jackaubrey
Reviewer
- Joined
- May 28, 2011
- Messages
- 256
In a perfect world this is my Disneyland. Apologies in advance for any offencee. My dream girl is a powerful mix of sub in control with a side of girl next door - a woman who forgot to put her panties on this morning and fell asleep on the bus and her legs just happened to spread. Again..And she caught me looking. ;-) LOL
“Jess! What the Hell!. Seriously! What are you doing here?”
“I'm so sorry Mr Aubrey. I slipped the hotel maid five bucks to let me into your room when you didn't answer my knocks. I told her I was your assistant and needed to see if you were all right.”
“Seriously, Mr. Aubrey, I'm so thankful you brought me along on this conference. It’s so exciting. My room is off the hook! Fuckin’ Toronto! It’s my first visit. Sorry for the language, I tend to babble when I’m excited. But , seriously, my real reason for dropping in like this, is I just don't want to disappoint you at the gala tonight and I thought I'd show you my dress before we head out. I really don't want to embarrass you by appearing too, eh, well, too slutty. So, what do you think?”
So there I was: Before me my twenty something assistant, Jezebel Goodhead, aka Jess, face beaming, twirling about in a beautiful little black dress that displayed all her feminine assets to a tee. The dress was a fit and flare silhouette thing that ended mid thigh, displaying her long thin legs wonderfully. It featured an all over jacquard leaf design, ribbon waistband, side zip, strapless, with sweetheart neck. Flirty and fun, the strapless bodice supported and presented her C or D breasts like the treasures they were. Specs aside: total boner excuse for any executives at the gala tonight but I have to admit, it safely thread that border between slutty and sexy. That is, so long as Jess didn’t bend over. And if she did, so long as she was wearing panties.
And that was the challenge…
Cautions aside: In a word, she was stunning and it was that fact that caused the problem. You see, I'd just emerged from the shower and the hotel towel wrapped on my waist was not adequate to properly contain my instinctive reaction to the beauty before me.
“Isn’t it gorgeous! And not too slutty - right?,” she said, seemingly oblivious to my emerging reaction.
"I so love this dress and love dressing up."she said, "See how it doesn't flash too much," as she bent over at the hips, revealing the tops of her stocking tops.
I tried to be cool, but the bend over move sent the final shot of blood to my engorged cock and it parted the towel sticking embarrassingly now between us. I moved quickly to tuck back undercover, just as she spun back to face me, but now my hand now appeared to be grasping my crotch. Not a pose the HR department would give me credit for.
Jess stopped and was now looking at my hand. and the now very obvious bulge it was trying to cover. “Oh dear, Mr Aubrey, I think you really do approve very much of my dress,” she giggled. Her smile now a mischievous grin.
“And don’t you love these stockings,?” she asked as she lifted het hem of her dress up to reveal not only the stocking tops but the splendid garter belt and sheer lace panties that covered her delicious pert mound. “I so love wearing stockings and suspenders, they’re so sexy and they always get me wet.” This might have been where my jaw dropped.
“And look, they have seams. So sexy don’t you think? Also, my panties are full back but I love the sheer lace, you see? “ She spun to flash her perfectly round ass at me. “I wore them just in case I was exposed. Only sluts wear thongs, right?” She smiled, nodding.
“Right,” I mumbled.
As she was presenting the features and benefits of her attire, she managed to close the space between us without me, frankly, from freakin out. Now less that a foot away, she drew my attention to her breasts.
“Finally, Mr. Aubrey, don’t you love the way the dress supports my breasts. She pressed her breasts together and leaned slightly forward. The view as fantastic.
Then with a devilish smile, she said quietly, “Don't you just love my tits! Can you imagine sliding your cock between them?"
Just a minute. Did she say, “Tits?” More importantly did she say, “imaging sliding your cock between the them?” Only because I had. That’s how quick a man’s mind works when it comes to sex. A woman says “tits.” Immediately a man can imagine sucking them. I know, it’s a gift. But I digress.
“See they don't even need a bra,” as she turned the dress top down, exposing her girls to me. “See how they stand up” Next, she gave her nipples a pinch and then tugged the dress top back in position, a sly smirk on her face now.
“OH I almost forgot!. Don’t you love these shoes. She modelled her right foot rotating it back and forth, showing of her elegant calve and thigh. “They're Manolo's," she smiled sheepishly, “a splurge from the last raise you gave me. I’m kinda hoping for a bigger raise on this trip.”
She looked into my eyes, reached out and softly touched the hand covering my “problem”. Now, I could smell her perfume now and sensed the heat rising from her breasts which rose and fell with each breath. “I think I know how to fix this for you.” Her eyes dropped to the hand clutching my towel.
