitiful whine escaped her throat. "Whyyyy?" she whimpered. "Because I don't WANT my cock sucked right now," he stated in his most authoritative voice, "and get one thing straight my sweet little slut, it's MY cock and you need to earn it!" She smiled inwardly. "We're going to play The Game!" she thought with excitement and unconsciously her hand slid between her legs. "NO TOUCHING MY PUSSY!" he hissed at her and she dropped her hands to her sides and kneeled motionless. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and stood in front of her completely naked, just outside of her reach. He took his cock into his right hand and began to stroke it very slowly, his left hand cupping his balls. His finger glided over the wet tip and spread the pre-cum in a circle all around the head. He just stared at her. The hunger was building; he could see it in her eyes. Her body was taut, not unlike an animal ready to pounce on its prey. He loved seeing her like this, so lustful and wanting. He took one step forward and she reached out with her hand. "Did I tell you you could move, bitch?" he almost spat the words out at her. "No." she whispered back and her arm once again fell to her side. "Now I have to punish you." He took a step forward and slapped her cheek with his cock then took two steps back. He saw the disappointment in her face and took another step back. She bowed her head and murmured, "I'm sorry, Master." He moved towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "Good girl! You will learn. Take off your top," he commanded. She crossed her arms, pressing her breasts together and, grabbing the black lace hem slowly pulled it upwards. As soon as her breasts were bare he yelled, "STOP!" and she became motionless once again, elbows bent, hands above her head. He sat there and admired her breasts. They weren't overly large, just nicely filling a B cup, but he thought they were perfect. He wanted to drag his tongue in circles around her hard, brown nipples, bathing the areola in his saliva. He wanted to massage those sensitive nipples with his lips, but The Game must continue; she so loved The Game. "Go on," he commanded and she pulled the black silky fabric over her head and threw it on to the floor. "Now come to me," he stated, but as she started to rise to her feet he stopped her once again. "On you hands and knees, my sweet little slut." And she began to crawl the short distance to where he sat. His eyes moved to her breasts swaying back and forth as she slowly made her way to him. She took her time. She knew he loved to watch her breasts like this, hanging down away from her body, so she gave him as much time to peruse as possible. But she also knew that if she took too long to reach him he would punish her again. She was getting very wet, her juices beginning to dampen her inner thighs. She wanted him, needed him, soon and she did not want to do anything that would prolong her satisfaction, their satisfaction. Punishment was always denial of his cock to her. She stopped moving once she was between his knees and sat back on her heels. He stroked her face and her hair and for a minute she saw the expression of her sweet lover in his face, but only for a minute. "Get up," he commanded, using his master voice once again. She stood, her breasts rising and falling as her breath quickened with anticipation. Her nipples were just inches away from his face and she knew he would not be able to resist sucking one, then the other into his mouth. He didn't disappoint her. He brought his mouth closer to her breast, his warm breath teasing her nipple. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue on it and an electric shock traveled through her body. He wrapped his soft, full lips around her nipple and began a gentle massage while his fingers tweaked and pulled on the other one. She shivered and moaned uncontrollably and a very soft "yesssss" hissed through her slightly parted lips. He pulled away. "Did you say something?" he asked in a reprimanding voice. "Oh what have I done!" she thought to herself. There was no point in lying, as she would only incur additional punishment so she nodded her head yes, lowering her eyes. He pushed her back and began to stroke his cock again knowing what agony it was causing her not to be able to touch or be touched. He continued for several minutes, teasing her, tempting her but also craving her, wanting her, needing her. He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her closer to him. His hand moved between her soft thighs and cupped her pussy through the soaked lace panties. He couldn't help smiling as he looked into her face, her lips pressed together, suppressing any sound she was tempted to make. He spoke in a soft, seductive voice. "Are you my fuck slave?" She nodded her head yes. "My sweet fuck slave wants my cock, doesn't she?" She just nodded her head yes. "You want your Master to fuck you, don't you sweet slut?" And again she nodded her head. He slid the panties down her hips, her thighs, slowly downward till they lay at her feet. As she raised her leg to step out of them he cupped her pussy again and again a long moan and "yessssssss" escaped her throat. "Oh Goddddd, not again," she thought to herself. He moved his hand and pushed her away. He stood up and looking down at her he hissed, "You just don't learn, do you bitch?" She was afraid to speak but she begged his forgiveness with her sad eyes and pouting lips. He grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly pushed her back on to the bed and proceeded to straddle her chest, pinning her arms to her body. He took his cock into his hand and spanked her lips with it. Drips of pre-cum spilt on to her upper lip but she didn't dare lick it up, afraid of the consequences. He proceeded to paint her lips with his juices, running the tip of his now throbbing cock back and forth over her lips stopping to spank them occasionally. He wanted his hardness in her mouth but more than that he wanted to fuck her. The Game would have to end soon. He wasn't sure he could take much more. She lay there as his hardness glided across her lips. She wanted to poke her tongue out and lick the pre-cum from the tip. She longed to part her lips and suck his length into her mouth bathing it in her saliva. She wanted him to fuck her mouth slowly at first then thrust deep into her throat. But permission to speak had not been given and certainly not permission to suck either. He rolled off her and gave her permission to lick her lips, which she did willingly, running her tongue back and forth over the top lip then the bottom. Her lips glistened with her own saliva now and he couldn't resist kissing her. As he broke from their kiss she looked deep into his eyes. "Fuck me," she whispered softly. "Please Master, FUCK ME!" He forgave her for speaking without permission because, God knows he wanted her. He positioned himself between her legs and guided his cock into the warmth and wetness of her womanhood. He felt the silky softness of her stockings as she wrapped her legs tightly around his back, pulling him into her. He slammed into her, hard and deep and her body lurched from the force. She reached in between them and searched out her clit with her fingertips. He pumped into her long and hard. He couldn't stop; he needed to fill his sweet slut with his cum. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, squeezing it as she screamed out his name. He raised himself up and grabbed her legs and placed them over his shoulders. He caressed her legs, running his hands over and over the silky softness of the stockings. He continued to thrust into her hard and fast and when he came it was an explosion. He held her tightly in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, her warm breath on his neck. He turned his face towards her and kissed her lips tenderly. "You are beautiful," he whispered as his eyes slowly closed and he drifted off into the sleep of the exhausted. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. She would let him sleep for awhile and when he awoke, they'd make love.