Details For several minutes I stood at the door, half expecting to see the door fly open and see her standing there ready to tear me apart on the floor. I don't know if that is what I wanted or perhaps it was what was, incredulously, apparently happening. I waited at home, in a lust-born stupor, waiting for her to return. When she finally did, I didn't notice until she kissed me. I didn't hear the car pull up, nor the door open, nor her calling to me. Slowly, I finally came out of my almost-slumber. "Let's see, where do we begin?" She ran her fingers through her hair, distributing night dew through every follicle. "The reason I was gone so long was because he just wouldn't stop." She paused, looking around the room. "I need a drink. After being fucked so incredibly, I want a glass of good wine." I wanted to ask her a million questions. I wanted her to tell me every last cruel detail, but the agonizing pleasure of this whole thing was simply waiting for her to dig her heels into my brain, so to speak. The vast uncertainty in what she would do was half of the pleasure. We sat together, her relaxed and stretched out on the long sofa and me in the Tapestry chair facing the sofa. I felt as though I were watching a stage, in full anticipation of the climax of a grand play. She kicked off her shoes, revealing her perfect legs in all their glory, black silk stockings appearing even more battle damaged than when she had left. The empty growling lust in the pit of my stomach lurched at the thought of the sordid possibilities my mind conjured up. On the hood of a police car while the cops watched, under a table in an expensive Moroccan restaurant or even on a traffic island as commuting cars sped by. Every image I conjured up in my mind, every scene or situation more perverse than the one before it. She knew precisely what I wanted and the way I wanted it, but she also had no intention of serving me a dish that my sexual palate was accustomed to. This was why I craved her so badly. While she lay there, staring off into the space beyond the ceiling, my heart pounded, loud enough for her to hear the thudding of my heart as breath escaped my lips in desperate pants. My face was searing hot and every nerve in my body was alive. "My sweet, come here, I have a job for you." She listed elegantly to her side so that she now faced me. Sipping on her wine, I could see the dark pools of her eyes, inviting me to join her on a great journey. Now, she sat up and leaned back into the comfort of the well-worn sofa. Her legs were spread slightly, supported by her toes accentuating her muscular calves. Through the death-black silk that covered her toes, the red paint on her toenails were testament to the extent she would go to feed my fetishes. I knelt in front her, always gazing deeply into her eyes. "Slay me," my mind secretly begged her ultimate cruelty. The reality was that she was an insatiable sexual animal, rarely satisfied, but strangely content. A true enigma. I knew that she could never really hurt me and perhaps that was the secret safety net that I needed or perhaps it was the limit I wished to push against. Tonight might shed some light on everything that I couldn't understand. She smiled at me and reached out to grip my jaw in her hands, a gesture leading to passionate kisses. True to form, she leaned forward, pulling me powerfully between her legs, but not allowing me onto the sofa to share her comfort. Her tongue darted into my mouth, poking my tongue, teasing it. I knew that she would bite my tongue, if I didn't bite it first. I kept quiet and continued to receive her gifts contentedly, not even allowing myself to caress her or even moaning with pleasure. The kisses migrated from deep within my mouth to my lips, my chin, my throat and began to meander towards my earlobes. Once her tongue began its work on my ear lobes, I might as well pass out. My resolve would be breached and I would be nothing more than a lust-crazed automaton. I suppose it was a matter of her mood, so it was useless to plan to behave this way or that. Just react to a given kiss, gentle bite, cruel pinch or the ravenous gouging of my flesh. Her hot breath battered the depths of my ear, but I could feel no other contact. "Take off your clothes and let me watch you peel each layer off." She licked my ear, flipping my 'switch,' and my eyes closed automatically. I had always been a little self-conscious, so there was some trepidation on my part, but to refuse this was to refuse everything. A risk I wasn't willing to take, not now. Her legs closed and then crossed as soon as my shoes fell to the floor. When the shirt crumpled into a pile beside me, I heard the hiss of black silk and the hiss of air whistle through her teeth as her hunger grew. I stood, ready