My pet has wicked stamina. Something she appreciated, given her own sexual insatiability.
Crawling up onto the bed, her heavy breasts dangling enticingly, she straddled his chest with her back toward his face. Bending forward, she blew on his turgid cock while shifting her bottom until her pussy hovered above his mouth. His shaft jerked in response, and she smiled as she wiggled her ass over his face and squeezed her pelvic muscles to make her nether lips quiver.
“Listen, my pet,” she said with a purr. “I am going to lower my pussy onto your face. You will withdraw my toy using your lips and teeth. Do not drop it.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Isabelle crouched lower, until his warm breath was upon her. Then she edged down a bit more, sighing in pleasure when his tongue found her damp hole and delved inside. Using her lower muscles to expel the dildo rather than hold it in, she aided him in easing it out, mourning the loss of its titillating presence.
She raised herself back up, then reached back to take the dildo. Placing the bottom edge of it between her teeth, she smelled her own musky arousal. To Grant's moan of protest, she slid her pussy away from his face.
His moan cut off when she poised her wetness over his cock and slowly sank down onto his jutting staff, his hard thick length filling her nicely.
She resumed playing with balls while gently rocking on his cock, not enough to get him too riled up, but enough to distract him from her fingers, which slipped past his sack to his anus. When she slipped one damp finger inside him, he tensed. But she tilted her pelvis hard on his cock, and with a gasp he loosened up again. Breathing faster now as she got closer to her goal, she worked a second finger into his tight orifice. He only gave a quick flex this time. He was too far gone to protest, meaning he was as ready as he’d ever be.
Isabelle took the slick dildo from her mouth, where she’d been holding it like a cigar, and rocked faster on his cock. Then she slid her fingers out of his anus and probed it instead with the small phallus, pushing part of it into him before he tensed up.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, shock in his voice. "I don't-"
“Fucking you,” she said her voice thick with passion. She was so close to claiming him.
He jerked. “Take it out. I’m not into that.”
“Are you sure?” She craned back to look at him.
He peered at her with a furrowed brow. “My ass if off limits.”
“Pity,” she said, removing the dildo from his butthole and herself from his cock and the bed.
Grant’s indignation lasted only as long as Isabelle was on his cock. As soon as she hopped off, he knew he'd fucked up. “Where are you going?”
“You said you didn’t want to play anymore." She shrugged. "So I’m going to untie you so you can go home.”
What? He didn’t want to stop. He just didn’t like the idea of her fucking him, as she’d so crudely put it. He didn't let anyone play with his ass. Well, that finger thing she’d done was okay, but inserting objects went over the line. Didn’t it? He frowned. “Please, mistress. Come back.”
Isabelle ignored him and sat on her low slung chair with one foot propped up, exposing herself and rubbing the dildo she’d tried to insert in him against her moist lower lips.
“Will you let me play my way?” she asked, sliding the plastic toy inside her moist cunt. "Will you surrender your body to me and allow me to do with it as I please? "
“Can’t we skip the ass part?” He wasn’t above begging, not when he knew the delights that could be had. "I’ll let you spank me again."
“Either you let me fuck you, or go home and don’t bother coming back. If you want to be with me, you will play by my rules. And my rules state that I can do with you whatever I wish. Just count yourself lucky I’m willing to start small. I could have used a much bigger toy.”
Grant swallowed hard, and his sphincter muscles tightened. Only it wasn’t entirely because of fear. Could he let go enough to let her do what she asked? He’d enjoyed everything else she’d introduced him to, so perhaps what she proposed would be just as pleasurable. He needed to let go of the belief that this was somehow taboo. He was still a man-and powerful in the business world, to boot. He’d already abased himself for her pleasure, and his. So the question remained, could he unwind enough to let her do it? Or did he prefer going home blue balled, without tasting her immeasurable delights?
His rigid cock, which hadn’t caved to the fear as his mind had, made the decision for him. “I will do as you wish, mistress.”
"Good." Isabelle beamed at him in triumph, pulled out the dildo, and rose from her seat, her voluptuous body swaying temptingly as she crawled back onto the bed and hovered over his body.
Instead of seating herself on his cock, however, she dangled herself over his mouth. Straining his head up, he tongued her. With a sigh of pleasure, she lowered herself and sat herself on his face, smothering him delightfully.
Intent on his prize, he barely noticed her toying with balls, her sharp nails grazing them as she worked them in her hand.
A quick wet dart of her tongue followed, then a sensuous lick from the base of his cock, over his heavy sac, and then under them to the tender skin between his buttocks. He gasped against her sex when her wet tongue probed him. It felt strange, yet nice. Actually, more than nice as she laved him.
Grant found himself moaning against her, his body trembling with need.
He didn’t even flinch this time when the head of her dildo pushed at his anus. Keeping just the tip inserted, she took away his decadent feast and poised herself over his cock again. Throwing a glazed look of passion over her shoulder, she sat down hard on him and pushed the slick toy into him all the way.
Grant shouted in surprise-and pleasure.
Isabelle squirmed on top of him. His long, thick cock penetrated deep inside her as she slid the length of the dildo into him. If only it were bigger.
Bouncing up and down on his shaft, she worked the phallus in and out of his anus. What a power rush and an erotic thrill. Her breathing grew fast and ragged as she rammed her bottom against his cock in time with the slide of the dildo into his ass.
Grant moaned harshly behind her, until he came with a bellow and another tremendous shudder. Isabelle soon followed suit, her vaginal muscles clamping tightly around him and then convulsing as her orgasm rolled over her, leaving her weak, but sated.
A smile of triumph hovered on her lips. Grant now belonged to her, body and soul. My new pet pleases me. Such delights I have to show him still.
Isabelle quivered, that movement making Grant mewl. He was spent for the moment, but not for long. She had ways of getting him aroused again.
She thought longingly of her closet, filled with gadgets and toys, all of an erotic nature depending on how one wielded them. He’d need to be eased into some activities, but she’d overcome his initial prejudices and open up a world of pleasure to him-and to herself.
The possibilities were endless.
Epilogue
Isabelle bent over, flashing Grant to prove she wore no panties and that her pussy was freshly shaven as well as glistening wet. The edge of the dildo, of which he was well acquainted, peeked out from between her nether lips.
He stuttered on the phone, and she smiled triumphantly. While they always maintained a professional attitude at work, it never hurt to remind him periodically who was truly the boss in their relationship.