We met on the terrace of a discreet café, steps from my penthouse overlooking the glittering skyline. Old acquaintances, but tonight for this. He fidgeted, nerves raw. I arrived in a crimson silk dress, plunging neckline framing my curves. Smiled. Kissed his cheek. Sat.
‘Hey, handsome,’ I purred, playful. Scanned the menu, nails drumming marble tabletop. Impatient already. Caught his unease. ‘A drink will loosen him.’
The Privilege
‘Soho-Lychee cocktail for me. You?’
‘No booze needed—you spin my head enough.’ Choked laugh. Grinned. Pushed anyway. ‘Hate drinking alone.’
‘I’ll do anything you want.’
‘Anything? Risky promise, darling,’ I teased, lips curling wicked.
We sipped artisanal cocktails, city hum below. He relaxed. Signaled bill. Paid. Stood. Offered hand. ‘Shall we?’
He took it. We crossed to my penthouse. Doors whispered open. Dimmed lights bathed Italian marble floors. Soft jazz from hidden speakers. Heater hummed warmth. Jasmine incense curled air. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls framed twinkling metropolis. Led him straight to the master suite. Canopied bed dominated, ochre-red voile drapes swaying like flames. Silk sheets gleamed.
Pressed against him. Kissed deep, tongues tangling. He trembled—fear? Lust? Loved it. Smiled into his mouth. Unbuttoned his shirt. Hands roamed hot chest, felt bird-heart flutter. Kissed neck. Nipped nipple. Fingers at belt. Zipper. Caressed ass through boxer silk. Groped hardening cock. Revelled in its swell.
Stepped back. ‘Undress me.’
He did. Crimson lace lingerie emerged. Pressed close again. Deep kisses. Hand dove into boxers, gripped shaft. He shuddered. Pulled away, mischievous. ‘Back soon.’
Returned with crystal flutes of vintage Dom Pérignon. Bubbles danced golden. Clinked. Sipped. ‘Set it down.’ Took a mouthful. Knelt. Freed cock. Poured champagne over it. Sucked. He groaned. Swallowed fizz, licked shaft top to base. Deep-throated. Balls tight.
Yanked boxers off. Rubbed naked heat against lace. ‘Nothing like warm male skin on mine.’ Pushed him onto bed. Straddled. Cock nudged panty. Ground slow. Leaned. Kissed. ‘What now?’
‘Whatever you want.’
Smiled feral. ‘I’ll take care of you.’ Fetched towel-hidden toys. Lubed fingers. Sucked cock. Probed anus. One finger in. Teased. Two. Three. ‘Knees, bed edge.’
He obeyed. Strapped on thick strap-on. Lubed silicone beast. Pressed to hole. Inched. Out. When he winced, eased. Nearly hilted, thrust hard despite gasps. Long moan.
The Excess
‘Hurt?’
‘Too good. More!’
Gripped hips. Fucked deep. Fast. Pounded ass. He bit lips, yelped ‘Fuck!’ on angle shifts. I owned him. Made him beg: ‘Love getting wrecked. Your slut. Pound this whore pussy.’ Accelerated. Brutal. He pleaded stop—too much, cumming insane. Ignored. Until scream.
Stopped, spent. Unstrapped. Curled beside. Heart thundered. Eyes glazed high. ‘Happy?’
Kissed. ‘When next?’
‘Timing, angel.’ Laughed.
Minutes later, bathroom. Marble spa shower steamed. Stripped nude. Soaped him lavish—gel floral luxury. Soaped self. Slid slick bodies. Cock foamed between thighs. Fun. Electric.
Rinsed. Towelled. Stretched on bed. Spread legs. Pointed pussy. ‘Lick.’
Knelt. Tongue flicked clit. Quick laps. Built. Writhed. Grimaced bliss. He ramped: nibbles, fingers plunging. Trembled. Clit throbbed. Tongue-fucked orgasm waves.
Smiled. He climbed. Hugged. ‘Revive you?’
Grinned. Sucked voracious. Drained him dry. Growled. ‘Stop or cum.’ Paused. Licked tip. Resumed. Pumped. Teased edge. Halted.
‘Not yet. Need more.’
Frustrated grunt. Punished: nails raked skin. Bites. Scratches. Ondulated pussy on cock. Slicked him. Impaled. Rode wild. Gripped walls. Faster. Deeper. Lost control. Eternal thrust. Climax haze.
Gasped halt. Sucked cumshot. Swallowed hot seed. Nestled chest. Heart raced. Glass walls veiled our secret in city glow.
