Just one night

I stood at the top of the staircase, butterflies flitting around my stomach. The first stroke of midnight echoed around the hall from the old grandfather clock. I took a deep breath. Any second now he would be here. The second stroke made its echoing journey around the hall. I pushed my hair back from my face. This was it. Tonight I was finally going to make him mine. The clock struck twelve times, and with perfect timing the door handle turned on the final stroke. I took another deep breath: he was here.

He walked into the hall, looking around him, not knowing what to expect. He didn't see me up at the top of the stairs. I stepped forward. The click the heel of my black leather boot made on the wooden stair made him look up. He gasped. He'd never seen me like this before. His eyes travelled up my body, taking in what I wore. The black thigh high leather boots, fishnet stockings attached to the black satin garter belt. There were tiny black silk shorts barely covering my pussy, a black satin corset showing off my curves and leather fingerless gloves snaking up my arms. A black silk ribbon loosely tied back most of the hazel curls that drifted over my shoulders. I slowly descended the staircase. When I reached him I took his hand in mine and led him through a door to the right.

The room was dark. There were just two pieces of furniture. A bed to one side covered in a cream silk cover, and a wooden chair in the middle of the floor. Once in the room I pulled off his t-shirt then led him to the chair. He sat. Moving behind him I took the ribbon from my hair and used it to tie his wrists behind the back of the chair. Back in front of him I sat on his lap straddling him. Running my fingers through his hair I leaned in to kiss him. For a while I just kissed him, our tongues flicking lightly against each other. Eventually I moved down, gently kissing his neck, drifting my lips over his skin. I circled my tongue around his nipples as my fingers unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. I knelt in front of him, looking into his eyes whilst I finished removing his clothes. I kept our eyes locked together as I took his already hard cock in my hand and kept that gaze until he could look at me no longer, closing his eyes as a tiny groan of pleasure escaped his lips. I dipped my head. My tongue reached out for him, brushing the head of his cock lightly. I took him in my mouth, taking him in deep, running my tongue along his length, savouring the feel and the taste of him.

I could hear his breathing and the tiny murmurs of pleasure. He was so hard in my mouth. My expert lips and tongue forced him quickly to lose control. I wanted him to cum; willed him to fill my mouth with the taste of him. With one last long lick from my tongue, one last long suck, he did. I swirled my tongue over him, making sure I got every last drop, letting his cum glide silkily down my throat. I looked up at him as I slowly let his cock leave my mouth.


I moved back up to sit on his lap again. One arm wrapped around his neck, gently stroking the soft skin, winding my fingers around his hair. The other slipped down my body, my eyes following the path of my fingers. His gaze followed. I slid my fingers inside my little black shorts and softly began to rub my clit, already swollen and ready as my body had responded to the feel of his cock in my mouth. I dipped my fingers into my soaking wet pussy, dripping at the very thought of him. I looked back into his eyes as I brought my hand back up, pressing my wet fingers to his lips. He let them part, taking my fingers into his mouth, softly swirling his tongue around them.

I took my hand down again and continued to rub gently against my clit. I leaned in to kiss him, letting my moans get lost in his mouth. My body responded quickly, my expert fingers pulling pleasure from deep inside me. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. My breath became faster. I pulled back from him and let him watch as I let the warm waves of pleasure take over my body. I moaned softly, breathing his name ever so quietly. I could feel my cum seeping through to his legs beneath me. I could feel his cock becoming harder again. My hand quickly left my clit, pulled my underwear to one side and within a heartbeat I slid his cock inside me, slipping in easily because I was so very, very wet.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, moved my hips in a gentle rhythm. Sometimes my eyes closed, taking in the pleasure and the feel of him so deep inside me. At other times I looked into his eyes; his dreamy brown eyes. I took my time, kept the rhythm. Occasionally I kissed him, his lips or his neck; just gentle kisses. Perfect.

Rocking my hips back and forth I slowly led him again to a wonderful climax. He filled my pussy with his cum as it pulsed around him, waves of pleasure flowing through my body too. I reached behind him and untied the ribbon, freeing his hands. Leaning my head on his shoulder, I whispered into his ear: “Let’s go to bed now.”