“You know what I want,” Sophia said, her voice low and demanding as she looked into Clay’s eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he nodded.
Clay’s gaze dropped to the floor where Sophia’s shapely legs were crossed, one stocking-covered foot bobbing slightly with anticipation. The shiny black stilettos she wore reflected the soft glow of the lamplight, drawing his eyes upward to the tantalizing slit in her skirt that revealed the tops of her thigh-high black stockings, fastened to a red lacy garter belt.
“Bitch boy,” she purred, sliding her foot closer to him. “Now, unbuckle your belt and let’s get this party started.”
Clay fumbled with the buckle, his heart racing as he slid his zipper down. He knew what was coming next and the thought of it made his cock throb painfully.
Sophia instructed him to slowly remove each heel, using only his teeth on the clasps. When he finally completed his mission, he slowly set her erotic footwear on the floor next to her plush leather chair.
Then, he pulled out his erection, already dripping with precum, and watched as she lifted her foot, the toes of her shoe grazing his inner thigh.
With a lift of her ankle, she sent her foot up to caress his shaft. The smooth fabric of her stocking glided over his skin, sending waves of pleasure through his body. She began to move her foot in a slow, rhythmic motion, her toes curling around his cock like a soft, warm vice. She followed up with a slight toe tap to his ball sack and taint.
“Mm, yes, just like that,” she murmured, watching him intently. “Now, stroke it for me. Make it nice and hard.”
Obediently, Clay began to pump his cock in time with her movements. Her foot was like a living sex toy, each stroke and squeeze more exquisite than the last. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure growing until it was almost unbearable.
Sophia leaned back in her chair, one hand playing with the laces of her red bra, the other resting on the armrest. She was in complete control and loved every second of it. Her eyes never left Clay’s face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features.
“Faster,” she urged, her own breath quickening. “I want to see you explode.”
Clay’s strokes grew more frantic; his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back. But the sensation of her stockinged foot combined with the thought of her watching him was too much.
With an animalistic, guttural moan, he felt his orgasm approach like a freight train. He opened his eyes to find hers on him, dark and hungry. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained.
“I know,” she said, her voice a sweet, yet demanding tone. “Do it for me. Shoot your hot load of jizz all over my stockings, my slut.”
And with that, he lost all control. The first rope of cum shot out, landing on the top of her stocking-covered foot. She didn’t flinch, instead moving her toes to catch the next spurt. Her foot slid up and down his shaft, coating it in his seed as he continued to spasm.
As the final droplet fell, she pulled her foot away and held it up to him, her toes glistening. “I hope that you like the taste of your cum, because now you are going to clean up your mess,” she said, her voice firm but playful.
Clay’s cock was still twitching, but he dropped to his knees without a word, eager to please. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the salty, sticky mess from her silk stocking covered toes. Each stroke was deliberate, savoring the taste of himself mixed with the faint scent of her skin and the faint taste of her stockings. He knew she liked it when he took his time, when he showed just how much he enjoyed serving her in this way.
He worked from her smallest toe to her largest. His tongue slithered around her arch, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, her foot flexing slightly. “That’s my good little cum slut,” she whispered, her voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down his spine.
The sight of him, his face buried in her foot, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, was incredibly arousing.
When her foot was clean, she wiggled her toes and said, “Now, let’s get those stockings off. You are not done.”
With trembling hands, Clay rolled her stocking down, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed and licked his way along her calf, his tongue tracing where the seam of the stocking had indented. He felt her leg quiver against his cheek and knew she was getting wet. Clay could smell her excitement.
When each stocking was removed, he took her bare feet in his hands, pressing his mouth to her arch and licking the last of his cum from her skin. She leaned back in the chair, her chest heaving as she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue on her sensitive skin.
She watched him, her eyes dark with lust, as he worked his way through the mess, cleaning every inch of her foot. The combination of his submissive act and the way his tongue danced over her skin was intoxicating.
“Now, for the main course,” she murmured, spreading her legs wider and sliding her skirt up to expose her glistening wet, shaved pussy. “Eat me,” she ordered, her voice thick with desire.
Clay didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, his nose brushing against her inner thigh, and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with her sweet, musky scent. He placed a gentle kiss on her skin just behind her knee and she quivered in anticipation.
