He had me put on a sexy, red, panty-less corset with a pair of matching heels. The six-inch strappy sandals arched my feet, pushing my generous butt back and filling my mind with the thought of being a hooker giving her favorite client a free birthday treat. Stepping into the dimly lit bedroom, I leaned against the wall and lifted a leg, offering him a clear view of my freshly shaved pussy. His cock stiffened in appreciation, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. I moved slowly toward him, one foot in front of the other, and asked him what he wanted.
He sat up, a naked god with perfect pecs and a hard abdomen that led down to a magnificent cock lying in a bed of dark curls. I grabbed a condom from a drawer, put it in my mouth, and slid it over his magnificent length with a single, smooth motion. He sighed and pulled my head closer. His musky scent made me dizzy as I sucked his cock like my favorite piece of candy. Sighs became moans as, in a moment of pure passion, he tore the corset from my breasts and began to play with my brown nipples. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his hips began to move, and he threw his head back, letting his rigid cock drive out all rational thought. He could only think of my complete submission to his pleasure. I knew he was close to coming. I sucked the last bit of him in, and he spurted into the condom. Groans of climax filled the air, making my own clit swell with anticipation. I let go of his cock with a pop and smiled, satisfied that it was still hard as a rock. He had traded me Viagra for the red heels, and he was going to be eager for a long time.
Smiling at me, he lay back on the bed. I took off the used condom and, with a caress, put a new one on. He smacked my bare bottom hard, then told me to take him all the way in. His hard shaft found its way into my pussy’s softest regions, getting familiar with the eager G-spot that was sending powerful shivers of delight up my spine. I pushed down hard and shivered as his cock silently started to service me. I bounced up and down on him, taking a sharp breath as he held me still and began to play with my clit. His skillful fingers stroked my swollen clitoris, making my body tremble with pleasure that surged through me, filling my mind with hot flames of passion. I gasped, grabbed his hands, and held them as I began to ride him again, hard and fast. It had been so long since we had sex with such abandon.
Their three-year-old had been a handful for the last few weeks, and when he finally fell asleep, Joseph hadn’t been able to leave his work. But now we had the house to ourselves, finally able to have sex with wild abandon, knowing there would be no interruptions for the night. As I neared climax, my breathing became shallow and my eyes fluttered closed. Just then, he pulled me into a tight hug and rolled me under him, driving his cock in even harder, making my labia pull him in deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist and saw my red heels crossed like scarlet claws. The sight was so erotic that I came hard and fast. A wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I was consumed by the climax. But that wasn’t it; he was still hard inside me, thanks to the Viagra.
With a devilish smile, he pulled back slightly and put my left thigh on his shoulder. With his cock still inside me, he ran his hand from my calf to my thigh, then touched the spot where we were joined. He touched his condom-covered cock and then the sensitive lips of my pussy, which were kissing his sheath. He began to move slowly, his hand still there, caressing and teasing my nether lips until they quivered all over again. He was the master, and I was his whore. He wanted to brand the raw passion of the night so deeply into my mind that I would remember it whenever we met again. Heaving and panting, he labored inside me with slow, powerful thrusts.
His hands, strong as an ox, covered my bare butt and pulled my grinding hips closer. I watched his face contort with a loss of control, his eyes burning into mine. To tease him, I ran my hands over the red corset and slowly grabbed my breasts, which were bouncing to the rhythm of our dance. He watched me rub my already hard nipples, and a low hiss escaped his lips. Pushing my leg down, he flipped me over and entered me from behind. Grabbing my clit, he began to play with me as my ass welcomed his brutal entry. The mix of pain and pleasure made me cry out, my senses on fire as I came again and again. Just as suddenly, he pulled out and squirted his warm cum all over the back of the corset. The sneaky bastard! He had taken off the condom! But I was too satisfied to be mad. He rolled away, smacked my butt, and lay back on his pillow with his arms behind his head. I sat up and stared at him for a minute. He gestured to the bathroom, telling me to shower, but I had something else to do. I had to clean his cum from that delicate corset.
Taking it off, I walked into the bright light of the bathroom and washed the lacy lingerie in the sink. Its deep red color shimmered as his white cum slowly went down the drain with the soap. I sighed, gently wrung out the water, and put the corset in the dryer. My T-shirt and jeans were on the floor where I had thrown them to become a “sex goddess.” I put on my clothes and became a regular woman again. Stepping out of the bathroom, I found him fast asleep. I tiptoed into the nursery and found the little one sleeping like an angel, and my heart went out to him. Walking down the stairs, I grabbed my car keys and left.
As I got into the car, the sun was coming up. I knew I had a few minutes to get away before his wife came back from her hospital shift. Driving away from their perfect little beach house, a wicked smile crossed my face as I realized his wife’s corset was still in the dryer, and I was wearing her red shoes. He would have a hard time explaining the missing items. That, I decided, was the price he had to pay for using the babysitter for his late-night shifts.