to remove my pants, but she wouldn't let me. She slapped my fingers away from my belt buckle and her hands quickly tore the belt open, then the pants and she tore the zipper open viciously. My painfully hard cock sprang out right into her waiting hand. I looked down to watch her, but she slapped my face playfully, pointing at the ceiling. Of course, I obeyed. Her fingers slid softly over the tip of my cock, followed by her lips. Deeper and deeper into her mouth I slipped until her nose pressed against my belly. Even then, she pushed deeper and harder, until my cock was buried right into her throat. Gently, she flexed her throat around me. Each little burst of pleasure made me lose control of my will and my coordination for a second. My knees threatened to buckle, my mind wanted to depart and my fingers grew icy cold. Every drop of blood in my body was devoted to a singular carnal pleasure. Her lips withdrew, achingly, until only her fingers danced across my tumescence and then nothing. Just cool air and agony. When my senses returned, I focused again on removing the last vestiges of my clothing, as I was instructed to do in the first place. I looked down at her, wondering what she wanted or didn't want, anything. All I wanted was a sign of approval. I saw that her dress had been hiked up to reveal garter and stocking tops. A classic fetish, standard and reliable and deadly effective. I stood before her, naked and unsure. She writhed in her seat, adjusting her comfort once again. "Take off my clothes now." She ordered, well, if one's heart's desire could be considered anything but the purest pleasure. Her dress was a snug layer of black linen, ready to slide off her sleek body. Expertly, I removed the linen skin, carefully avoiding damaging it. As I pulled the dress down across her legs, she rested each one in turn on my shoulder to accommodate the removal. All that remained after, was her finely muscled body and perfect black opera stockings. Oh, and one more thing, a slavering animal standing before her ready to do her bidding. "Kneel," she slid forward until her ass was perched on the edge of the sofa and each of her legs pressed against my hips. "I suppose you have all sorts of questions about where I was, what I was doing, all sorts of sordid details, don't you?" "Would it be wrong of me to lie and say that I didn't?" I asked her the rhetorical question she was expecting. "Of course not, but as we both know I am not going to tell you a single thing. I want you to stew all night long, never knowing exact details. I want your mind to torture you in ways that the truth never could." She stuck a painfully erotic knife in my ribs, burning my already searing nerves. I felt one of her heels dig into my back, pulling me closer, but I was unable to tell which. Her eyes burned holes into my mind, burrowing deeply with appetite. Her smile soothed me. Her body teased me. Her intentions keep me hungry, starving. She shifted again, this time slithering closer to me so that her inner thighs pressed against mine. My cock was on the verge of exploding, but I dare not give in. I knew that hours lay before us before she would allow me to sleep. Even then, I don't think my mind would rest for a week. It felt as though I were being consumed by my own lust and she merely let me have access to it, piece by agonizing piece. She knew me intimately. She know how to give me exquisite pleasure and make me weep at the same time. Her cunt was almost touching the head of my cock, getting closer and closer as readied herself to pounce on me. "I suppose you know how tight I can be, if I try." She nibbled at my chin just as our flesh touched. She gasped, mimicking and mocking my gasp of pleasure. "You want me, I know you do," she smiled, "So, tell me what you want from me?" Choking on my saliva, I desperately tried to swallow and speak, but it was a terrible strain. "I ... I want *gulp* to know if he pleased you." She laughed at me. "Darling, of course he felt good. I told you he was enormous. In fact, you might like to know that his limp cock was longer and thicker than this ..." She pressed against the head of my cock hard, trying to force herself over me, but she was clenching her muscles cruelly. I knew that she felt the urgency of my lust, but that only meant that she would take even longer to corrupt me. Harder and harder she pushed, but she was tight, not allowing me entry. Or, perhaps, you would like to feel how he stretched me with his delicious cock? She slid down onto me too easily now, barely any friction between us. Her mouth hungrily kissed mine, sharing her generous passion with me. "Feel that?," she teased, "I don't know about you, but I could REALLY feel when HE was inside me ..." She punctuated her caustic taunt with