Cumming out of Lockdown

I’m just about to leave. We agreed to see each other today after work. I wanted to turn up as Mistress Kim and dominate you. Collar you, leash you and have you on your knees at my stilettoed feet where you belong. But the forced isolation has taken its toll on my confidence so I left the toys behind in my bedside cabinet. They will come out to play soon, but not today. I picked up the massage oil and a couple of condoms and stuffed them in my bag instead.
I pull up in the car on the street adjacent to yours. We’re not allowed to meet yet but I’ve been good for so long that I’m aching to be bad again. I walk to your house wary of nosey neighbours peeping through their windows. Luckily no one spots me and I wait nervously on your doorstep until you let me in.
We kiss each other on the side of the mouth in a somewhat awkward greeting. You make me a drink and then we make small talk. You tell me this time you’re not nervous, I giggle and say I’m feeling a bit rusty.
You mention that you are running a little late and haven’t yet had a shower. I follow you up the stairs and you invite me to sit on the toilet and chat. You strip off all your clothes and stand naked in front of me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone take off their clothes so quickly. I look down at your crotch and see your erection. I smile, this is too easy.
“Your cock is so hard and I’ve not even touched you yet.”
It’s not a question, it’s a statement. You reply anyway. You tell me it’s because I’m so beautiful and my body is incredible. My instinct is to brush off the compliment because I think I looked better the last time you saw me. But I fight the urge to defer the words and I say thank you instead.
You step into the shower and I follow you into the bathroom. It’s a small room and the toilet faces the shower perfectly. Mistress Kim would sit upon that throne and unashamedly watch the water trickle down your body, bouncing off your muscles and dribbling off your cock. However, this Kim hovers awkwardly, slightly behind and next to the shower, and not quite sure where to look while trying to pay attention to the conversation.
You invite me to help you wash your cock. I warn you my hands are freezing. Even though it was only a short walk from my car to your house, it was cold outside and I hadn’t warmed up yet. You laugh and say that’s okay, you need some cooling down.
I wrap my hand around your cock and pump it up and down slowly, feeling the smooth hardness warm my hand. You moan so loudly with pleasure, it surprises me and I find myself laughing.
“You’re so fun to play with!”
You seem pleased by this. I’m pleased you’re pleased. I remember why I like this so much. You turn off the water, step out of the shower and towel off even quicker than you took your clothes off.
We kiss, properly this time and you scoop me up and carry me to your bedroom. You lay me down on top of the chocolate brown fur blanket spread on top of the bed. I sit up while you pull my dress off over my head. You unclasp my bra revealing my breasts. I lay down on your bed wearing only a baby pink thong to cover my modesty. You shower me with more compliments and I greedily soak them up.
You grab a bottle of your own massage oil and I select some music to play from my phone. It’s loud, melodic and electronic, with minimal words and repetitive beats. I dive into the fur and into the sound. You squirt a stream of oil in between my breasts; it feels cold and I cry out in surprise, but it is soon followed by your warm strong hands pressing down on me. I surrender into sensorial pleasure.
At some point within the massage, you straddle my chest facing towards my feet. I feel your hands deviate from the task at hand and start to fiddle with my thong. You pull it to one side and moan in delight as you bury your face in between my legs. At first, your tongue makes me squeal with surprise but after a few moments I relax into the rhythm. I open my eyes and your hard cock is twitching just inches from my face.
It would be rude not to…
I take your cock into my mouth and suck slowly from the tip to the base and back again. Our bodies entwine in a sixty-nine and we become one writhing, licking, sucking, moaning mass. Your pleasure distracts me from my own and I suck more frantically, spurred on by your primal sounds.
You stop suddenly and pause for a beat before blurting out, “Will you lick my arsehole? Please?”
I respond, “Only if you kneel in front of me.”
You move off my body and kneel on all fours on the bed. Your cheeks naturally spread and I see your puckered hole is perfectly shaved and ready for my wet tongue.
I kneel behind you and move my face slowly towards your butt. I let the anticipation build and allow you to savour my hot breath on your skin before I make the slowest and gentlest of licks around the entire perimeter of your arsehole.
You make a noise that is so thick with lust and pleasure it reaches deep into my core. This is what I love. This is what I’m made for. In case I was under any illusion about how much you are enjoying yourself you follow up with “Oh my god that is literally the best feeling I’ve ever had!”
I laugh and tease you with my tongue some more. I love making you moan, squirm and groan. And then I bring my hands to the party — gently pumping your hard cock from behind — and you nearly lose your fucking mind.
Laugh, lick, stroke, moan. Lick, stroke, moan.
“Do you like that?” I stop everything I’m doing and ask you.
“Yes!” you reply.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes please!” More frantically now.
“Where do you want to feel my tongue?”
“On my arsehole, please. Please rim me! PLEASE!” You can’t keep the urgency out of your voice. My god, I love to hear you beg.
Lick, stroke, moan. Lick, stroke, moan.
Your orgasm builds and I feel you approach your crescendo. I speed up my rhythm and continue playing your instruments. I feel your whole body tense up and then there it is. Your beautiful orgasm. You spasm in front of me as your body releases all that delicious tension.
Instinctively I cup my hand and catch all of your cum, saving the blanket from becoming a sticky mess. It’s such a nice blanket after all. I think about making you lap it up from my hand like an animal but decide against it this time. Mistress Kim, however, bookmarks this move for next time. This Kim wonders if next time might come sooner than she thought.
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