With the heels on, she was exactly at my height. She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, lightly flicking her tongue, delicately poking it in my mouth. Her hot sweet breath, the scent of her lipstick, her perfume now assaulted my senses. Fully under her spell and powerless to resist her seduction she softly pulled my hand off the towel. The towel dropped, her eyes now locked on my soul. Her hand gasped my cock firmly, “This cock is mine now.”
I pulled her firmly toward me. My lips crushed on her soft hot lips, my tongue plunged into her mouth. This was was the point of no return.
Suddenly she broke the kiss. Her mouth moved next to my ear, and she squeezed my rock hard erection. “So Boss, you want me to suck your cock? I want your cum. Do you want you to cum on my face? Do you want me to be your dirty little cum slut?"
“Yes! “
Without another word she dropped down to her knees. She looked at me through her brow and engaged eye contact as she spit lubed and softly stroked my cock. “You’ve a nice cock, boss. Not big , yea I won’t kid you, I’ve fucked bigger, but it’s not small. Frankly, if they’re to big I can’t take them all the way down or in. Yours - no problem. Your cock will be fucktastic.”
Then she turned her eyes to the task at hand and devoured me whole. I felt like my cock had been plunged in a hot bath. Now quite a cunt bath - more a volcano. Her tongue swirled about like hot lava. Releasing, me from her mouth, precum had begun to ooze from my cock head, “Ohhh precum! I love precum” Pursing her lips, she spread my nectar over her lips. Looking up at me, she said, “Mmmm, This is the best lip gloss, don’t you think?”
“The best,” I mumbled.
So I was pretty sure this is how it would end. I was in the control of a Succubus. Now I know where they got their name. I’d be sucked, fucked and left for dead. The coroner would stamp by death certificate: “Death by blow job”. Sorry, I actually believe the official term is: Suck Cummed by Fellatio. SCF. Again, I digress.
Returning her attention to my cock, her soft tongue now taunted my sensitive head. I guess they might be otherwise butterfly kisses. Except it was more like if butterflies sucked cock, this is what it would feel like. That is: heaven!. She teased my sensitive frenum with this flutter action, then looking directly in my eyes drove her red lips along my shaft from tip to to base engulfing me completely once again. Withdrawing slowly with full suction, her eyes smiled. Yeps she knew exactly the torture she was subjecting me to.
“You thirsty for more - cause I am,” she smiled and then she began a furious head bobbing motion, letting out judicious amounts of saliva lubricate the shaft and soft moans to add that curious vibrato that drove men wild. All of this at the same time gently teasing my ball sack with her fingers and nails with soft brushes across my precious virgin ass hole. Would she? Don’t. Touch. Me. There. Fuckit! Touch me there!
Jess picked up the pace. Faster and faster she went, wetter and sloppier. She continued to look up at me for confirmation, praise. I was in ecstasy. I grasped her head, unsure how to hold on without breaking the pleasure. I urged her on, but was please to see certainly seemed committed.
"That's it, baby. Suck my cock, you dirty little cum slut. Oooh, fuck, that is fantastic. God you look gorgeous." She bobbed harder and finally came up for air. She kneeled lower and took one of my balls in her mouth giggling.
"You like that? Mr. Aubrey. You gonna give me a big load. You gonna blow your creamy wad all over my pretty face,” she said as she continued to stroke my cock with her hand. My knees were quivering, my heart pounding, breath shortening. “I want you to come. I want to feel that hot spunk on my face.”
My breathing quickened and I couldn't look at anything else except her tongue licking the head of my cock. Suddenly she swooped onto my cock again, taking the head into her warm and wet mouth. That was it, I gave a long groan, “I’m gonna cum.”
"That's it,” Boss, “Let me see you come! Cum on me. Cum on my face.” Her eyes sparkling, “Mark me your dirty cum slut.”
"Ooooohhhh. Mmmmmph. Oooohhh."
I pulled my cock from her mouth. My cock pulsed, and I could feel the first spurt of cum explode and saw it land on her cheek. She closed her eyes more blobs landed on her forehead, Then she wrapped her red lips around my cock head and slowly stroked my cock with her hands and lips capturing and draining my last blasts. She continued to stroke my cock while just holding my cock to her eager mouth until I was completely drained.
Jesss then scooped my spilled spunk with those long incredible fingers into her mouth, savouring each smear. “Fuck, I love the taste of a man!”
I pulled her up and we collapsed on the bed in rapture. I kissed her, tasting my own cum on her lips and tongue for the first time.