motion, unfettered by resistance, "Of course, it is hard not to notice 11 inches of thick cock pounding you into unconsciousness. Isn't that right, my little darling?" She kissed my throat and chewed on my ear lobes almost painfully, fucking my ear with her tongue. My brain was completely unresponsive, allowing only monosyllabic grunts and moans to issue from my lips. I just adore watching you squirm like this. Your whimpering is exquisite.? Slowly, sensuously, she fucked me, never affording me the luxury of friction. "Maybe you'd like to know how he felt just as he entered me?" I could only moan softly, until suddenly she squeezed me so hard that I thought my cock would explode. "Oh god," I wept. "That's exactly what I kept screaming over and over again," she laughed. Now, she was riding me telling me nothing, yet demonstrating every detail of delicious humiliation by relaxing and constricting her cunt around me. Her stomach, always rock hard, tensed as friction increased, defining each pillow of muscle. The silk covering her legs gently abraded my hips and thighs. All of my senses were being treated to grand feasts of stimulation. Finally, she allowed herself a luxuriant grunt. I felt as though I had been handed a key, an offer to open the door to incredible carnal pleasures. My body responded immediately and I rocked my hips to lift her small body from the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist in a death-grip, inviting a change of position. I tossed her on the floor and allowed my entire body weight to force my cock into her as deeply as I could manage. Her legs clamped my body to hers, making me her prisoner. Carefully, she moved her arms and locked her fingers behind her head, never releasing me with her legs. Suddenly, all friction in her cunt vanished, yet the pleasure in my mind increased. "Come on darling, you are now competing with that magnificent cock from earlier this evening. Make me scream like he did." I dropped my head, half in shame, half in unbridled lust. Another 'oh god.' Her ankles released slightly and tightened them higher, around my neck this time. "Deeper, fuck me harder." She caressed my cheeks with her calves. I suddenly had the impression that she was leading me through the same positions she had spent the evening indulging in. Every contortion was a greedy taunt and a gentle offering of satisfaction. She knew that I was in ecstasy, I couldn't hide it very well even through tears of lust. "Your cheeks are SO hot, sweety. Are you working hard enough, do you think?" She squeezed me with her legs and cunt at the same time. "I can tell you that I am not working terribly hard, but that is your job in any event." One of her legs now began to caress my cheek, and then her foot stroked my shoulder playfully. She was hardly paying attention to my desperate thrusts, instead devoting attention to displaying her perfect legs to me. "Kiss." She commanded me to kiss her calf muscle. It was all I could do not to devour her. I was amazed that she could manage so many different fetishes all at once. She was a truly astounding lover. "You like my legs, don't you. Especially with these black opera stockings." She pried my jaw open, pressing on my chin with her toes. I tried to lick her, but my tongue couldn't curl enough. "Now, now, behave little one." Her limbs writhed like a spider entwining its prey. My thrusts has slowed slightly, so that I might pay more attention to her new directions, but this wasn't allowed either. "Don't stop, my love, keep going. If you try hard enough, you just might be able to get me to fake an orgasm for you. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Her cunt clenched tightly again, demonstrating the results of obedience and cooperation. I became desperate, thrusting as hard as I could, staring into her eyes when I could muster the courage to meet her gaze. Her muscled body reminded me of a panther feeding on still-living prey. She was, indeed, a predatory, insatiable sexual animal. That is precisely why I crave her so badly. No longer able to contain my lust, I exploded inside her. She was still silent, laying back and letting me do the work. I grunted and gasped as I came, but she said nothing, other than a soft moan. She smiled and reached up with her arms to embrace me. "My man with the beautiful eyes." I could do nothing but breathe, exhausted and spent entirely. My sweat- soaked hair slapped against her breasts as my head fell beside her. I pulled her close and let my body finally relax "Darling, for your eyes, I would do anything. Next time, you may be able to sit beside me and satisfy your curiosity first hand. What do you say to that?" Her fingers snaked through my soaking wet hair. "Mmm ..." That was all I had the strength to utter.