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Standing by the window he waited for her to arrive. It had been too long since they had seen each other. Theirs was a different kind of relationship. Definitely not lovers, not quite friends with benefits – though there were benefits to knowing her. They were friends; sharing the ability to have a conversation about anything from horror movies to politics to music. But when the need arose in him for more, she was a good person to know when the urge struck for some atypical fun. She was a bit of enigma – one of the smartest women he knew, but at the same time, one of the most willing to be subservient. He thrived on power; she thrived on compliance – it was a great partnership. Especially because it wasn’t a Dominant / submissive form of power exchange but one that was purely mental with physical effects – almost magnetic or supernatural. He commanded, she did as he bid; he called, she answered; he wanted, she provided and he desired, she satisfied. His fascination with things supernatural wasn’t a love of the occult but an admiration of the power. If he could be something other than of this world, he would have loved to be a vampire. The allure, the attraction, the power. As his mind wandered, he remembered the last time he saw her. She arrived, wearing a black blouse as he had instructed. She always did as he instructed. She confessed to him, that dressing as he commanded added to the pleasure of her experience. She seemed to get aroused just by complying with his wishes – and clothing options were an easy way to do so. That time, when she stepped into the room, she walked to the center and stood still; awaiting him. He remembered walking up behind her, and getting close without touching her. She sensed him and angled her head to the side, exposing her smooth neck. He kissed it and she opened her neck more for his access. He reached around her, placing a hand on each side of her collar and pulled – hard. He heard the buttons pop off as he rent the top open. The memory of the sound of the buttons hitting the wall caused him to smile. As did the knowledge that that would be the shirt she would be wearing today. He told her he expected her to arrive, wearing just that shirt, no bra underneath, with only the weight of the shirt keeping it in place. She would walk to the house, allowing the top to move as it pleased and if things became exposed – so be it. It was a 50 foot walk from the driveway to the door. So be it, for sure. At that, he saw her turn the corner. She pulled into the parking spot. He watched the dome light come on as she adjusted and then got out of the car. She was there, black slacks and black blouse, open in the front. There was no question in his mind that she would be dressed as such. He could see her milk white skin almost shine between the folds of the open black fabric. She turned to walk toward the darkened window. She got to the edge of the fence, maybe 10 feet when a fortuitous breeze blew across the lawn. The left side of the blouse lifted from her full chest and landed on the side. The swaying of her tits prevented it from returning to its original placement. He smiled. She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was watching. She kept her arms at her side, resisting the urge to cover herself. She hoped no one on the street was looking out the window. As she walked, the other side of the blouse worked its way to the side as well, so that as she took the last dozen steps to the door, the black blouse was framing two very white, very uncovered breasts. The cool night air had the expected effect and she felt both nipples get tight. She got the door, and he waited to open it. He reveled in the sight of her bare tits in the moonlit night. He opened the door and she quickly stepped inside. He greeted her as he always did with a friendly hug and said he was glad she was there. He didn’t need any other words, and with his head, he gestured through the door. She obeyed his unspoken instructions and silently she walked to the other room. Through the kitchen and into the living room, he watched her walk. She didn’t hesitate and more importantly, she didn’t cover anything. He gave her a 30 second head start, just to prolong the anticipation. He grabbed a couple of cold water bottles and followed her in. She was standing in the middle of the room, with her back to the door. She stood erect, hands at her sides. He set the bottles down and slowly walked behind her. The room was lit only by the darkened television screen softly playing music. The subdued light of the screen made her very white skin almost ethereal. And that appealed to him very much. He lifted her long, brown hair, wrapped it around one hand and used it to lightly tilt her head to the side. He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck and she shuddered. He placed the other hand on the collar of her blouse and pulled it off. It was sudden, not necessarily rough, but he performed the action with authority and she offered no resistance. He let go of her hair, reached around and placed one hand on each white, round breast. He kneaded the flesh as she relaxed her head in pleasure. Needing no further encouragement, he took her neck in his mouth, feeling