I look at my reflection in the mirror. My lean five and one half feet grows another six inches as I step my red nylon feet into a dangerous pair of red stiletto pumps. I bend down to buckle the thick ankle straps and the air in the room coolly touches my dampening pussy lips as the g-string rides a little further up my ass. The blood rushes to my head a little as I return to an upright position and my dark curls fall back over my shoulders. I affix the red garter straps to the red thigh-high stockings and smooth my hands over the equally red barely there bodysuit, its vertical and horizontal grid of straps dig softly into my flesh and its lace panty and bra areas leave little to the imagination.

I massage my fingers over my hard, pointed nipples. My breasts are modest, but my nipples are always erect and he likes that.

Is it messed up to say that looking at my reflection really turns me on? A year ago, I never would have worn such a thing. A year ago, I would have hidden my body and the lights would be turned off whenever we were intimate. Until recently, I wasted my life hiding. But then I found a gathering of people from all over the world, sharing their most intimate secrets through words and images. There was so much unique beauty in each and every person and my life-long negative self image evaporated as I finally began to believe the words my lover whispered in my ear on a daily basis. “You're so fucking hot. Beautiful. I love your pussy. You make me hard all the time. I love your soft skin. Let me take pictures of you.”

I finally see what he sees. I am fucking hot and I work hard to be this way; yoga daily and cardio five days a week. I let him take pictures now and when he is away I fuck myself while I look at them. Pictures of my ass while his cock slides into my pussy. Pictures of his strong hands squeezing my little tits together around his hard rod as he fucks them. Pictures of his arc of semen frozen mid-flight before landing its rope up the length of my torso, my tongue sticking out to catch the rain.

I love his massive ejaculations and he has been away for a week and edging for me the entire time. I have been waiting too and it had gotten so bad that there were days I had to wear a pad to work because there was just so much juice and EVERYTHING arouses me when I am like this.

Tonight he returns and he carries the key that will set me free.

I hear the cab pull into the driveway and peek through the curtain. I watch the door open and my breath catches as he rises, his shaggy hair is mussed up from travel and his tie hangs like an open scarf while his shirt buttons are loosened and his blazer hangs over his arm. He dips into the cab and emerges again with his carry bag, then collects his luggage the driver has removed from the trunk.

I quickly check my lipstick, red like everything else I am wearing, and I clop down the hallway to stand at the top of the stairs of our split entry dwelling. I lean one hand on the wall and rest the other on my pointed hip and I wait.

The door opens and hubby looks tired. He doesn't notice me yet as he drops the load in his arms on the bench and kicks off his shoes. I clear my throat and he looks up and a ray of bright sunshine breaks through the clouds. He is up the stairs in three leaps and gliding his eager open hands across my bare waist and pushing down to grip my meaty ass cheeks and pull me against his hardening crotch. In these shoes, I match him in height and it takes me a moment to adjust to the slight change in angles.

“I have missed you so much,” he whispers and hungrily takes my mouth, groaning and desperate. “Fuck, this outfit is doing a number on me!” He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hall and into the bedroom where I have many candles glowing.

“Stand by the left corner of the bed.” He turns his commanding voice on and a thrill shivers through me. Another thing I learned in my recent sexual awakening is that I love to be nurtured and controlled. Seeing that he is in a playing mood tonight, ramps me up even more.

I stand by the corner of the four poster bed where I am lined up perfectly with the mirror and he orders me to raise my hands and hold the post tight. A trickle of juice escapes to my thigh as I watch him slide his tie from his neck as he saunters towards me, his eyes hot like blue flames. He stands behind me, the coarse fabric of his clothes brushing my bare behind as he slides his hands up my outer thighs, circles my hips, and comes together at my pubic mound, pushing downward and urging my stance to widen. Gripping from inside my damp thighs, he pulls me back, lowering my hold on the post and jutting my ass outwards, lining me up nicely with the bulge in his slacks. He pushes one hand up my back and tugs my hair while the other hand tests my wet pussy. I watch in the mirror as he retrieves his wet finger and sucks it between his lips.

