Having always been drawn to the soft, compliant, “feminine” woman as opposed to the combative, career fixated type that delight in challenging you at every turn, I didn’t think Millicent and I had a prayer of making it past our first date. For one thing, she talked a lot, about herself mostly, and to question her on anything was to provoke a barrage of “facts” designed to support her position and silence you forever. She exuded an air of authority that had me seriously considering the pleasure of pouring a pitcher of ice water over her head. No, Millicent was not my ideal woman.
But Lord, was she ever beautiful. Raven ringlets fell in lazy swirls about her shoulders, framing a clear complected face seemingly sculpted by a master craftsman with a passion for perfection. Her well tailored blouse and skirt accentuated her lovely curves, suggesting to even the casual observer that hers was a body which, when naked, would inspire the most jaded swordsman. Still, I was looking forward to the end of the evening and making a mental note to never again let Charlie, my conscientious best friend, fix me up. “She’s bright and beautiful,” Charlie had said. “What else could you want?” To get a word in edgewise, I thought, handing the waiter my charge card. The bill paid, I escorted Millicent outside the restaurant and to my car. Another half hour, which was how long it would take to drive Millicent to her apartment building, and I’d be a free man. We were in my car and I was about to start the engine when she put a hand on my arm. “Wait,” she said softly. I asked her what was wrong.
Millicent was looking down into her lap. She was quiet for a moment, and then, “I’ve been a real bitch tonight. I’ve treated you horribly, and I’m sorry, really sorry for that. I don’t know why I behave so terribly at times.” She brought her head up and looked over at me. I saw that her deep brown eyes were moist. All of a sudden she looked vulnerable. “But I do know I owe you something,” she continued, “for putting up with my bullshit. Take me home, Robert, and do with me what you will. Take me home and fuck the hell out of me.”
Millicent’s dramatic turnaround hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks. For a moment I simply sat there, too stunned to speak. Naturally suspicious, I wondered what she was up to. Was Millicent as devious as she was desirable? “And I’m sure you know how to put a bitch like me in her place,” she was saying.
I stared at the luscious princess next to me. “All right,” I said.
Millicent sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, as we drove to her place. Neither of us spoke. By the time we were in her apartment, the door closed behind us, I had some idea of how I wanted the rest of the evening to go. First, naturally, was a spanking for Millicent.
“Yes, I deserve one,” she said just before stretching out full length across my legs with her head at one end of the sofa and her toes at the other.
The spanking was short but sweet twenty five smart slaps, plus an additional four to arrive at her age, all delivered with relish to her solid, succulent bottom. Millicent remained stretched across my legs after the spanking, her soft sobs and the sight of her bare ass so nicely framed between her pink underpants, which I had pulled down, and her skirt, which I had pulled up, keeping my cock hard and pressing up against her tummy.
“I want you to reach back and open your cheeks,” I said firmly. “Show me your asshole, Millicent.”
“Do it. Now.”
Slowly bringing her hands back to her buttocks, Millicent pulled open the taut half moons of flesh to reveal her pretty, hairless anus. I ordered her to keep her hands in place and then, wetting a finger, began toying with her rear hole. Millicent moaned softly as I ran the finger over her asshole and then gasped when I worked a bit of it inside her. “You like this, I know you do,” I said, inching more of the finger inside her warm, gripping orifice. “It’s embarrassing,” Millicent moaned. “I feel so slutty.”
For several minutes more I played with Millicent’s snug asshole, eventually working my entire finger inside her and pumping it rhythmically as she squirmed on my lap. Her flushed face and her continuous moans of pleasure told me she was close to orgasm, so I quickly removed my finger. “No, no, sweetheart. You’re not going to come until I give the word. Understand me?” In a barely audible voice Millicent said she did.
I told Millicent to get off me and to slowly remove her clothes, everything but her bra and panties. I removed my jacket and tie, tossing both over the back of the sofa, then loosened a few of the buttons on my shirt and sat back down. Millicent’s clothes and shoes were soon in a neat pile on the floor. She looked delicious, and so vulnerable, standing before me in only her underwear. “Now play with yourself,” I said. “Perform for me.”
To my great pleasure, Millicent blushed. She asked if she could lie down and I answered no. “And remember, you’re not to come,” I added. Millicent began by placing both hands at her pussy and rubbing it through her panties. Then a hand went to her breasts and she squeezed them, pinching the nipples through the bra. “Take one tit out,” I said, and then watched as she freed her right breast from the confining bra cup. Her head tilted back and she moaned softly as she started kneading the tit and pinching the nipple, her other hand still stroking her pussy through her panties. “Now put your hand inside your panties,” I ordered. Millicent, obviously getting hotter by the second, obeyed immediately.
From time to time I would stop her and order her to assume a particular position before resuming her masturbation. Especially enjoyable was the one that found her in a submissive crouch, her luscious, panty clad ass pointing at me. With her head resting on her left arm she reached back between her legs with her right hand, slipping it once again inside her panties.