He started with long, slow licks, moving from her knee to her upper thigh, his tongue tracing patterns closer and closer to her pussy. She watched him, her legs shaking slightly as he approached, her breath coming in quick pants. The anticipation was exquisite, her body begging for his mouth on her.
Finally, his tongue found her clit, and she gasped, arching her back. He took it between his lips, flicking it gently, then more insistently. Her hands clutched the arms of the chair, her knuckles white with the effort of not pushing his head down harder.
He lapped at her folds, tasting her sweetness, feeling her body respond to his every touch. She was so wet, her juices coating his face, mixing with the cum from before. He slid his tongue into her, feeling her tighten around him, and she moaned, her hips bucking slightly.
Sophia’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he worked his way into a steady rhythm. He could feel her getting closer, her thighs quivering against his cheeks. He sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking and swirling, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. He slid two fingers into her, curling them up to find her g-spot. She was so tight, so warm, and she clamped down around him, her body begging for release.
He pumped his fingers in and out, matching the tempo of his tongue. She was so close, her legs shaking, her breath labored. He felt the muscles in her thighs tighten and knew she was about to come.
With one final, hard suck, she did. Her body jerked, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she screamed out her orgasm. He didn’t stop, riding the wave with her, his tongue never leaving her clit as she bucked against his mouth.
Her climax was intense, her whole body shaking as she rode out the pleasure. He continued to lick and suck, her juices flooding his mouth as she came down from her high.
When she was finally still, panting and limp in the chair, he sat back, his face glistening with her cum. He looked up at her, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction, and knew that he had done his job well.
The aftermath of her orgasm was written all over her face, a look of pure bliss. She reached down and stroked his cheek, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Nice work, bitch boy,” she whispered. “You follow directions well.”
Clay felt a surge of pride at her praise, his cock started to grow between his legs. He knew she wasn’t done with him yet, and he was eager to see what she would introduce next.
Sophia stood and left the living room after taking a minute to gather her composure. Clay watched her exquisite shape as she retreated.
Moments later, the door to the room clicked open and Sophia emerged, her silhouette framed by the light spilling in from the hallway. She had changed into an outfit that was the epitome of sexual power. She was now a vision of dominance in a shimmering black corset that pushed her breasts up, creating an even more dramatic cleavage that was almost spilling over the top. The leather corset was adorned with silver studs and chains that draped down to her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure.
Her skirt was a short, animalistic affair, made of the same material, with a slit that went all the way up to her hip, revealing the tops of her silk stockings and the gleaming silver clips adorning her red garter belt. The stockings themselves were a sheer black that left little to the imagination, and the stilettos she wore had changed to a more intimidating, platformed version that made her already imposing height even more so.
But it was the strap-on dildo that truly captured Clay’s attention. It was a realistic cock, at least eight inches long and thick enough to make him swallow hard. It was a deep, shiny black that matched the rest of her outfit and was attached to a leather harness that cinched tightly around her waist and thighs. The base of the dildo was nestled between her own legs, teasing him with the thought of wickedness while he watched her face grin in pleasure.
The dildo had a small vibrator attached to the inside of the harness which would provide Sophia with her own personal pleasure while she performed her inevitable anal attack on his snow white, well rounded, ass.
Sophia strutted in, the clack of her heels echoing in the room, and Clay felt his heart race. He knew what was coming, and the mix of fear and excitement was making him lightheaded. She stopped in front of him, a smug smile playing on her lips as she reached down and stroked his cheek with the tip of the dildo.
“Ready for something new?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Clay nodded, unable to find his voice. She stepped closer, the dildo slapping his other cheek as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Tonight, you’re going to suck my cock.”
With a swift, almost predatory movement, she grabbed his hair and pulled him forward. “Get on your knees,” she ordered, her voice a seductive purr. “And don’t you dare speak.”
Her hand went to the base of the strap-on, her fingers tightening around the faux cock. “You’re going to suck this,” she said, her voice filled with a dark excitement. “You’re going to take it all the way down your throat and show me how much of a cock sucker you are.”
Clay looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. He had never done anything like this before, but the way she was looking at him made him want to please her, to show her that he could handle anything she threw his way.
“Open up,” she commanded.
Clay took a deep breath and did as he was told. She pushed the head of the dildo into his mouth, and he felt the girth fill his throat, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible. He gagged slightly, but she didn’t let up, her grip on his hair keeping him in place as she began to fuck his face.
