Josh’s Surprise
“Are you OK, honey?”
I fumbled with the fishnet stockings, trying not to catch my fingernails on them. “Shit,” I muttered as I snagged one, just around the top. I carefully disengaged my fingernail from the material and called out, “I’m fine, honey. Just a little stomachache. I’ll be out in a sec.”
“OK.”
I’d been thinking about springing this surprise on him for weeks. I’d slowly assembled my costume - fishnet stockings, black stilettos that simply cried “fuck me,” a black vinyl mini- (and I mean MINI-) skirt, a matching vinyl, zip-up halter top (zipped all the way up, but so tight that it tantalizingly showed off my 36B tits), long black gloves, and, the piece de resistance, a riding crop. Josh had a dominatrix fetish I’d never been able to satisfy, but now, on our one-year dating anniversary, I felt it was time.
When I’d finally gotten the fishnets on properly, I stood up (I’d been sitting on the toilet, with the lid down) and checked myself out in the medicine cabinet mirror. I examined my pale skin, the kind that always elicits stares and comments because it’s so fair and blemish-free, I look like a China doll. I looked at my deep blue eyes and dark-blonde eyebrows that showed a high degree of intelligence; I looked at my small, unobtrusive, delicately-shaped nose; I looked at my full, pink lips; and finally, I ran my fingers through my extremely-short, dark-blonde hair. I’d shaved it to a 1/4-inch a couple of months ago, and was currently in the process of growing it out. Josh had loved the shaved look though; he said it turned him on, said I looked like G.I. Jane. But I was getting sick of the comments people kept giving me - assuming things about my sexual orientation (and for their money, they’re half right - I’m bisexual, but it still sort of annoys me that they think they can insult me with words like “clit-licker”), so I opted to grow my hair out, just a little bit.
As I studied myself, I studiously applied dark red lipstick, black eyeliner, and black mascara. These made quite the contrast with my pale skin - shocking, really. I put giant, silver hoops in my ears, grabbed my riding crop, slipped on the stilettos (and thought, “Oog, glad I don’t have to wear these for long”), and slowly opened the door, with a sly, half-grin on my face.
Josh’s back was turned to me; he was making up the futon for us to sleep on that night. God, the memories I have of that futon. It’s a beautiful, black masterpiece that folds out into a queen-sized bed, which definitely beats the skinny, dorm-sized twin beds we had to deal with in the first few months of our courtship. It’s the kind of bed that’s small enough to make you feel secure and intimate, but large enough to allow you to thoroughly experiment with any sexual position that comes to mind.
I coughed lightly to get his attention. Josh whirled around, and my smile got a little bigger and my inner thighs got a little wet (I wasn’t wearing any panties, as he would soon find out); Josh is a very handsome man. He’s tall, very thin, with these hip bones that turn me on beyond belief because they’re so feminine, a cute little goatee, and wire-rimmed glasses. The latter two have always been my mortal weaknesses, right up there with men in puffy shirts and tights at the Renaissance Festival, and women with beautiful, 36C curves.
His jaw dropped when he saw my outfit, and how I was suggestively leaning on one leg and slapping the riding crop into my left palm. I could tell he was instantly hard; even though I couldn’t technically see through his jeans, after a year I had picked up the ability to tell by the look on his face when he’s REALLY aroused. And he had that look now - hungry, near-disbelieving eyes that were wandering up and down my body, a bit of drool nearly escaping his half-open mouth…oh, yeah. He wanted it all right. And fuck, was he going to get it.
I walked towards him, through his tiny apartment kitchen, my stilettos clacking on the linoleum. The bed-making exercise forgotten, Josh continued to stare at me in disbelief, and as I got closer he could only breathe, “Holy…” I smirked, grabbed his shoulder firmly with my left hand, and roughly shoved him into a sitting position on the pulled-out futon.
Then I leaned down and stage-whispered, “Rule number one. You say nothing, except ‘Yes, Mistress Annie. Got it, bitch?’”
He nodded mutely, and I smacked him across the arm with the riding crop.
“Y-yes, Mistress Annie,” he said, a look of pure joy in his eyes.
“Good. Now let me ask you a question. Do you want it, bitch? Do you?”