Toward the end of this particular scene, with a whimpering Millicent, on her feet again and masturbating, legs quivering, head lolling on her neck, I shouted at her not to come. She ignored the command, too far gone to obey it, and I jumped up from the sofa and took her hands away from her pussy. “Naughty, naughty,” I said.
Holding her hands behind her back, I marched Millicent into her bedroom. I had her get me a pair of pantyhose from a dresser drawer. I used the pantyhose to tie her hands behind her back. Then I sat her down on the bed, unzipped my fly and pulled out my aching hard on. I started rubbing the bulbous head all over her beautiful face. She kept moving her head this way and that as she tried to catch my cock with her mouth.
“Hungry for it, are you?” I asked.
“Pl please, let me have it,” Millicent whined.
“You like sucking cock, don’t you?” Again I moved my hard cock jus out of reach of her swiping tongue.
“Give it to me. I need it.”
“Open wide, princess. Stick out your tongue.”
Millicent obeyed instantly and I rested my cock on her tongue. Seconds later she was vacuuming it into her mouth, gobbling it with gusto, moaning around it. Every once in a while I would take a handful of her hair and, holding her head still, run my cock in and out of her pretty mouth, fucking her face, as it were. I was close to coming and trying to decide if I wanted to come in Millicent’s mouth when she suddenly pulled away from my cock and said, “Come on my face, please.”
I had but a few seconds to relish the sight of Millicent’s head tilted back and her tongue hanging out of her mouth before I started coming like crazy. Semen spewed from my throbbing cock to splatter her forehead, cheeks and chin. She kept her face in place, her tongue darting here and there to catch what come it could. On rubbery legs I stepped back and watched Millicent’s tongue scoop up one last glob of semen and shovel it into her mouth. “Thank you,” she said. “That was delicious.”
Taking a handkerchief from my pocket, I cleaned Millicent’s face and then removed my clothes. Naked, I stepped to the bed and helped her to her feet. I removed her bra and then, after ordering her to spread her legs, cupped her crotch and started rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties. “Did you wet your underpants?” I asked teasingly. “Feels that way.”
“N no,” Millicent stammered, grinding her pussy against my hand.
“Then you’re wet because you need to be fucked, is that it?”
“Yes. I need to be fucked.”
“Where do you want it? In your pussy?”
“Yes, in my pussy.”
“How about your ass? A nice big cock up your ass would feel good right about now, right?”
“Yes, in my ass,” Millicent whined. “Fuck my ass for me.”
“Maybe I’ll do both holes for you?”
“Yes, both. My pussy and my asshole. Fuck them both for me.”
Millicent was so aroused now she could hardly speak. I quickly skimmed off her wet panties and, with her hands still tied behind her, put her on the bed in a low crouch, with her head down and her lovely ass up. “Spread those legs,” I ordered. Millicent moved quickly to give me total access to her pussy and asshole.
Ordinarily it would have taken me thirty, forty minutes to get a second erection, but so arousing was Millicent’s transformation from aloof, self oriented know it all to submissive plaything that I was already hard again. Climbing onto the bed, I positioned myself between Millicent’s legs and started rubbing the head of my cock up and down her soaking slit. “Pl please don’t tease me,” she begged. “Stick it in me. I need it bad.”
Deliberately, teasingly, I fed Millicent my cock, giving her just an inch at a time until, finally, all seven inches were resting snugly in her pussy. Little grunts and gasps of pleasure burst from her throat as I started fucking her. With my hands on her hips, I pulled her back onto my hard cock, driving it deep inside her clasping love hole. Every so often I would place my hands on my hips and let her do all the work, taking delight in the way she drove her ass back and forth as she fucked herself on my cock.
After a few minutes, I took my cock out of her pussy and aimed it at her puckered asshole. “Is this where you want it?” I asked, and Millicent hissed, “Yesss…” A moment later I was pushing into her upturned bottom, relishing the heat and fit of her rear canal as my cock burrowed deeper and deeper.
When I was fully in her ass, I paused to bask in the glorious sight of Millicent in a servile crouch, her hands tied behind her back, my hard cock balls deep in her lovely behind. Then I started moving in her, slowly at first, and then, at her urging, faster and harder. Fists clenched, face flushed, Millicent came several times before I finally exploded in her ass, and when she felt my semen shooting into her rectum, she cried out and came yet again.
It was after we had showered together and while I was pouring us each a glass of wine in bed that Millicent gave me another surprise. “I wasn’t really sure about you,” she said. “I mean, I didn’t know if you’d bite or not.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, setting the bottle of wine down on her nightstand.
“You don’t really look like a take charge guy.”
“What are you talking about?”
The American princess smiled. “You fell for my act, Robert. Of course, my rip roaring bitch routine followed by my contrite routine usually does work.”
“You mean you set me up?” I was flabbergasted.
I looked hard at Millicent, who was now grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You know you’re going to have to be punished for that, don’t you?”
“Really?” she said.
Mr. R.V., Ohio