A Mirror…

Rolling my stocking, from my toes to my thigh. Feeling the static excitement building just from one stocking. Repeating the same action with the other leg. "Now Veronica, how do I look" softly talking to myself in the morning light. Holding my head high, my hands running down my nude body. My fingers are instantly interrupted by my hardening nipples. But still, I continue.

Passing down my rib cage, getting near the drop off between my chest and stomach. Feeling the hardness of my chest dip down only to be interrupted by the softness of my stomach. Shuttering from the excitement, shuttering because of him. Gerard, who is still slumbering. Unlike my hands which are still falling, still touching my skin. Letting out a single silent moan while my fingers are angled down. My thumbs gliding over my bellybutton.

Stopping myself from going any further. Scolding myself for that moan that was heard by only me. "You know how Gerard gets if I were to make any noise." With a slight hint of pink to my cheeks I slip into my garter belt. Connecting the four ribbons that make me feel like my life is connected to him. Standing there, my hands running from my newest edition down to my stalking's. "This may not seem like much but trust me it is."

Giving myself a pep talk while taking the next item to be put on. Holding the barely there panties in my hands. Inspecting them for any signs of wear or tear. "Yes, these will work" catching a glance in the mirror in which I stand in front of. From the lace patch to the slender lace patch at the rear I lower these thongs. Stepping into the opening for the leg one side at a time. The worry of my toe catching the split in the center. The split that gives every woman that extra boost of confidence. The split that starts just above the clit and ends after the final hole on my body...

To see the red underwear, as thin as they are hugging all the right angles. Even as my legs shift so I can look at my butt. The sight I see is breathtaking even though these features are on my body. "Next" my whisper getting lost in the open void between my mouth and my ear. "Next" as I repeat my words. Holding up the matching lace bra, holding it up to inspect. Holding it up so my own imagination can take this image of the basics of every woman and run with it to a very naughty place that I held in the back of my mind.

Lowering it down. Lowering it so I could snatch a glimpse of that special man who still slumbers in the mirror. Lowering down even though my arms have pierced the webbing that will keep this thing on my body. Lowering it till I could feel the warmth of the lace. The way it hugged my body giving certain things the support yet the air that they needed. Latching the buckles that were nestled right in between my bosom.

Smiling as once again my hands started the long journey down my body. Gathering my breasts and squeezing them together. "I am doing good" I whispered to that girl in the mirror. But something was a miss! Looking down at my chest. Seeing my nipples so hard, so perky, so alive. "Yes" I gasp, dragging my fingers right towards the hard perky nipples!

Almost instantly I started to shiver. My breath was hesitant at best. My eyes they started to close just when my fingers were in range! Gasping for air, having my own little pre-orgasm shutter. Rolling my head around the same way as my nipples. "I must" that long pause as I fought not to spasm right there. Finally with my head down I slowly opened my eyes. My fingers were wrapped around my nipples. Both my thumbs and pointer fingers had captured myself in my most volatile moment.

Squeezing my fingers even harder as my hands started to drop. "Oh lord, how I want this to happen to me" leaving that statement alone as the words fell from my mouth. Feeling the weight of my hands as they pulled my fingers right off of my nipples. The redness, the puffiness, the pleasure I felt. Glancing up and seeing this girl in the mirror. Standing there, trembling with naughty thoughts echoing in my mind. My hands, they still roamed my body. Every second they fell further away from my breasts. By the time they had embraced my hips I had to pull them off. Looking at this girl in the mirror, changing my expression to a more serious manner, I said. "You are almost ready, almost" at this point I was not sure whether or not to pout.

After hooking the fine gold chain around my hips. I looked once again in the mirror. Admiring myself and for once looking past my chest. Gently stepping into the high heels that were waiting for me. Rising up into the air, feeling myself being lifted several inches from the ground as my feet found their way into the crafted black leather and red lace heels. Once again just like the unassuming bride I checked my lingerie out. Making sure everything was perfect, no tear, no runs, not one thing out of place.