Coming to stand beside me, he wraps his tie around my wrists and around the bedpost, keeping me in place. He bends down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead before silently leaving the bedroom.

I hear the shower running and groan as I drop my head. How does he have so much willpower to leave me waiting like this; to leave HIMSELF waiting? I watch between my open legs and a growing mass of wet slime gathers like a teardrop on the rim of my labia. What little material that exists in this bodysuit that is wedged between my pussy lips cannot absorb this much juice. The weight of fluid soon lets go and dangles precariously on a thread of silk, swaying slowly between my thighs as it inches lower and lower towards the hardwood floor. The temptation to pull myself up to the stiff bedpost and grind my cunt against the thick and coiled mahogany is strong, but the desire to take it out on my lover’s reciprocating cock is even stronger, so I be a good wife and I stay put and watch my thread of pussy juice kiss the floor between my feet.

He soon arrives, damp and naked with a folded towel in his hand. His cock is rock hard, perpendicular to his tight abs, and bobbing with his gait as though it were sniffing the air for its mate. There is a little more kink to his dampened triangle of chest hair that points my sights down the centre of his body to a well defined treasure trail, circling his naval and regrouping to meet his groomed, musky tuft of pubic hair. I inhale deeply, wanting to bury my nose in his fresh, clean scent.

He comes towards me and I know his sparkling eyes are enjoying the sight of juice hanging from between my legs as he lays the towel on the edge of the bed. “Oooh baby, you have really missed your Daddy, haven’t you?” I mewl out my ‘yes’ as he kneels to the floor and catches the mess on his tongue, its web letting go and slingshotting onto his chin and down over his chest as he raises up and sucks my pussy hard through the thin mesh of my bodysuit, almost causing me to come immediately, but I stave it off; I want him balls deep inside me for my first orgasm and he knows that is what I want.

I suffer through him cleaning my mess with his tongue, then he shoves the bodysuit’s panty string outside my crotch and spears into me with his middle finger and strokes my anterior wall, adding to the pressure and probing my fullness. He adds the second middle finger with ease through my slipperiness and really bears down on my sweet spot while pressing his thumb to my clit.

“Please, not like this!” I cry and his free hand slaps my ass hard, one cheek then the other, sending an atomic mushroom of tingling heat spreading from the source of impact. “Daddy!” I hiss on a pained whisper and he kisses the burning and sensitised flesh.

I cannot hold it back, I am hitting the point of no return and the first spasm is about to erupt from me when he abruptly withdraws. I sigh and release the tension in my spine, collapsing in my bound state, and my exhausted heart races at 150 bpm though all I am doing is standing here.

My body slowly eases back from the edge that I almost slipped over and he stands over me, his hands gently massaging my back as he bends down to softly suckle my spine and neck. His fingers brush my hair to the side and he nips my ear. “You did very well holding your orgasm.” His breath impales my ear as his hard cock touches me and begins gliding slowly along my slit, urging me to climb again. “Keep beehaving yourself and I will let you taste me. Would you like to lick up my sugary sweet precum?”

“Yes Daddy, please, it’s my favorite treat!” I lick my lips and begin to salivate for his cock in my mouth.

“I’ll give you a double flavoured lollipop; mine underneath and yours on top.” He pushes my head down and I watch from below as his shaft rubs me and his bulbous head glistens at my pelvis. He rubs his eyelet with a finger and drags his precum down the bottom of his cock. Then my hair is suddenly gripped and tugged, forcing my head up and back and he sticks his flavoured finger in my mouth.

I suck it hard and moan with delight. When he threatens to vacate my mouth, I instinctually bite down on his finger to hold onto my food which earns me another two hard slaps that swell that much more quickly on my tenderised mounds of flesh. “And that cost you your lollipop,” he grunts and slaps me harder.

Something about being slapped always sends the little sex fiend inside me running fast to the place where my physical body cannot go without her and she suddenly stops dead in her tracks at the cliff, teetering, and almost sending me spilling again. I hold my breath, I try to raise my tush and lessen the friction, and my thighs begin to jiggle as my muscles shake. I utter a loud groan when he abandons me once again in the nick of time.