“Yes, Mistress Annie,” he said, his voice stronger this time.
“Well, you’re damn well going to have to work for it. Lay down, bitch,” I said, as I shoved him backwards onto the bed with my riding crop. He fell back, then I roughly pulled him up by his shirt collar into a standing position, and said, “Strip for me, bitch.”
He promptly, hurriedly removed his clothes, first pulling off his polo shirt, then his jeans, then his sexy satin boxers. When the boxers were removed his raging, thick, 8-inch hard-on was revealed, and I had to choke back a gasp of delight at seeing that gorgeous, huge cock that had given me so much pleasure so many times before.
When he was completely naked, I reached into my nearby handbag and pulled out a studded dog collar. I snapped it around his neck and said, “You are my bitch, my animal. You do what I say. I am your mistress. Got it? If you behave, you will be rewarded; if you don’t, you will be punished. You do nothing unless I tell you to. YOU GOT THAT, BITCH?” I said, aiming my riding crop at him and thinking, “Man, I’m doing this pretty good for a first time!”
Josh seemed to be thinking the same thing, and obediently said, “Yes, Mistress Annie.”
I quirked a smile, and motioned him with my riding crop to get on all fours. He obeyed, his head looking expectantly up at me. “Lick my shoes, you fucking bitch,” I commanded. He immediately started attacking my stilettos with relish, lapping away at each one with his magnificent tongue. After about a minute he stopped and looked up expectantly, and I promptly slapped him across the face with my riding crop. “DID I SAY STOP, BITCH?”
He meekly put his head down and continued licking my shoes, until I said, “That’s good, bitch. Now lay on the bed.”
Jumping up quickly, he tossed himself onto the bed, laying with his erection pointing skyward. I smirked a bit at the spectacle - he was SO into this. But then my smirk went away - I hadn’t exactly planned this very far, and I was running out of ideas already. I racked my brain and then I sat down on the bed, bent forward, and listened to him gasp and groan as I flicked my tongue quickly along the length of his cock.
“That’s your first reward, bitch. Now lick my pussy, and you’d better be good.” I lay down on the bed with my legs spread.
“Yes, Mistress Annie,” he replied, and obediently dove his head between my firm thighs. I suppressed a moan as his tongue slowly trailed the length of my sex, stopping briefly at my clit, before he began to kiss my inner thighs, just above the hems of my stockings. He knew how to get my attention. He teased my thighs, and occasionally he flicked his tongue towards, but never touching, my lips. Then, suddenly, he dove forward and pushed his tongue inside me, and let his teeth graze my pulsating clit. I couldn’t suppress this gasp. I arched my back against him as he hungrily drove his tongue in and out of my pussy over and over, and then he stopped to twirl it gently around my clit, never quite touching it. He just kept making rings around it with his tongue, making me burn with desire and wetter than belief, until finally he gently touched my clit with his tongue, which sent me shooting into a spasmodic orgasm, clenching my thigh muscles around his ears and pressing my abdominal muscles straight into the air while I screamed.
When it had passed I laid back down, and Josh moved to cover me, brushing his huge cock against my extremely-sensitive pussy, which nearly sent me reeling into another orgasm. I didn’t have the heart to slap him again with the riding crop, (which had fallen out of my grasp while I was coming) so instead I just let him kiss me. I tasted some of my own juices on his lips, and licked his mouth clean as a thank-you. His kisses became more insistent, and his tongue darted in between my teeth and caressed my inner cheek and just behind my front teeth. I kissed him back and felt his hands roving along my vinyl-covered self, all the way down my sides and pausing briefly to appreciate my tight, perky ass before they drew up again and grabbed the zipper of my halter top. He slowly pulled down the zipper, all the while still kissing me, and his hand crept inside to find one of my perky tits.
