That Thought Excited

Ess With Matching Spiked
Who Was I To Say No
When We Got To Her Room
She Then Announced That
I Turned Away To Find
I Took Off My Clothes

uldn't go to her parents because she feared they wouldn't support her if she decided to leave her husband. I was 12 years her senior, not quite her parents' age to be sure, and although I was happily married with 2 sons of my own, I felt I could give her some good advice. She was very pretty and I was flattered by her attention. One morning Emma called my office and asked if we could go out to lunch together that day. She said she had something she needed to talk to me about, and although I felt it was a little bit inappropriate, I was also a bit intrigued, and agreed to meet her for lunch at a nearby coffee shop. There was always a little harmless flirting going on between us, and I probably had a few fantasies about her, but the fact that we were both married with s kept the flirtation harmless, and I always wrote it off to fun and ding in the workplace. Emma and I both work for what we refer to as a "low-tech" company near the Silicon Valley. The company we work for makes home radon detectors, which we assemble in the plant and sell direct to large hardware warehouses and wholesale direct-to-public stores. She got up out of the tub quite abruptly, splashing him with water and calling him out to be dried. He could barely move but knew he had to obey if he wanted this to continue. Leaping from the tub, he stood on all fours as she lovingly dried him. "Goliath," she breathed, "please baby, do it for me, . Show me how much you want to be inside my sweet ass, tight and hot, clamping down on your hard cock.

Do it now Goliath, cum for me baby." He jerked and pulled at himself furiously, fueled by her pleadings, one hand on his thick shaft, the other cupping his balls. She continued to rub her clit and twist her nipples, straddling him, lost in her own reverie, looking back occasionally to catch the moment of his release. Grabbing himself as instructed, he began to pull and stroke, his head constantly being brushed by her ass, running up through the crack and poking gently at the tight, little, puckered hole. "Goliath," she moaned, "cum for me baby, cum all over my sweet ass. His eyes widened as he watched her play, grabbing and squeezing her breasts with one hand as the other found its way between her legs, pulling up the skin over her clit and rubbing in gentle circles as she sighed and moaned.


Grab yourself boy, show me how you hot you are for my sweet ass." She sat up quickly, unbuttoning her shorts, wiggling them seductively over her ass, making sure that her soft skin stayed in contact with his soft, hard head. He suckled at her furiously, moaning and whimpering, drawing more and more of her into his mouth. She responded by throwing her head back and groaning as she twisted around in his lap. "Oh Goliath," she purred, "let me see you cum all over my ass.


She pulled the tank from his teeth, pushing her breasts into his face. He sucked and bit and lapped, hungrily as she rocked back and forth on all fours, purring moans drifting over the bathroom walls. You want to suck mommy's breasts?" He moaned and growled, chewing on the tank, tasting her sweat, breathing in her scent. She stepped into the tub, straddling him, kneeling down to hang her full round breasts over his mouth. He groaned as her knowing hands continued to milk him; his legs began to shake in earnest.

Suddenly, she got up, pulling on the leash, bidding him to roll over on his back. He complied instantly, quite relieved to be off his knees and giving his wrists a break. She pulled on the leash as she moved up over and behind him, sucking and lapping at that sweet spot. His head pulled back, collar biting into his neck, teeth biting into the chain; the mixture of intense pleasure and great discomfort was maddening.


One hand milked his shaft, and the other massaged his stiff muscles. She licked the water off his back, trailing down his spine, trailing down the crack of his ass, to the thick muscle just in front of his balls.
She picked up the leash from the tub and coaxed it back into his mouth, this time holding the leather hand wrap as she rubbed his shoulders and arms. Her movements tugged at the chain in his mouth and he struggled to keep still, determined not to be a bad boy. Her fingers brushed passed the tip, grazing it lightly with her nails, as she bit deeply into his neck, growling playfully. He tightened his stomach, a knot forming in his belly, and arched his back as he gasped, letting the leash fall from his mouth.

He grunted and groaned, shaking with the effort of keeping still in the tub, growing cold in the shallow water and aching for her to sweep her hand across his throbbing cock. She nuzzled into his neck as she teased him, her hair hanging partly over his face, long soft curls brushing and ticking his nose." A deep purring moan drifted through his ears as her hot breath lit his nerves on fire. He winced and bit down on the metal leash as she sucked his earlobe between her teeth, teasing and licking his ear and neck gently with the tip of her tongue.

Leaning her face close up to his ear, she continued to roll and squeeze his balls, as she purred seductively in his ear, "Goliath, I have you baby. I have you by your tender sack. Be a good boy for mommy Goliath. Gritting his teeth, doing his best not to move a muscle, he whimpered his compliance. "That's my sweet boy. Now you stand tall for mommy while I bathe you, baby." Continuing her feathery exploration of his high round cheeks, she pulled his mouth open by his chin with her other hand and laid the metal leash across his tongue and teeth.

He shook involuntarily, causing her to jerk the leash hard, chiding him for moving without permission. As he felt the collar, already too tight, bite into his neck and pinch his skin, a stinging SLAP landed squarely on his ass, the feeling intensified by the water thereon. The trailing water as she went, made him shiver and whimper in anticipation. She ran her hands over the curve of his ass, a feather-light touch, raising goose bumps over the surface of his quivering skin.

"Why Goliath," she exclaimed, "look what you have for me." He stood in the tub on all fours, as she ran a hand down the length of his back, which he held straight and strong like the good dog he was. Her merrily laughter bounced around the tiled walls as she held up her hands against the splashing water. The sound was like music to his ears, quickening within him, causing him to swell and stiffen. "GOLIATH!

