****** Making the Most by Morr8igan@yahoo.com ******
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Making the Most


I stood with my legs braced slightly apart, staring down at him. He sat on the
bed watching me hopefully as I pulled the pins from my hair and shook it out,
letting some strands drift over his face. He closed his eyes and breathed in
the scent: the smoke from the club, my shampoo, my perfume, his own sweat and
smell from running his hands through my hair. I knew he loved it.

I didn't really move, but my hair floated behind me, blending into the darkness
and the black of my dress. I gave him that look, that one that makes men crawl,
and that's exactly what he did. He slipped off the bed onto his knees and ran
his hands lightly, almost as if he was afraid to touch me, over my hips,
smoothing down the black elastic with his touch. He looked on in awe and silent
appreciation, and repeated his caresses.

Suddenly surprise registered on his face and he paused for a second. He placed
his hands firmly on my hips and rubbed them up and down over the same few
inches repeatedly. He looked up at me questioningly and I smirked back down. It
had taken him all night to figure out that I wasn't wearing any underwear. He
let his hands roam further now: up to the softly rounded curve of my stomach
and down to my taut thighs. He covered my pelvis and pubic hair with just the
barest pass of his palm, as if tracing the curve of a sculpture. But he
couldn't resist, and I knew it, so when he grabbed my ass and pulled me towards
his face I let him. But not for long.

He inhaled my scent right through my dress, not trusting himself to pull it up
over my hips. I could feel his breath, hot and moist, tickling my pubic hair
and following the curve of my pussy lips. I liked it, the way his breath
diffused through the elastic of the dress, but I couldn't let him think so. I
wound my fingers through his brown curls and allowed him to smell me for a
moment longer. But when he flicked out his tongue and licked me quickly through
the thin dress I retreated.

"Enough," I said sharply, stepping backwards out of his grasp.

"But..." he stuttered.

"Enough." I shot him a withering look, and he looked bewildered, but slightly
pleased. He sat back on the bed, waiting expectantly with the air of a child
who can guess what's about to happen and goes along with it anyway.

I turned my back to him and walked to the dresser, smoothing the dress over my
hips, and said, "Pay attention."

I bent slightly at the waist, able to reach a bottom drawer but not showing him
anything underneath the dress. I pulled two sheer black stockings out of the
drawer and pushed it shut with a slight push from my high heel. I sauntered
over to the bed, pulling the stockings through my hands and stood over him once
again.

"Get up."

He did so.

"And don't move."

I began to unbutton his shirt from the top down, taking as long as I liked and
pushing the shirt open with each one to reveal more of his beautiful chest.
When the shirt was completely open I simply stood there and looked at him a
while, letting him become more and more curious. I ran my hands over the
chiseled skin from his shoulders to the waistband of his pants, then bent and
kissed his nipples, one by one. Then I pushed the shirt off his arms and it
slipped to the floor. I unbuttoned his pants with one hand and pulled the
zipper down, not looking down and not letting him look either. I hooked one
finger in each side of the waistband and knelt as I drew his pants down slowly
over his legs, being very careful not to touch his semi-hard penis in the
process. Having kicked off his shoes when we came home, it was easy for him to
step out of his pants and nudge them aside while I knelt at his feet. And he
never wore underwear.

I stood and pulled over a stool, brushing his cock and thighs with my ass as I
bent over. I could feel his penis spring to attention behind me.

"Sit," I told him, pointing to the stool, and he eagerly did so.

I grabbed the stockings and tied his wrists together and then attached one each
to the nearest leg of the stool. I left his body free to move, but not his
hands. I returned around so I was facing him. I didn't move or speak for a
moment, just let him look at me.

"Did you have a good time, tonight?"

He nodded.

"You can talk," I told him gently.

"Yes."

"Just yes?"

He shrugged.

"Did I look all right?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Tell me."

He hesitated a moment, pondering which adjective to choose, and said, "You
looked beautiful."

"Is that all?" I pouted.

He shook his head.

"What else?"

"Sexy."

I cocked my head, prompting him for more.

"Hot, gorgeous, racy, fuckable."

"Ooh," I feigned surprise. "Is that what you wanted to do? Fuck me?"

