This is a genuine account of an encounter with the lodger. She is a very slim girl, with a highly toned, almost muscular body; she has straight, silken light brown hair and the brightest green eyes. I had always suspected that she way bi -sexual as most of her friends had been girls…. She came downstairs after her bath. I assumed she was going out- she looked stunningly beautiful and sexy. She was wearing a body tailored, green silken blouse which hugged her upper body, her wonderfully pert tits clearly visible, the buds of her nipples pressed against the material. Her top has a sheen which accentuated her movement. This was accompanied by the tightest pair of black vinyl, pvc jeans which hugged her legs, each movement of her hips reflecting the light of her thighs and ass. (She told me in the past she always wanted to wear something like this but never had the courage.) Her movement was accentuated by the thigh length leather boots and the height of the heels.

In answer to my question, she said nothing but walked to me as I sat on the sofa. She stood in front of me before turning around and bending down to move my legs apart, before sitting on the floor between my legs and leaning back. Her forearms and hands rested on my thighs as she asked that I massage her shoulders.

I began to stroke her shoulders and as I did so, she twisted slightly, as a result my fingers were forced to the outside of her upper back, eventually, as she turned moving to the front, encountering the outside of her small, round tits, feeling the supple flesh as they massaged, sensing the warmth of her skin under the taught material. As my fingers gently rubbed her breasts, her hands on my legs began to rub my thigh. She pushed back further so my hand came fully onto her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

 Bringing her arms in from my knees to her sides, she trapped my forearms in position and squeezed so hard that she stopped breathing, my fingers caressing her breasts moved inwards and cupped each glorious globe, thumb and forefinger tweaking gently at the nipple.  Her nipples rose obediently to each roll of my fingers and I pushed in against them, trapped them between my first and second fingers alternately squeezing and rolling.  She let her breath out quickly then inhaled and held it again.  As she undid a couple of buttons on her shirt and I slid my hands under the restraining garment to hold each breast, at one moment kneading the flesh, the next pulling on the nipple causing a further tightness in the young skin.

She pulled her legs up towards her, dropping her knees slightly apart as I pushed her breasts so they meshed against each other, moulding together. Although unable to see, I could feel and like a blind man was able to imagine how her small, pert breasts formed a slight valley.   Her hands covered mine as she began to guide them, commanding my fingers and palms to give maximum pleasure, increasing the pressure as she desired.

She turned and knelt before me.  In her eyes I could see a combined far away look and a glint of pleasure, a look which hinted of a need for more.  Holding my gaze, she placed the index finger of her right hand on her lips and held it there before moving it from side to side as though wiping her mouth.  The glistening tip of her tongue parted her lips and with almost painful slowness circled the tip of her finger making it shine with moisture.  Her tongue returned to her mouth and emerged again coating the finger almost to the degree that her saliva ran down it.  She then she placed it against my mouth rubbing her saliva against my lips, parting them.  I recall closing my eyes and leaning into the gift of her contact wanting to touch her again and return some of the pleasure.

I felt her breath close to my mouth as she withdrew her finger slowly, playfully returning and withdrawing it.  At last, her tongue traced against my lips, wetting each in turn, parting my lips and then withdrawing.

She pushed me back on the sofa, so I was at least partially disabled by the softness and depth of the cushions and in so doing she stood.  For a moment I was able to see the whole of her; the shirt still unbuttoned and her breasts just hidden by the wrap of the cloth.  At her waist a broad, black, silver studded leather belt was pulled around the slimness of her waist, leading to a tight pair of tight black, figure hugging pvc jeans which accentuated every curve of her long, strong, slim legs.  Stepping forward she allowed her weight to settle on her knees as she straddled me trapping my legs between hers.  My eyes were level with her breasts.  She pulled the shirt apart and let it hang loose.  “Do you like me?” she whispered, a slight note of harshness in her husky voice.  I nodded.

