There's something so heart-pounding and seductive about a woman stretched nude on a bed and showing herself off. I love to see her arms stretched over her head, her hair spilling over the pillow, and every curve and line of her body open to your gaze. She has surrendered to me and is offering herself. Sometimes I don't want her to surrender. I want to see her still mostly dressed, even attempting to cover back up. I want her to skirt bunched around her waist and her breasts hanging from her blouse, the bra jerked down to let them free. I want to pin her against a wall, throw her onto a desk, and bend her over a table. I don't want to be given anything, I want to take it. I want to see the lust sweep over her face as her body finally starts to move in response to me. I want to hear her squeal and beg for more as my strapon penetrates her. Not that I'm any kind of rapist mind you, it all has to be agreed on between her and me. Today though, I wanted her to surrender. I wanted this elegant woman to give herself completely to me, to allow me to use her as I wanted. I had already pulled off my boots. I unfastened the straps of my overalls and let them fall. Her eyes widened as they fixed on the latex cock jutting from my hips. She had felt it against her ass, but now that it was freed she could appreciate it. Black, thick, and eight inches long, it shone in the light. Her eyes traveled up and down my body. My heavy breasts hung free and her eyes lingered for a moment on my chocolate nipples before roving over my muscular body, as glowingly ebony as the strapon rising from between my legs. I flexed like a bodybuilder and my hips pushed forward. Licking her lips, she watched the cock bob. She couldn't tear her eyes off it until I spoke.
Toni: Take your clothes off.
I said in a low voice. As she moved to comply, I added,
Toni: Slowly.
She smiled. She didn't do a strip-tease, she didn't do a bump and grind. But the slow dance of her fingers on the buttons of her blouse was as erotic as any stripper could have been. She shrugged her blouse off and placed it carefully on the chair Her eyes locked with mine for a moment as she touched her bra. With a quick twist of her fingers and her lace bra fell open. My mouth grew dry. A front clasp bra. I began to think she had been planning this day. The bra followed the blouse to the chair and she turned her attention to her skirt. Since I had already unfastened the top button, it took only a moment more before she was stepping out of it, being careful not to drag it on the floor. She turned and placed the skirt on the pile. My eyes raked her body. Oh yes, she had prepared for this, unless she normally wore thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, and French cut panties to her office. I rather doubted that. I also noted the panties had been donned after the garter belt, as its straps ran under the white satin.
As she straightened I whispered
Toni: Don't turn around.
She stood still.
Toni: Take off only your panties.
Her thumbs hooked the hem and she drew them down her legs, bending all the way over as she did so. Her body spoke of hours at the gym. I drank in the suppleness of her legs, the tightness of her ass, the wink of her dark hole peeking from between her cheeks. I walked up behind her but didn't touch her, although I had to fight back the urge to take her right then and there. She remained bent over for a long minute as she stepped out of her panties. Then she straightened up. As she did, she released the hair gathered on the back of her head and long brown curls fell over her shoulders.
Toni: Stretch out. Arms over your head. Point those dainty pink toenails.
I walked to the side of the bed as she followed my orders. Kneeling on the side of the bed, I leaned forward, the head of my latex cock grazing the side of her breast. Then I swung my leg over her and straddled her tummy. I bent over and kissed her, my hands running up her arms. Then I found the loops of nylon I keep tied to the bedposts and slipped them around her wrists. I waited until she nodded before I pulled them snugly. She moaned and tugged against them.
