Finally I am writing again. If you need a refresher the last part I wrote is here:https://www.reddit.com/u/MaryQueenof/s/rBMbOfP1A6

If you haven't read anything about this story you can start here: https://www.reddit.com/u/MaryQueenof/s/g12x8byV4T

Please enjoy and let me know in the comments what your thoughts are ;)

I took my car since I was wearing heels and didn't want to walk. It is a short drive so after about 10 minutes I was at his place, parked my car and took a deep breathe. I had no idea what he had planned and I was excited for it.

I got out, locked my car and rang his doorbell. He opened the door and I said, Hi mr.what can I do for you? He looked at me, his eyes going over my body checking to see if I did as I was told. He lingered on my shoes and I started to panic a little bit. He hadn't said anything about shoes so I was not even sure if I had to wear any. But he didn't say anything so I guess I made the right choice. He told me to get inside and make him a drink. I walked in and checked him out. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt showing his muscles and blue jeans with a brown belt. The jeans were also tight, showing his bulgde so the belt was just to make the outfit complete. I made him some whiskey on the rocks. He was sitting in a large chair watching my every move. I put the drink down on the table before him, bending over so he could get a look at my ass. He caressed my ass with his hands. I straightend myself again asking him if there was anything else. He told me to stand in front of him, keep my eyes on him and just be pretty.

I did as I was told and for a few minutes he just looked at me while drinking his whiskey. Sometimes he would rub his buldge or just reposition it. Him watching me, rubbing his cock over his jeans was starting to make me wet. I must have been blushing or getting a certain look in my eyes or something because after those few minutes he put down his whiskey and undid his pants. He took out his now rock hard cock and started stroking it. He was still looking at me but not saying anything. There was nothing else for me to do but to look back at him watching him pleasure himself at my expence. I felt my nipples getting hard as they wanted to poke through my dress. I looked down for a second to see how hard the were. He ahemed and I looked back at him. At first I didn't know what I did but ofcourse, he told me to keep looking at him and I didn't. I was going to pay for that. He relaxed once I had my full focus on him again and he started stroking his uncut cock again. I could feel my whole body responding to it. Nipples hard and pussy getting soaking wet wanting that cock more than anything. At some point, I don't even know how long I was standing there watching him pleasure himself, I saw his tip glistening with precum. He told me to come over and kneel in front of him and at that moment I could not be happier. I was hoping to get a taste of his precum, to take his throbbing cock in my mouth and my wish came true. I kneeled down, my hands were on his upper legs and I looked up at him. He ordered me to lick away all the precum but I was not allowed to do anything more. I couldn't touch him with my lips or hands and I could not take his cock in my mouth. So I licked him like a popsicle until he ordered me to stop and send me back to my place across from him so he could look at me again.

He took another sip of his whiskey while stroking his cock again and looking at me. It made me feel like he was taunting me. Daring me to make a mistake, to step out of my role. And it was difficult not to do that. It took everything to not touch myself and play with my tits and nipples, to not start rubbing my clit or to walk over and suck his cock. He was keeping a slow and steady stroke and everytime his cock was glistening with precum again he ordered me over to lick him clean. He would then order me back, take a sip from his whiskey and start stroking again. He kept this up until his glass was emty. Then he got up and put his cock away again. I think I was visibly upset because he came over, put his hands around my face and told me that I would see it again sometime. His hands moved from my face over my neck down to my breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them before pinching my nipples and tugging at them. I let out a deep breathe which I did not know I was holding in as he pinched them even harder. He let them go and traced my body further down. His hands going so slow but with determination, a purpose. Over my breasts again, down my waist and lingering on my hips. He was keeping a bit of a distance from me so he could still look at me watching my every move making sure I did not make a mistake. His hands went further down and pulled up my dress. He said he wanted to make sure I was wearing the crotchless underwear he tols me to wear. He said he was not dissapointed as he traced the inside of my legs with one finger before letring go of my dress and ordering me to sit in his chair.