Steve Takes Charge
2006-06-18 @ 9:03 p.m.

I wanted to look nice and to also give Steve a little surprise. I wore a form-fitting, but non-trashy, black dress that comes a few inches above the knee (it was long-sleeved, to hide any body art). I donned my pearl earrings and choker. My hair was up. I thought I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Underneath was all for Steve: black stockings, garter belt etc. When he picked me up, he kissed me and his hands drifted down to my ass.

"What have you got on?" He asked, feeling the garters.

"It's for later."

The party was nice, cocktails, dinner, chit-chat. His boss has a very nice home and his wife was a darling. A wonderful hostess. Some of the older men's wives were stuffy (okay, bitchy) but the wives of the younger guys were a lot of fun. They kept asking me when Steve and I were going to get married. I hate that! Ask him.

We returned to my place after midnight. Both of us were tired but as soon as we walked through the door Steve had me pinned against the wall. My knees went weak. I was in the mood for the man to take complete control. Call it my 'take what you can grab' mood.

His hands roamed over me while he nibbled on my neck and ears. Then, he eased the zipper of my dress down and it was soon pooled around me feet. I went to kick off my heels but he asked me to keep them on.

I pushed Steve towards the bedroom and got him on the bed. I unzipped his pants and went down on him for a minute and then slid his pants all the way off. I stroked his cock while he unclasped my bra and fondled my breasts.

We both sat up, legs stretched out, facing each other. I stroked him while he put his hand over my pussy. He moved his hand back and forth so it was almost vibrating. It was so hot that I came and I almost never come with just a hand. He kept doing it even after I came and I had to push his hand away for a few seconds. I also caught him in the thigh with a heel. Sometimes I don't think men know how sensitive a girl can be down there.

"How do you want it tonight?" He asked me. "Hard or soft."

"Hard," I said, nearly out of breath. "Really hard. Whatever you want." You know that part of your brain that keeps you somewhat inhibited, that reminds you of consequences? That part of my brain went dormant.

We then went into a foreplay frenzy. Steve is usually willing to invest some time in foreplay, more than most men I know, but he's never done anything like this. He had me on my back, working me over with his tongue and fingers. After fingering me he would stick his middle finger in my mouth.

"Do you like the way you taste?"

I nodded while I sucked.

I came a second time. I sucked on him in between the delights he had in store for me.

He'd make me stop blowing him and then dive between my legs again. He really paid a lot of attention to my body and I appreciated it. He even had me sit on his face. He was a glistening mess after that.

Then, he pulled me into his lap and had me masturbate until I came. "Good girl," he kept saying. "Good girl, play with yourself." I was soaking wet, rubbing like crazy.

"God, I want you inside of me," I finally said. Yes, I sought to end this remarkable foreplay smorgasborg. I simply couldn't take it any longer. But, he went down on me again.

"You sure you want it hard?"

I was at that point where he could do anything he wanted to me. Who was I to argue?

"Do whatever," I moaned.

He flipped me over on to my hands and knees, stuck a finger into my pussy and used his thumb on my clitoris. I put my head down to enjoy it when suddenly, he yanked my head back up by my hair. Then, smack! Right across my ass.

Steve stood and dragged me by my legs to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and entered me. He wasn't gentle. I requested that it be hard and I got it hard. He slammed into me for a while before lifting me up, standing with me impaled on his cock. He bounced me up and down until he finally ran out of steam.

He sat on the edge of the bed to recuperate while I did a reverse cowgirl (which I believe is the expression). He liked that, using my garter belt to bounce me up and down on his cock.

"Get on your knees and suck it."

I buried my head in his crotch, licking and sucking.

"Spit on it."

I spit and then gave his slick cock a handjob.

"Let me cum on your face."

Steve stood now, and beat off. His cum shot over my face, onto my forehead and even into my eyes. I felt like a glazed donut.

Then, he got some tissue and helped to restore my sight. So, that was pretty nice.

I think I'll play dress-up more often.