“Shhh.” He blesses me with more soothing caresses and whispers of love in my ears. He rubs cooling lotion on my warm behind. “Sometimes I think you misbehave on purpose,” he purrs as he tends to my tender rear.

“Not on purpose, Daddy.”

He growls on my utterance and takes me by surprise, filling my pussy to the hilt, and sending his heavy, hanging balls bouncing forward to slap my clit on impact. I cry out as the pummeling to my cervix sends an aching pleasure through my abdomen as it shrinks out of the way to make room for my lover.

“May I come now, Daddy?”

“Yes, you may.”

He adds to his pounding cock and rests the pads of his fingers on my exposed clit, leaving me wondering how shredded my costume has become down there. Not moving his hand, his thrusts allow my body to hump his fingers as I am pushed against them. The floor between my feet is about to get a whole lot wetter because I have a growing bursting fullness that only comes after edging for long periods and with the way he plays my edge tonight, I have a lot to release.

“Oh Daddy, I am afraid. I’m going to make a mess!” This is a kind of pleasure I used to only ever allow myself in privacy in the bath, embarrassed that my lover might think it gross. If only it hadn’t taken me so many years to crack my shell open and confess my secrets; but it’s never too late! Oooooh, here it comes!

“Do it, baby girl, squeeze my cock and soak me!”

“Unnnnn… Daddy… oooooh! I’m coming! Oh fuck, it’s so much!” My pelvic floor muscles spasm hard and my entire body shakes and the release erupts through me like a plucked guitar string, reverberating, and growing louder before slowly fading to the distance, yet staying receptive to its surroundings. My expulsion squirts to the floor in a rapid burst, slowing with each subsequent wave of pleasure, and trickling down my lover’s and my legs that slap wetly together while he continues to bump inside me until I am quiet.

“Good, good girl. I love you so much.” His thrusts become long and gradual as I drift into a state of relaxation. “I will reinstate my offer. Do you want me to keep fucking your pussy, or would you rather I fuck your mouth?”

“Let me taste you, Daddy, please.”

He pulls his dripping cock from my stuffed pussy, releasing trapped fluid that dribbles to the wet floor on his withdrawal. Picking up the towel, he unfolds it and wipes up our legs. “I will let you clean my cock,” he murmurs as he sops up my mess from the floor and kisses behind my knees, working his lips upwards as he raises to his feet again, stopping to press his thumb against my anus and promising it special treatment next time we play.

He unties the tie from the bedpost but keeps my hands bound as he stands up on the bed and pulls my wrist to the top of the post, stretching my muscles in my arms and core as my high heeled feet barely touch the floor. My mouth is perfectly aligned with his dick and his warm hands cover mine as he steps his cock in to meet my face and tap at my lips.

Stretched along the length of the bedpost, I do not have much mobility and as I stick out my tongue for the first taste of my tangy cunt that coats him, he rolls his hips to glide up and down my exposed tongue. I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out further, inviting him into my mouth where I close my lips around his rigid, veiny rod and suck in my cheeks. His hands tighten on mine and he begins to move more freely, knocking my tonsils and pulling back to strike the edge of my lips with the ridge of his crown before choking me out again. Swallowing is difficult with a mouth full of cock and saliva spills from the corners of my lips and dribbles down my chin and throat.

“Will I come deep in your throat or do you want to watch my week’s worth of ropes fly?”

“Mmmm mmm… ggllkk… hrkk...” I cannot say much when I am choking on cock but he knows what I want and he always rewards me when I am good.

“Keep your mouth open wide, baby.” He pulls out and steps back.

I open wide and hang out my tongue and the first, thick white ribbon blasts out with a resounding, “fuuuuckkkk,” as his hips thrust it forward with a mighty send off towards my face, meeting its target and splashing against my tongue on impact. More ropes follow and I tilt my head back, taking them on my throat and chest as he pumps out glorious loads of cock juice all over his hot, fucking good girl and coating my little red bodysuit with candy cane stripes.