You bad dog! Now lay your head in mommy's lap while I fasten this collar to your neck." Whimpering, he put his head in her lovely lap, her bare thighs soft and smooth against his lips, the scent of her lotion and perfume intoxicating. "GOLIIIIIIATH!" He heard her footsteps on the stairs as she taunted him with the rattling of his leash and collar.

The tags clapping against the chain-metal leash always made him shudder with delight. He raised himself from his knees and took her in his arms, laying her on the couch and wrapping her in a chenille blanket. She curled up against him, wrapped in the sweet softness of the blanket and the tender love of his strong arms, and gently faded into oblivion. He sucked and sucked, long and hard, just as he knew she loved it when orgasm took her in this way. She was rocking and howling with delight, holding his face against her so tight, he could hardly breathe; he just held on for dear life and let her ride him to the ends of her passion.

After Cleaning Up His

He let the tip of his tongue poke out of his mouth and she cried with delight and then horror as he retracted it, using his chin instead to rub against her... Her frustration was growing; she grabbed at his collar with her free hand and pulled him against her lips. He was now tight against her pussy and could no longer avoid it. He rubbed his mouth and nose up and down her slit, doing his best to fuel her fire." He nibbled and mouthed all around her mound, the inside of her thighs, the soft round curve of her ass, purposely avoiding the wet lips she was thrusting at his mouth.
She tugged and yanked on his leash, pulling him closer, reining him in, holding him tight against her, but still he avoided her slick, wet slit, growling and mouthing everywhere but. Her feet were up on his shoulders now and her knees were up against her chest. She was hot and wet, her bare lips glistening with her juices. "Come on Baby," she moaned, "show me what that long pink tongue of yours can do." She tugged at his leash, pulling him closer to her, opening her legs for him to snuggle in tight.

She held the leash tight against her thigh, forcing his face into her crotch. "Want some honey for dessert, Baby? He slithered along the car to sit front of her as commanded and offered her the leash, letting it fall from his mouth tenderly, into her lap. She stroked his head and murmured to him softly as she unbuckled the collar and gently wrapped the stiff leather around his neck. She got up off him and walked over to her favorite chair beside the fireplace. He had lit a beautiful fire and stoked it full before she arrived.

She pulled the chair up close and bade him come sit in front of her. For a brief moment, they caught a glimpse of one another, he with his leash and collar dangling between his teeth and her kneeling over him, scratching his belly like a dog and they laughed wildly at the absurdity of the situation before resuming their roles. Where is it? Get it for Mommy!" He jumped out from the closet, leash hanging from his mouth, collar dragging on the floor and pranced into the living room, rolling on his back, chomping on the metal chain and growling playfully.

This brought her to the closet as intended, inquiring what all the fuss was about. He poked his head out innocently and then dove back to his search amid peels of laughter from his lady. "Where's your leash boy? He could hear her giggling as he rummaged through the boots and umbrellas, tossing them out of the closet with his mouth, digging through the chaos and making a big fuss, even though the leash and collar were right at his feet the entire time. Finally, she pushed her chair back from the table and took his chin in her hand, ruffling his hair with her other hand.

"Have you been a good boy today?" He whimpered and whined deep in his throat as he inched closer to her feet. He ate at her feet from a bowl on the floor and when he was done, laid his head in her lap under the table as she slowly finished her meal. She stroked his head as she read the paper and ate; he was grateful for the attention and not being told to 'go lay down'. Sure enough, that's exactly how it went.
She took her sweet time, savoring his whimpers and attempts to nuzzle her. At one point she turned to get something from across the kitchen and eyed his swollen member, stiff and purple between his legs. He knew he was in trouble now. She'd make him sit and watch her prepare dinner, his face staring right into that incredible ass, barely covered and begging for him to sink his teeth into its meaty flesh. He moaned and pawed at her thigh, just below the dangling, swollen lips protruding from her shaven puss and rolled his tongue out from his mouth, panting and lapping at the air to show his enthusiasm.
Wanna eat? Hmmm? Is my boy hungry?" His eyes lit up at her suggestion and he leapt from the bed to sit between her legs, looking up at her face and into her patch, back at her face, then back to her patch. He bounded up the stairs after her as she turned the corner into the bedroom and out of sight. He was through the door and leaping for the bed when he caught a glimpse of her reflected in the bathroom mirror through the cracked door...her panties, wet and musky tinged with sweat and just a little tangy.

He inched towards the pile of clothes, wanting to nose through them and suckle her panties. Would she let him? Could he resist? He lay down, across the door saddle with a heavy sigh, as each piece fell in front of his nose, filling him with the smells of her and her day. Her shirt was a mixture of perspiration and perfume; her skirt, like the leather seats in her car; her bra, like the scented lotion she used after the shower and finally." He gave her his best adoring eyes and lowered his chin to her lap, groaning a little as he tried to get a better whiff of the treat hiding inside her skirt.
"Oh, such a pretty boy!" She held his face in her hands and kissed him lovingly atop his head, before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I love you baby, you're Mommy's best boy,", as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, nibbling gently with her teeth. Sitting up quickly, she swatted him lightly on the nose saying, "No! Bad boy! Not yet! You know you can't have dessert before dinner! Come on, now, let Mommy finish getting undressed and the we'll eat, ok?
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