Finally my last piece of lingerie. Hooking the upper clasp to my bra. Feeling the lace as it lays across my chest. Connecting the other upper clasp as an expected shutter ran down my spine. Stepping into luxury just to surprise him. “This is something that needs to happen” I said with a hint of sadness in my voice. “He has been so good to me and I” hooking the third clasp to my bra. “If he was not there then” once again leaving the sentence unfinished as the final clasp now suspended the camisole webbing to my bra. I whimpered as I look in the mirror. My hands embrace the sides of my bosom. “This look” I whispered ready to take myself right there without him.

Using the light more as the sun rose. With the orange ball casting just the right amount of light I froze. No, not from something wrong or at least I hoped. But I could feel Gerard’s meaty paws as they wrapped around my shoulders. "Thank you" I whispered to the goddess who was listening to my feverish prayer. That sensation, that arousal that washed over me! Even as I struggled to get him closer to my breasts his hands fell to cover my wrists.

Stretching out my arms yet they still hung by my side. The feel of his morning stubble as it caressed my neck! I just wanted a little... Trying to pull my arms up, trying to evade his grip on my wrists! Feeling his hands gripping mine, feeling my own juices wanting to flow from my pussy in an all out orgasm. His breath, his sweet caressing breath has stole my soul. Casting doubt over my neck even as I silently begged for more. Begged for his lips to engage with the nap of my neck! Shivering, I was doing, no lie but his hands only moved mine back. Back behind my back where I could feel the touch of satin. My eyes scanned the table that I had this morning's lingerie on. I could count the pieces from my stockings to my bra I knew that after all of this was on there was still one more piece. A mid length piece of red satin. "I thought you would use that for my blindfold darling." I cooed but even then he had my hands bound behind my back without any remorse.

"Now, now" I breathed in her ear. "With you getting ready without me, this is just a safety precaution." Picking a place on my woman's neck was not an easy task. But once I found a spot I softly whispered, "A precaution so you will have to stay in front of me." I swear she could hear me smile as I stepped up on her. Pressing my body against her pale form. "What say you?"

First off I do like bondage, second my pussy is thumping over his whisper. Third, his breath... I think the water works have started down there and he has not even touched me anywhere besides the arms. Oh, my fuck! "Well, I might want too" whispering back at him with his dick pressed into my bottom. Now, yes, now I struggle. But his knot has my hands right in the small of my back and I cannot touch his big dick! Hanging my head for a second. This is not everyday that he is standing at attention the moment he rose from bed. It is almost like... "Ooh my" I wheezed as his hand wrapped around my stomach. That sudden feeling of passion was boiling over in me!

Lifting my head to feel his breath. Struggling right there to keep all my juices in check at least until he touches down there. I can feel my stomach getting heavy yet feeling the butterflies as they tickle my insides! Damn him! How could he do this to me again! After so many years of passion. Holding myself up straight accepting the bonds he has over me even without this strip of satin.

Rolling my head under his breath. Letting go of everything that I feared. Feeling his dick as it pressed into my butt crack swelling, getting all ready for my mouth to greedily take it! Even as I jerked away he still held me in position, still breathing down my neck, still roaming over my stomach and getting me so turned on that this is not funny!

At the next turn I can feel him back up. Seeing my chance to be his little cock slave. Even with these heels on I spun around and start to fall in an upward manner! Feeling the gravity grow as my body is lifted over his shoulder. For anybody the fact of a living fear of where he was taking me. Living in fear that he would drop me! Or for another? No, this cannot be, can it? I see the bed but it is getting smaller while he walks with me out the bedroom door. The fear of trying something new is something that I always lusted for but at the same time the fear of the unknown has an equal grip on my soul.

I jumped, stunned as he just touched my butt with his open palm. He, he... Spanked me, he spanked me? "What, where are you taking me?" My voice trailed after him like some newly acquired whore but the wetness that I felt, the wetness, I could feel it as my pussy seemed to spasm over his pat to my butt!

Feeling the rush of air, the dizziness as he flung me from his shoulder! Down I went with the world rushing up to say you are trapped. Trapped like a cum junkie who cannot get away from his cock. I am in shock, that sudden rush of air, the impact from the soft pad that he has laid me out on. From the toss to the legs, what is Gerard doing?

By the time I have my bearings back my hands are tied behind my back, my legs are jacked up in the air! And him, "Ooooh my fuckkk!" Rocking my head back even to the point of elevating my upper back. "Why? Why are you" his tongue? Gerard's dick is much bigger than what I can feel in my pussy. "Oh Ohh fuckkk!"