He gently massaged it and tweaked the nipple, which made me jump a little. As he continued moving the zipper down lower and lower, finally exposing my red garnet navel piercing, I suddenly broke the kiss and said, teasingly, “Wait a minute, I’m supposed to be in charge here,” and flipped him over onto his back. He was about to object, just then I began nibbling at one of his ultra-sensitive nipples while making little circles around the other one with one hand, at the same time groping for his dick with the other hand, still sheathed in its satin glove. When I found it I gave it a squeeze, which elicited an “Ohhh god yes,” from Josh. I smiled around his nipple and switched hands so I could take his other nipple into my mouth. I made circles around it with my tongue and flicked my tongue back and forth on the tip, and then I quickly stopped as I heard him beginning to moan, and bent lower to give his penis a good slurp with my long tongue.
I licked him from the back of his balls all the way up to the tip, and he groaned with pleasure. Then I look the head of his huge dick into my mouth and sucked it like a baby’s bottle, flicking my tongue around it as I did so. Then, in one movement, I took almost his whole cock into my mouth, and grabbed the bit that wasn’t covered with my hand and squeezed it hard. He gasped, moaned, and clenched his ass as I worked my pursed lips up and down his length, pausing at the top so I could run my tongue around the head, and then slamming myself back down. I kept hitting my gag reflex, which produced more saliva, so I employed this lubricant and squished it all up and down his length with the hand that was squeezing the base of his cock, making the glove sopping wet. He began to pant and I could tell he was about to come. I kept slurping and slurping, moving faster and faster until he let out a big groan, and then I backed off as hot white cum shot out of his dick. I caught a little in my mouth and licked some off my face while he watched, and while my hand was still milking him and rubbing him up and down. When he was done coming he sighed blissfully and half-closed his eyes. I snuggled next to him and we smiled at each other.
After a few minutes had passed I reached down for his cock again, and tenderly brushed it with my still-wet glove. It responded, so I stood up and casually bent over to get a Kleenex to clean him up with, allowing him a good view of my ass and pussy. When I turned back around with the Kleenex, he was stiff as a board once again. I smiled and reached for a condom next to the Kleenex box, and sexily rolled it down on his cock. Then I took off my gloves, one at a time, revealing slender arms with nicely-formed biceps. I removed my halter top, which was already unzipped and revealing my tits. And finally, I reached down, unzipped my skirt, and dropped it on the floor. Now I was only in my fishnets and stilettos. I bent over Josh, brushing my tits against his abdomen, and gazed sexily into his eyes. “You want some more, baby?” I purred. Josh nodded vigorously, a big smile on his face.
I took that as a cue and promptly straddled him, slowly lowering myself until I was poised just above the tip of his cock. I grabbed it with my hand and rubbed it around on my pussy, getting it nice and wet, as I moaned. Then I slammed my body down, and took his whole length inside me at once. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Josh breathed, as his hands reached up to grab my tits. I clenched my Kiegel muscles and then began to slam myself down, over and over, each time pulling up all the way to the tip before slamming down again. Josh was loving this, and I could feel myself getting hotter, and I started to gleam with sweat. “Fuck me, baby, ohh yeah!” I cried as I bucked up and down, harder and faster, on Josh’s sweet, huge cock. I loved the feeling of it inside me, and I kept getting wetter and wetter until Josh sat up, kissed me, and flipped me onto my back. I grinned because I knew what was coming. He slammed himself inside me, and I reached my fishnet-covered legs up in the air and folded them behind his back, pushing him deeper inside me, and I scratched his back HARD with my fingernails, nearly drawing blood, which he loves. I clawed at him as he pounded himself into me, harder and faster, and deeper and deeper, his slim body gleaming with sweat that was mingling with mine, making the room smell musky and sexy. I could feel myself beginning to get that tingly sensation between my legs, and I cried, “YES, more more more I’m coming Josh I’m coming!” which was enough to set him off and as I felt the tingling spreading throughout my entire body, my limbs spasming, and my back arching, Josh groaned and shot his load inside me. I screamed with joy until the orgasm subsided, and we both collapsed against each other on the bed, spent.
We snuggled together and gently kissed each other as he withdrew. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep the fantasy going-”
He interrupted me with a big smile, saying “Don’t apologize. You have NO reason to apologize, TRUST me. That was, undoubtedly, the best sex we’ve ever had.”
I smiled back. “It even topped the time with the chocolate sauce?”
“Ohhh yes,” he said, and we both giggled at the memory as we slowly came back to earth.