He nodded again. Silence fell for a moment, and I let him mull over the
conversation and the thoughts racing through his head. I absentmindedly toyed
with the hem of my dress, hiking it up a few inches over my thighs. I was sure
if he looked hard enough, and he was certainly trying, he could see my lower-
most pubic hair. And maybe even my cunt lips.

"Do you like it when I don't wear underwear?"

He moaned and nodded, almost painfully.

"Would you like to see more?"

He didn't answer, just stared.

"Well," I snapped. "Would you like to see more?"

"Yes. Yes. Please," he answered quickly.

"That's what I thought."

I moved slowly on purpose, letting him twitch in anticipation. I brought the
elastic up the last few inches, letting him see the triangle of my pubic hair,
even though he probably could only see the outline at this distance in the
dark. I swiveled my hips around for a few seconds and let the dress fall back
down to my thighs. He slumped, and I laughed wickedly. I walked around behind
him, purposely out of his sight and ran my hands over his shoulders and down
his hard chest.

"Do you want to see it all?" I breathed in his ear.

"Yes."

His whole body was tensed and erect, not just his throbbing cock.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please?"

"No. What should you call me?"

"Yes, mistress?"

"No!" I tweaked his nipples hard. "I don't like that."

"Yes, madam."

"No!" I smacked his thigh, leaving a red mark and causing him to inhale
sharply.

"Yes, milady?"

I exhaled quietly into his ear.

"Yes. I like that. Don't forget it."

He nodded. "I won't, milady."

"Good. Now do you want to see it all?"

"Yes, milady."

I walked back in front of him, and his eyes followed me closely. I put my hands
at the bottom of the dress, and slithered it up over my entire body, following
the curves and letting him get the full effect. My breasts fell free and heavy
and shone pearly in the moonlight. I pulled the dress over my head and tossed
it after his clothing, leaving me standing in the middle of the room in nothing
but my three-inch heels. It made me feel exactly the way it should: tall, thin,
sexy, and in charge.

He exhaled slowly in an attempt to control himself. I smiled.

"What do you think I should do now?" I taunted him.

He shrugged, and I could see his lips move almost imperceptibly.

"What? I can't hear you."

"Touch me... milady," he murmured.

I grinned wickedly.

"Oh, you think so?"

I sauntered across the few feet of carpet between us and straddled his naked
lap in one smooth motion. He flinched, then groaned barely and tried not to
move. I, however, made no such attempt. I shifted around in his crotch, rubbing
his dick with my pubic hair, pussy lips, thighs, and any other body part I
could get near it. I rubbed my erect nipples all over his chest, occasionally
lifting myself high enough to graze one across his lips. He opened his mouth
and tried to thrust his head forward to capture one, but I moved back quickly
and shot him a withering look. He resumed his static posture, and I went back
to rubbing myself all over him. The friction turned me on, even more than the
sight of his huge cock being hidden between our bodies then popping up again
when I moved.

I was so wet, and I left little tracks of fluid on his stomach and upper thighs
as I moved around, just because I knew he loved the stickiness of it. I would
situate myself so the tip of his dick was right at the rim of my hole, and then
I'd swivel around for a minute, letting him think we'd fuck. But then I'd drag
it across my pussy and up through the lips, releasing him and enjoying watching
him shudder. But enough.

I climbed gracefully off his lap and flipped my hair back over my shoulder as I
knelt silently between his knees. He looked like he'd died and gone straight to
his own personal Heaven. And yes, I sucked him. I didn't even pause for
preliminaries, just plunged right down, tasting my own juices with his. I took
his whole 8 inches without thinking, and nuzzled my nose around in his pubes
for a few seconds. Then I squeezed my lips tight and withdrew my head slowly,
feeling every ridge as I sucked up his shaft. I stopped when I got to the head,
though, because I wasn't ready to let it all out at once. I cupped his balls
with one hand, made a ring around his shaft with my thumb and forefinger of the
other hand, and rubbed his entire length while I licked the head of his cock
forcefully. He was practically jerking off the stool. Suddenly I felt three
fingers plunge deep into my cunt, and I almost came from the sheer surprise of
it. He had somehow managed to work one of his arms loose from the binding, and
was now fingering me and rubbing my clit at such a pace that I knew I couldn't
help but come. I could feel his balls tightening, so I knew that it would be
soon for both of us. So summoning every ounce of will power that I possessed, I
released his cock and stood up out of his reach. I stood there, naked, dripping
and panting, but somehow managed to threaten him.