Even if you were to talk to my girlfriends each and everyone would say that I am little off. From the unusual sexual sites that I visit to the amount of lingerie I own. "Ooo Ooooh my fuckkk!" Trying to spasm without him knowing, trying to rock without knowing why I would do such a thing. Trying all of this while my eyes start to close, start to roll into the back of my head!

Rolling my head around, supporting my body while I spasm over his tongue! "Wait? Why am I not feeling his tongue?" My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the warmth of his breath. Our kiss, I wanted him to plow my mouth like he has done to my pussy! A wet juicy kiss laden with my juices all over his lips. He did just like the way Gerard has, is eating me out!

Losing Gerard between the passion and his wet juicy kiss. Rising only half way in hopes that I would find him again. Rising up again and finding him on the drop to my stomach. That sharp drop from the bottom of my ribs to the soft skin of my stomach. "I, yes! Cum" I wheezed out.

I wanting to grab my sweet little mess of flesh and rub my clit till I could not take it anymore!  The way Gerard had me tied there was little I could do.  Looking down, between my breasts, searching his eyes, I said.  "Use that tongue of yours, make this juicy pussy drench all over your tongue, yesss, do it, do it!  Do it..."  Thrusting my pussy in the air, talking myself right into an orgasm!  "Yes, go, go further!  Further... down there" the last part of that phrase could have just been in my head.  A silent voice over-ridden by passion.

Breathing heavily! If there ever was a point of sinful thought it would have been right this minute. To feel his tongue delve into my pussy. To feel the exquisite pleasure of him eating me out. To feel all of this and still jerk up! "Ooooh my fuckkk" struggling to say this brief line. Finally, I do not mean this in a bad way, heavens no. But feeling his kisses trailing up my legs. Skipping to each sides till he looked down at me. Swallowing hard because from the butt spank to the stomach crawl my insides are just like jello. That is when I noticed that he has risen back to his feet.

"What are you doing?" I asked coyly. Even though bound, the pounding in my pussy speaks before I could stop any rash acts that would emerge. "Listen, all I want is your dick to be buried right in my juicy wet mess of a pussy. You have me so worked up that all I want is for you to fuck me!" Saying this while staring in Gerard's eyes. Not even bothering to take another look at his raging boner.

Reaching down and grasping the fur blanket that Lady Veronica lay upon. Just smiling at this pretty bound blonde. Pulling on the blanket, pulling her up with it, right to the edge. And then grabbing a hold of her mouth with my hand. "Oops, did I pull you too far" shrugging my shoulders to feign off my apparent mistake. Letting her hold up her own head as my hand drifted down where it was joined by my other hand.

Smashing titties! To sink my hands into the mix. To have Veronica's chest seem to swell up. I love her tits, the one thing that she knows better than me. The feel of her flesh, the heat from the nipples, the coolness of those areolas. From the way I gripped them. Bringing my fingers down into the fatty voluptuous part of her breasts! My dick felt like it had grown out, as how it would never again shrink in size.

Shuttering. Shuttering over the way Gerard manhandled my chest. The way his fingers spread out like a spider web! The only difference is that they did not stop there. Palming my nipples, I can feel the way they gouge into his hand. The soft cutting edge of my nipples being forced back down into the very flesh from wince they came.

This did little to alter my mood. Yes, I am so fucking horny that I could cut butter with my nipples. I could, I could, shaking my head yes in a rapid way! I could feel the elevation in which he now held my breasts! I could feel the way they both, my boobs, stretched the skin. Clutching the fur blanket, my head is rolling with the sound of my fresh orgasm but I will not yet say that he, Sir Gerard Baker, has all of my sexual interests right in the palm of his hands.

Letting my head drop back. Already knowing how far he has pulled me. Already knowing that once I moan, once my mouth opens he will face fuck me so he can still play with my breasts! My chest hammers away with my heart. The constant pounding that I am feeling comes from deep within my own bosom. So deep inside, yes, so deep inside that I cannot hold it in any longer! "Ooo... Mmm Mmmmmmmmm!"