“Do you like me?” she repeated. “Answer me.”  She pinched hold of my forearm and began to twist the flesh, not letting go but increasing the pressure.  Her other hand was hard on my chest pushed me back on the sofa.  She twisted harder. “Well?” she smiled and again twisted.

I did not know what to say.  I liked her: the feel of her, the scent of her- her youngness and the combination of her aggressive nature yet vulnerable character.  I wanted to say yes to all that and no to the pain.  She read my thought precisely.  “Do you like pain?” She then bent and gently sucked where she had been twisting the flesh, easing the pain and drawing a redness to the surface of the skin.  Pain and pleasure.  “I think so.” She smiled as she spoke.

“You will learn to.” She told me, “Slowly and painfully, and with ultimate pleasure.  I will show you, when I am ready.  Yes, I will show you.”  The emphasis was on the ‘I will’ making it a promise and a threat at the same time.  She pushed against my chest and stood up, buttoned her shirt and tucked it into her jeans without breaking the eye contact between us.  As she finished tucking in her shirt her hand lingered for a moment at the buckle of her belt, and then, fingers splayed and pushing against herself, she slowly traced downwards until they came to the top of her thighs whereupon she moved them inwards resting them against her love temple, rubbing ever so slightly and swaying her hips to increase the sensation.  I watched her in a trance like state as she danced and massaged herself, lost in the glory of her own body.  I wanted to reach out but knew I was not allowed. Tremors caused her legs to spasm almost imperceptibly as she arched slightly forward to allow greater movement and access, as she began to roll her hips in a rhythmic motion dictated by the body’s desire.   When she unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned her trousers and drew down the zip there appeared urgency in her action.  I could see her skin which had the tightness and freshness of youth and noticed that beneath the trousers she wore a pair of pvc knickers, black and shiny, reflecting the light.

She paused for a moment with her middle finger pushing down inside her trousers, above the knickers running smoothly back and forth across the slickness of the pvc material.  Her left hand drew her belt out of the restraints on her jeans and once loose, she  held it before me like a strop.  Leaning forward she wrapped the belt around my neck like collar.  This she did gently, stroking my chin, then without warning she fed the end of the belt through the buckle and tightened it with a vicious motion pulling my head towards her.  She bent down so her face was level with mine then moved aside, her cheek brushing mine and whispered that I was to kiss her, to kiss her like I meant it.  As she moved back, her red, full lips were so close and I leant towards them to kiss her, anticipating the softness.

She pulled hard on the belt, tightening it still further around my neck and pulling me down and off the sofa, so my face was level with the top of her thighs.  Again, she pulled, again I moved closer.  I could smell the warmth of the pvc she wore as my face came close to her crotch.

She stood before me, her legs slightly parted, her black pvc trousers pulled down to the top of her thigh high boots.  As she wrapped her belt around her hand to give her a firmer grip, I sensed it tighten around my neck as she drew me in towards her crotch, her shiny g-string at mouth level.  She parted her legs further, her stiletto heels now either side of my thighs as I knelt before her.

She bent towards me slightly, smiling. ‘Make me shine with you tongue, lick my g-string until I am totally satisfied with your performance.’  With that she straightened up and arched her back slightly, forcing her pelvis forward making herself accessible for me.  At the same time, she pulled again on my makeshift leash.  I intuitively tried to pull back, knowing this to be wrong.  I placed a hand on each of her hips in order to try and keep a distance from her and as I did so, I felt her flesh tighten as though by a reflex action.

It was wrong.  My job was to protect and nurture her, to support and keep her fulfilled.  My mind said one thing, my hands, feeling the tightness of the skin on her hips, and my nose filling with the scent of the pvc she wore, and her womanhood told me something different. She pulled roughly on my lead. ‘Do it, now!’ she ordered, making the tiniest movement towards me as if in an attempt to encourage me.

My nose and mouth were now against the black pvc -triangle covering her modesty.  I was overwhelmed by the feel, the texture and the smell.  Gripping her hips tighter, I pulled her towards me, convincing myself that this was supporting her, nurturing her, giving her all she wanted (and that tomorrow it would probably never be spoken of again).