"Do NOT touch me unless I tell you explicitly how, where, and when. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, milady."

He was breathing so hard that I could barely understand him, but I knew what he
meant. He was sorry, and I decided to reward him. I retied his loose arm, then
straddled his lap again and grasped his pulsing cock, teasing it a bit against
my pussy. And then I sat down on it so fast that we both gasped. God, it felt
good to finally have him inside me; it was so wide that I felt totally full. I
didn't move for what felt like years, and then grasped his face and kissed him.
I loved to feel his stubble graze roughly against my cheek as his mouth was so
warm and soft. But there was no movement from our hips, no thrusting, no
rocking. Just kissing, and the feeling of a good, hard dick inside me.

I let him go and stood up off his cock.

"I'm going to untie you for a minute. You won't touch me."

It was not a question.

"No, milady."

I untied his arms and gestured for him to get off the stool and kneel in front
of the desk. I tied his wrists to the legs of the desk so he was facing the
drawers, and he looked up at me imploringly as if he couldn't fathom what I was
trying to do. I didn't blame him.

I got to my kneels and crawled under the desk in front of him so my ass was
aligned with his hips. He began to get the picture. I felt a little silly under
the desk like that, like I was hiding from a teacher or something. But I shook
off my adolescent embarrassment and reached behind me for his cock. I nudged it
into my cunt and said to him, "Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the desk legs for support and
pounded away like nothing I had ever seen. I had to bite my lip to keep from
screaming because the head was hitting my cervix so hard it hurt. But God, it
felt good. I couldn't keep all the sound in, and began moaning every time he
pushed in and exhaling hard when he withdrew. And that was his favorite part:
knowing how much I loved it. I could hear his dick slipping in and out with
every thrust, and I knew that he was staring intently at the curve of my back
as he concentrated so hard on fucking me.

My cunt was being pushed open with every thrust, and somehow it felt like no
one had ever fucked me before. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I reached
up and began to play with myself, fingering my clit as he pounded me from
behind. I could tell he was watching me and getting more and more turned on.

"Please," he said quietly, "let me. I want to touch you."

I didn't even make him do the "milady" part because I was so hot and wanted his
hands all over my body. I reached around and untied each hand one at a time
because I didn't want him to stop fucking me. When his hands were loose he
immediately went for my breasts, feeling them sway back and forth and tweaking
my nipples hard. Then he went for my clit with one hand as he braced himself
with the other. He knew what I liked, you had to give him that. He flicked me,
rubbed me in little circles, and pulled it just hard enough to let me know that
there was more where that came from. I loved it.

He leaned over on top of me so his stomach was lying on my back, and the
fucking just got more intense. I could feel more of him inside me, and his cock
was slamming so hard into my cervix I thought I might pass out. He started
biting my back lighting, running his fingers lightly over the skin. Then he
slipped two fingers in me and pressed them against my G-spot from the inside as
his dick pulled in and out. I didn't think there was room for any more in my
filled cunt, but somehow he managed it. He rubbed my clit at the same time, and
finally it was too much. I came harder than I ever thought possible, shaking
and moaning from every part of my body for almost a minute. That was what set
him off, and I felt hot spurts of his cum shooting high into my cunt and
dripping down again. We stayed there for a few minutes, just breathing hard.
Then I giggled.

"How'd I do?"

He was silent for a moment, processing what I'd said.

"What?"

"Was that what you wanted?"

He only groaned in response.

"Good."

"I should have known that when I asked you to be in charge you'd take it to an
extreme."

He kissed my back to show he was kidding.

"But you liked it?"

"I loved it."

"Good. I think I like it better when you're in control though."

"Any time, milady," he growled playfully and bit my shoulder. "Just give me
about ten minutes, okay?"


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