the pressure of his open jaws against her pliant flesh. The pressure, intense and powerful, not biting or painful, causing her to tremble. He felt it and closed his mouth on her harder. She moaned in that pain-pleasure way that drove him to want to devour her. There was an art to this, and he had spent time mastering it. He could bite applying enough pressure to reduce her to mush without leaving a mark. Her head tilted back, she looked dreamily at him as he turned her towards him. She stood there, topless in the ambient light awaiting instructions. He didn’t disappoint her, but he put it on her, asking “why did you come tonight?” To which she immediately responded “because you told me to, and I like to please you.” He neutrally replied “then do so.” She unbuttoned his shirt carefully, helping him slip out of it and then she dropped to her knees to undo his pants. She helped guide them off of his legs and then she proceeded to please him. Her mouth was warm as she slid it over his erect cock. He had no idea where she learned to do this so well, maybe someday he would ask. Her lips closed around him and she slowly drew him all the way in. She slid back and forth several times getting him wet. She flicked her tongue along the underside as she stroked him. She started off slowly, allowing him to get even harder, even larger. She kissed the tip and circled it with her tongue – all the while she stared up at him seeking his unspoken approval. He placed his hands in her hair and guided her on and off him in a steady pace. She followed the lead and stroked him. She only used her mouth, so her hands massaged his thighs, his calves and up his belly. She never let him fall from her lips no matter how far she withdrew. It had been a while, he was beginning to feel the effects of her ministrations. He bent down and grabbed a nipple between his fingers and squeezed, eliciting a small yelp, muffled by the sound of his cock in her mouth. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her away enough to sit down on the sofa. She obediently turned and climbed between his legs. She started stroking again, slowly, tip to base. He loved that she could take all of him, not a small feat, considering he was over 7 inches when erect. He could feel the back of her throat and her lips mashed against his groin. All the while, her eyes never lost focus on his. He felt her tongue rubbing him, stroking him as her lips squeezed him. She slowed her pace even more and he felt like he was losing control of the pacing. He rectified that by reaching forward and pinching her nipples. She understood the silent command and began stroking him at a faster pace. He pinched harder, she went faster, so he pinched even harder, not releasing them until she stroked him at a feverish pace. He reached down and gathered her hair, holding it away from her mouth sliding up and down on his cock. She continued driving him in and out of her wet mouth and he knew he needed a regroup if he wanted this to go on – and he did. Pulling her hair, he pulled her off of him and pushed her back onto the floor. He proceeded to focus his attention on those white tits laying open in the dim light. He laved, he bit, he sucked – he feasted. The nipples, her areolas, the flesh of her 38DDs – his mouth claimed her flesh. She moaned, she arched against him; she began to writhe. Her obvious pleasure drove him to show her how powerful he became from her attention. Rising above her, he drove his stiff cock into her mouth. He drove, in, out, fast, slow – allowing her no control, only requiring her to take him, which of course she did. He drove his groin against her lips knowing he was buried as deep in her mouth as was possible. She didn’t resist, she just opened to him, welcoming his demonstration of power. He lifted his hips from her face and stood in front of her. She rose on her knees and continued pleasuring him. She guided him in and out only with her mouth. Her hands reached up to cup his balls. She fondled them gently, reverently as her mouth stroked him in a well practiced motion. He looked down at her upturned face to find her eyes staring up at him. He smiled, and she increased the pace. His hands went to her hair as he showed her that he wanted more – faster, deeper. She obeyed. In and out he slid between her wet lips. He could feel the pressure growing. He knew he could take a break again and prolong this more, but it had been a while and he knew she would come again, so he gave in. His hands tight in her hair, he fucked her mouth hard hitting the back of her throat and pulling out just to drive back in again. Again and again, and each time, she welcomed his cock in her wet lips. Then knowing he couldn’t hold back any longer, he let go of her hair. Sensing it, she took over, stroking him with increased pressure till he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed the initial burst then proceeded to suck him dry. Her continued sucking on his throbbing cock prolonged the orgasm just enough. When she felt him relax, the after shocks subside, she sat back, still on her knees. He sat on the sofa and she climbed up beside him. She was still looking at him as he said, “thanks, I needed that.”

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