“So, Mr Aubrey, she said breathlessly, ”Three questions: First: Can we fuck later? Second: Will you eat my cunt til I cum. Finally: What do you think of dress? Too slutty or not? Before you answer, you’ve gotten my panties all wet and cummy and either you clean them now or I’m gonna have to go commando tonight. Either way, I promise to behave. Mostly.” She smiled wryly.
“Jess! What the Hell!. Seriously! What are you doing here?”
“I'm so sorry Mr Aubrey. I slipped the hotel maid five bucks to let me into your room when you didn't answer my knocks. I told her I was your assistant and needed to see if you were all right.”
“Seriously, Mr. Aubrey, I'm so thankful you brought me along on this conference. It’s so exciting. My room is off the hook! Fuckin’ Toronto! It’s my first visit. Sorry for the language, I tend to babble when I’m excited. But , seriously, my real reason for dropping in like this, is I just don't want to disappoint you at the gala tonight and I thought I'd show you my dress before we head out. I really don't want to embarrass you by appearing too, eh, well, too slutty. So, what do you think?”
So there I was: Before me my twenty something assistant, Jezebel Goodhead, aka Jess, face beaming, twirling about in a beautiful little black dress that displayed all her feminine assets to a tee. The dress was a fit and flare silhouette thing that ended mid thigh, displaying her long thin legs wonderfully. It featured an all over jacquard leaf design, ribbon waistband, side zip, strapless, with sweetheart neck. Flirty and fun, the strapless bodice supported and presented her C or D breasts like the treasures they were. Specs aside: total boner excuse for any executives at the gala tonight but I have to admit, it safely thread that border between slutty and sexy. That is, so long as Jess didn’t bend over. And if she did, so long as she was wearing panties.
And that was the challenge…
Cautions aside: In a word, she was stunning and it was that fact that caused the problem. You see, I'd just emerged from the shower and the hotel towel wrapped on my waist was not adequate to properly contain my instinctive reaction to the beauty before me.
“Isn’t it gorgeous! And not too slutty - right?,” she said, seemingly oblivious to my emerging reaction.
"I so love this dress and love dressing up."she said, "See how it doesn't flash too much," as she bent over at the hips, revealing the tops of her stocking tops.
I tried to be cool, but the bend over move sent the final shot of blood to my engorged cock and it parted the towel sticking embarrassingly now between us. I moved quickly to tuck back undercover, just as she spun back to face me, but now my hand now appeared to be grasping my crotch. Not a pose the HR department would give me credit for.
Jess stopped and was now looking at my hand. and the now very obvious bulge it was trying to cover. “Oh dear, Mr Aubrey, I think you really do approve very much of my dress,” she giggled. Her smile now a mischievous grin.
“And don’t you love these stockings,?” she asked as she lifted het hem of her dress up to reveal not only the stocking tops but the splendid garter belt and sheer lace panties that covered her delicious pert mound. “I so love wearing stockings and suspenders, they’re so sexy and they always get me wet.” This might have been where my jaw dropped.
“And look, they have seams. So sexy don’t you think? Also, my panties are full back but I love the sheer lace, you see? “ She spun to flash her perfectly round ass at me. “I wore them just in case I was exposed. Only sluts wear thongs, right?” She smiled, nodding.
“Right,” I mumbled.
As she was presenting the features and benefits of her attire, she managed to close the space between us without me, frankly, from freakin out. Now less that a foot away, she drew my attention to her breasts.
“Finally, Mr. Aubrey, don’t you love the way the dress supports my breasts. She pressed her breasts together and leaned slightly forward. The view as fantastic.
Then with a devilish smile, she said quietly, “Don't you just love my tits! Can you imagine sliding your cock between them?"
Just a minute. Did she say, “Tits?” More importantly did she say, “imaging sliding your cock between the them?” Only because I had. That’s how quick a man’s mind works when it comes to sex. A woman says “tits.” Immediately a man can imagine sucking them. I know, it’s a gift. But I digress.
“See they don't even need a bra,” as she turned the dress top down, exposing her girls to me. “See how they stand up” Next, she gave her nipples a pinch and then tugged the dress top back in position, a sly smirk on her face now.
“OH I almost forgot!. Don’t you love these shoes. She modelled her right foot rotating it back and forth, showing of her elegant calve and thigh. “They're Manolo's," she smiled sheepishly, “a splurge from the last raise you gave me. I’m kinda hoping for a bigger raise on this trip.”
She looked into my eyes, reached out and softly touched the hand covering my “problem”. Now, I could smell her perfume now and sensed the heat rising from her breasts which rose and fell with each breath. “I think I know how to fix this for you.” Her eyes dropped to the hand clutching my towel.