‘That’s it, that so good.’ She drew out the sounding of the word ‘so’, as my tongue slid over the first patch of her g-string, wetting the surface as I drew it from side to side until it came into contact with flesh at which point, I returned to the middle of the little patch and kissed and licked my way up and down.  I became more eager, lapping faster, fervently at her covered pussy. 

‘That’s it, make my pussy shine, make your face glisten.’ She pushed herself onto me. ‘I want to feel your tongue trying to fuck me through the material: harder.’

I tried harder, I tried to push up through the wet, slimy material, sensing and feeling her pussy lips beneath the tightness caused by the pressure of my tongue as it tried to grip the material to allow for greater depth.

Her breathing had quickened, her head was tossed back, before returning to look down upon me, like an audience to my efforts.  I could taste her juice mingling with my saliva and that spurred me on to please her to a greater degree, my hands now on her ass, as I pulled her closer, wanting her to give me greater access.  I was aware of her mouth opening , a slight moan, very breathy, escaping. 

As I continued, my tongue now feeling tired, almost swollen, I felt her hand by my mouth.  She eased the string aside, and my tongue slipped into the warmth of her soaking pussy, tasting the full glory of her warm, silky wetness as she pushed the back of my head harder against her, feeling my tongue go deeper. ‘Fuck me with your tongue- use it as though it is a snake flicking against my clit.  I need  to cum in your mouth.’

With that, she stepped back slightly, pushed me to the floor, my lower legs trapped beneath me. Turning her back to me she positioned herself above me, and with great care placed the heels of her boots over each wrist, pinioning my arms to the floor between heel and sole.  As she lowered herself onto me, she spoke. ‘I am going to make you mine.  You are going to learn that I will fuck you when and how I like.  You will fuck me only as I wish; you will fuck to order and as ordered.’  As she lowered herself onto me, cutting off my ability to breathe, she writhed back and forth on my mouth, grinding herself against me.  Her hands traced down my thighs: she used this pressure to push against my mouth. Just as my head began to rock from side to side in a vain attempt to get air, her fingers wrapped around my shaft, rubbing, caressing the length as I began t to throb to her touch.

She released me from her pussy, allowing me to breathe.  As I gasped in air, I could taste her, feel the coating of her juices on my tongue and lips.  I was almost unaware for a moment as I tried to draw in as much air as possible.

Her fingers tightened around the shaft of my cock, squeezing hard.  She was no longer stroking or massaging but it felt as though she was trying to trap as much blood in my shaft as possible, making me hard and swollen.  Lifting herself up, she stood above me, undid her g string and let it fall to the floor, then turned revealing her flat, taught abdomen and her tight, hairless pussy; lips glistening.

She lowered herself down again, this time facing me, and took hold of me once again. Her head was over my cock as she allowed large amounts of saliva to trail form her mouth onto my penis, making it feel cool. She smiled at me before opening her mouth and lowering her head, her hair falling either side of her face as she leant down.  There was no kissing, her open mouth contacted the tip and she slowly let the glans slide down her tongue towards the back of her throat, all the time sucking hard, each time taking me deeper.  While her left hand was tight around the base of my shaft, her right played attended her clit, making her twitch.

After what seemed to be only a moment, she became upright. Looking at me directly, in a slow husky voice she spoke. ‘A nice thick, fat cock with a bright purple bell-end.  So tender. Shall I fuck you?  Do you want me to slide down on your cock while you watch? What about my tight little ass? Do you want to fuck my ass?  Fuck my pussy or ass? Both?  Shall in make you cum in my ass then my pussy?’

I did not know what to say.   I was shocked by how foul mouthed she was, yet it was wildly erotic. I wanted to be as open and honest but could not speak.  ‘My cunt or my ass? Which do I want? Remember, you have no choice?  I think I want you to fuck my butt, then when you have no energy or cum left, I shall wrap your balls and cock in rings, make you hard and tight again before riding your cock, making you cum in my tight little cunt.’

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