Giving him the opening that he needed. The crack in my armor. The tit to my resting body that he... slams his hands down sending shockwaves rebounding off of my juicy pussy! Right from my hungry asshole, straight to my mouth. From that experience the next several minutes are spent in ecstasy.

Still tasting his dick, a service in which I would be proud to serve at any time. Right at this second though the naughty thoughts that are running through my head have backlogged my brain. Feeling his rush to leave my wet talking pussy hole. Removing his dick from my mouth would be catastrophic! Sucking harder. Putting my best suck yet into my mouth! Swallowing his dick down my hot throat. Swallowing any hope Gerard had about leaving my mouth!

The one thing that I was not counting on came in short violent spasms to my own pussy. Writhing with the very possibility of a great flood of nothing but my own juices, my own cum. "Mmm Mmmm" drinking his dick down deeper. Swallowing every fucking morsel of flesh! "Mmmmmmmmm" stroking his dick with my mouth. Using this orgasm to enhance my glory hole. Swallowing his long hard dick! "Mmmmmmmmm Mmm!" It happened again this time as much as I wanted to swallow his dick. I could feel the tightness in my throat. The way if he did not stop face fucking me, I would pass out or worse!

Ripping my cock from her throat. Pulling back with most haste because as much as Veronica turns me on, I would much rather see her alive. "Good girl" I growled, releasing her tits. Watching as she fought the binds with a new vigor. Before leaving my place at her head I bent down. Placing my hands on either side of her chest. Smashing together her tits into a frenzied blob of flesh. Admiring the compilation of her breasts and giving each one a single kiss that snugged around the nipple.

Backing off, pacing around the mat where she remains. Figuring out my next move before committing to it. Watching the way her head still hung down with her chest rising and falling rapidly. Studying her magnificent body from an artistic view. Taking mental pictures of the way her body begs to be ravaged some more. And just like that my next move having been planned, my feet move in as I take position. Breathing a long hot breath, letting it go as it cascades down on her flesh. The familiar scent laced with the reason I find this woman hard to resist. Inhaling a quick breath then letting go with one more long hot directed breath. Watching as where it landed only added to the amount of arousal that gushed from between her legs.

"Beautiful" saying this out loud. Noticing how that simple phrase just made her pristine body revolt in such a naughty way. Laying my tongue down. Yes, even I have my limits. Yet upon laying my tongue down I only let go for a few thumps of her heart. Picking it back up, pulling it through her vulva! Sending sparks crashing through her body as darkness closed in on her pussy. Laying my tongue down again, letting her get used to the idea that her pussy is now surrounded by more than pitch black. Lifting my tongue again, driving it through her vulva! Grating it harder than before.

"Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh!" My body rejected my ideal resting period. Rejected everything that I have worked so hard on doing to get... "Oh, my fuckkkking goddess" was spit out of my mouth! Has Gerard lost his mind? Reeling from the torture of his mouth over my pussy. Over his tongue, how it rested at the bottom of my pussy! How, "Ooooh my fuck!" Rang out like a church bell in my head! Gripping the blanket once again. Abandoning any hope of salvation. Feeling the reason my pussy lies in darkness with his next tongue stroke to my pussy. His hard tongue stroke that gave me pause, feeling it crawl right up to my clit. Feeling it caress my inner demons!

Barely able to string together a coherent sentence. My mouth opened up. Words, sounds, mews fell from my confused mind and out into the void that surrounds us. "On yes licking keep" spilled forth from my mouth. My entire world was on end from the skill of Gerard’s tongue.

Sucking in with my cheeks imploding. Pulling everything that my mouth had locked around into my waiting maw. Driving up my tongue! Doing this over and over again. Waiting till her little portion of body that was in my mouth was soaked with wetness. Casting caution to the wind my tongue kept on lashing at the whole package. Not stopping till every morsel of flesh was truly happily consumed. Then just like before my tongue rested on the bottom of her pussy.

Releasing my grip on her pussy. Pulling back my tongue. Revealing my creation to the world as light flooded Veronica's pussy. "Most magnifique, Madame" my comment was mixed with her struggling to breathe. "Ah, but I will, how do you say, continue to work with such a passion that few will manage to over cum!" Yes, I said it. I just gave her the privilege to cream right then and there. I could tell that this time permission must be granted before Veronica will just cum anyway.

To be continued...