With the heels on, she was exactly at my height. She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, lightly flicking her tongue, delicately poking it in my mouth. Her hot sweet breath, the scent of her lipstick, her perfume now assaulted my senses. Fully under her spell and powerless to resist her seduction she softly pulled my hand off the towel. The towel dropped, her eyes now locked on my soul. Her hand gasped my cock firmly, “This cock is mine now.”
I pulled her firmly toward me. My lips crushed on her soft hot lips, my tongue plunged into her mouth. This was was the point of no return.
Suddenly she broke the kiss. Her mouth moved next to my ear, and she squeezed my rock hard erection. “So Boss, you want me to suck your cock? I want your cum. Do you want you to cum on my face? Do you want me to be your dirty little cum slut?"
“Yes! “
Without another word she dropped down to her knees. She looked at me through her brow and engaged eye contact as she spit lubed and softly stroked my cock. “You’ve a nice cock, boss. Not big , yea I won’t kid you, I’ve fucked bigger, but it’s not small. Frankly, if they’re to big I can’t take them all the way down or in. Yours - no problem. Your cock will be fucktastic.”
Then she turned her eyes to the task at hand and devoured me whole. I felt like my cock had been plunged in a hot bath. Now quite a cunt bath - more a volcano. Her tongue swirled about like hot lava. Releasing, me from her mouth, precum had begun to ooze from my cock head, “Ohhh precum! I love precum” Pursing her lips, she spread my nectar over her lips. Looking up at me, she said, “Mmmm, This is the best lip gloss, don’t you think?”
“The best,” I mumbled.
So I was pretty sure this is how it would end. I was in the control of a Succubus. Now I know where they got their name. I’d be sucked, fucked and left for dead. The coroner would stamp by death certificate: “Death by blow job”. Sorry, I actually believe the official term is: Suck Cummed by Fellatio. SCF. Again, I digress.
Returning her attention to my cock, her soft tongue now taunted my sensitive head. I guess they might be otherwise butterfly kisses. Except it was more like if butterflies sucked cock, this is what it would feel like. That is: heaven!. She teased my sensitive frenum with this flutter action, then looking directly in my eyes drove her red lips along my shaft from tip to to base engulfing me completely once again. Withdrawing slowly with full suction, her eyes smiled. Yeps she knew exactly the torture she was subjecting me to.
“You thirsty for more - cause I am,” she smiled and then she began a furious head bobbing motion, letting out judicious amounts of saliva lubricate the shaft and soft moans to add that curious vibrato that drove men wild. All of this at the same time gently teasing my ball sack with her fingers and nails with soft brushes across my precious virgin ass hole. Would she? Don’t. Touch. Me. There. Fuckit! Touch me there!
Jess picked up the pace. Faster and faster she went, wetter and sloppier. She continued to look up at me for confirmation, praise. I was in ecstasy. I grasped her head, unsure how to hold on without breaking the pleasure. I urged her on, but was please to see certainly seemed committed.
"That's it, baby. Suck my cock, you dirty little cum slut. Oooh, fuck, that is fantastic. God you look gorgeous." She bobbed harder and finally came up for air. She kneeled lower and took one of my balls in her mouth giggling.
"You like that? Mr. Aubrey. You gonna give me a big load. You gonna blow your creamy wad all over my pretty face,” she said as she continued to stroke my cock with her hand. My knees were quivering, my heart pounding, breath shortening. “I want you to come. I want to feel that hot spunk on my face.”
My breathing quickened and I couldn't look at anything else except her tongue licking the head of my cock. Suddenly she swooped onto my cock again, taking the head into her warm and wet mouth. That was it, I gave a long groan, “I’m gonna cum.”
"That's it,” Boss, “Let me see you come! Cum on me. Cum on my face.” Her eyes sparkling, “Mark me your dirty cum slut.”
"Ooooohhhh. Mmmmmph. Oooohhh."
I pulled my cock from her mouth. My cock pulsed, and I could feel the first spurt of cum explode and saw it land on her cheek. She closed her eyes more blobs landed on her forehead, Then she wrapped her red lips around my cock head and slowly stroked my cock with her hands and lips capturing and draining my last blasts. She continued to stroke my cock while just holding my cock to her eager mouth until I was completely drained.
Jesss then scooped my spilled spunk with those long incredible fingers into her mouth, savouring each smear. “Fuck, I love the taste of a man!”
I pulled her up and we collapsed on the bed in rapture. I kissed her, tasting my own cum on her lips and tongue for the first time.
“So, Mr Aubrey, she said breathlessly, ”Three questions: First: Can we fuck later? Second: Will you eat my cunt til I cum. Finally: What do you think of dress? Too slutty or not? Before you answer, you’ve gotten my panties all wet and cummy and either you clean them now or I’m gonna have to go commando tonight. Either way, I promise to behave. Mostly.” She smiled wryly.