Her hips rocked back and forth, the dildo sliding in and out of his mouth. She watched his cheeks bulge out with each thrust, the way his eyes watered and his nostrils flared. She could feel herself getting wetter with each moan that vibrated against her thighs.
“Good,” she praised, her voice a breathless whisper. “Take it all, baby.”
He tried his best to relax, to take the dildo deeper, but it was a struggle. She was relentless, her thrusts growing more forceful, her hand tightening in his hair. But instead of fear, he felt a strange thrill, a sense of accomplishment.
He wrapped his hand around the base of the dildo, taking more control, and she gasped. He began to bob his head, eager to take her further into his mouth, to give her the pleasure she sought. Clay could hear the slight buzzing from the harness, which held her little toy.
Sophia watched him, her own desire spiraling out of control. She had never seen anything so erotic, so utterly submissive. His eyes were on hers, filled with a mix of desperation and need, and she knew that she had him completely.
Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing ragged. She felt her orgasm building again, the vibrations from the dildo’s base sending shockwaves through her clit. “I’m going to cum,” she warned, her voice tight with need.
Clay redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around the head of the dildo as she thrust into his mouth. And then she was there, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around her own private vibrator as she came, her juices dripping down the shaft and into his mouth.
He swallowed, the taste of her mixed with the salty musk of the dildo. She pulled back, her chest heaving as she watched him, her eyes dark with lust, control and satisfaction.
“I have something else planned for my cock,” she remarked. She now sported an evil wicked grin.
Clay remained still, his heart hammering in his chest as he heard the sound of the lube being squeezed onto her fingers. He knew what was next, and his ass clenched involuntarily at the thought of being filled by that massive cock.
He watched the lube as she spread it along the length of the dildo, the sound making him shiver. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but the lilac scent of the lube only served to make him harder.
Sophia stepped behind him, her legs straddling his, and he felt the tip of the dildo pressing against his entrance. She didn’t waste any time, pushing inch by inch into him until he was fully impaled.
He moaned, the mix of pain and pleasure making his head spin. Her cock was so much thicker than any toy they had used before, and the leather of the harness against his skin was a new sensation that added to his submission.
“Now,” she said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and amusement, “it’s time to see if you can handle some serious ass fucking, bitch.”
With that, she began to move. Slowly at first, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion, but soon she picked up the pace. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting his prostate and making his toes curl with pleasure. He felt her hand come down to caress his back, her nails digging into his skin just enough to remind him of her dominance.
Sophia’s hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, her grip tightening and loosening in a rhythm that matched the tempo of her thrusts. She knew exactly how he liked it—how to keep him on the brink without letting him go over.
Her thumb circled his sensitive head, smearing precum around the tip, as her fingers danced along the veins of his cock. She watched his face contort in ecstasy, the muscles in his neck straining as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
Her strokes grew faster and more demanding, her palm sliding along his length with a slickness that made her own pussy throb. She could feel the tension building in him, his body tightening, his breaths becoming ragged gasps.
As she pumped him, she whispered dirty, humiliating and degrading words in his ear, pushing him further into subspace. The power she held over him was a heady aphrodisiac, making her cunt wet and eager for more.
“Feel my cock,” and “I bet you want a real cock in your ass, slut boy,” she exclaimed in her demeaning voice.
With a snarl, she bit down on his shoulder and ravingly pinched one nipple with her other hand, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she slammed into him, her hand moving faster. His moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath hers.
Clay erupted violently, spurting hot cum all over her hand and the bed, his body seizing with the intensity of his release.
“Lick my fingers clean, cum slut,” was all she said as she shoved her hand in front of his face. Clay opened up and she now finger fucked his mouth.
Sophia was not satisfied; she didn’t stop her anal penetrations. Her second, self-initiated vibrating dildo orgasm approached as she felt his muscles clench around her black phallus.
With a final, hard thrust, she came, her pussy spasming against the leather of the harness, the buzzing of the toy inside her snatch, her climax tearing through her like a wildfire. She pulled out of him, the sound of her wetness echoing through the room.
Sophia collapsed onto a nearby chair, a smug smile playing on her lips as she unbuckled the harness. She knew she had pushed him to his limits, but she also knew he had enjoyed every second of it.
