Marianne
I went home early that Friday; Leyla had been put on a new project. She wouldn't be home until 10:00.
While preparing a small dinner (quite "girls" dinner) of Italian inspiration, I thought about the course of this evening. Don't forget the wine, Leyla had confessed to me her taste for good wines and was refreshing my favorite white wine, one that no one could not love, Puligny-Montrachet.
Start by relaxing with a glass. My furious desire to make love to her made me build up scenarios when I knew from experience that my desire would result in skipping those steps I was patiently building. No matter, I liked to imagine situations, acts.
When I thought about it, these constructions were mostly intended for submissives; Leyla was not (yet) and there was no question of rushing her. I didn't want to, because I was sure she wasn't ready.
Come on Marianne, just test her!
Test her anyway, yes. I'll talk to her, I'll get her, without manipulation, to talk to me too. I could go a little further by showing her some videos, gleaned from the networks, those of those stagings that I liked so much.
At 8:30 she sent me a message.
"I'm sorry, I won't have time to change.
I remembered her outfit of the day, a wise and light dress that fit her so well.
"But you look very pretty in that dress!
-Thank you, but I was thinking more about the fact that I wouldn't be able to freshen up, ... you know what I mean
-I know what you mean; I prefer.
- What do you mean?
Maybe it was already time to share with Leyla my taste for women's "perfumes". I never liked to hide my fetishes with my lovers, even less with her.
-I think you understand my little darling
-Uh huh... yes I think I do. I can't wait to see you.
-I can't wait to see you either. Come quickly.
-I didn't ask you but I could sleep at your place? I told my parents that I'll sleep at a friend's house.
-Of course, I'd love to.
I rarely invited anyone to sleep over, Blanche was one of them and Leyla was one of them, I only dreamed about it.
Leyla rang a little early. It took us a long time to leave the kiss we shared, standing in the hallway, pressed against each other. Our tongues rolled around, I sucked her lips, swallowed her saliva, we couldn't take our mouths off.
Finally, satisfied with this first kiss, I guided her towards the living room where I had arranged our meal. I went to open the bottle, her eyes shone while deciphering the label: "I love this wine, thank you".
Thirsty from our kiss as much as from the desire to feel the beverage do its effects, we drank greedily one then two glasses.
Our eyes, full of envy crossed while we nibbled, but one as the other wanted to make this pleasure last, that of the wait.
"Raise your dress a little, and spread your legs.
Leyla complied; I could see her pretty black panties and of course I revealed myself too, I had no bottom.
Our eyes were fixed, hers was overflowing with desire.
"Take off your panties and put them on the table.
Standing, she removed it and wanted to deposit it in ball.
"Put it flat, gusset visible and return to sit.
Embarrassed, she did so.
We were munching strawberries, each other in an indecent position, I was leading the game but I did not want to go too far tonight.
Come-please".
She got up, came to kneel and lifting my dress, she approached her face. I slowly opened my thighs, moved to the edge of the chair. I felt her warm breath on my sex and with my two hands embracing her head I accompanied her with softness towards these wet lips.
His caress began with tenderness, his lips by small touches absorbed mine, lengthily. Me almost lying down, I let me make, the closed eyes. I felt more intensely the movements of his mouth. Her tongue went along my thighs to reach the groin that she licked one after the other; she took her time. With her fingers she opened my pussy with slowness and precaution, put her tongue, without moving and I could not prevent myself from raising the basin to rub me there. I had to restrain myself. I rested the buttocks on the armchair, in waiting. She opened my pussy again.
"You're so wet, I'd like to drink it!"
I was content to remain thus leaving it to its contemplation, would come the time of the unleashing, close. Her tongue then took hold of my vulva, all my vulva, penetrating each fold, waving on my button, going down to lick my cyprine, coming back; I was not going to resist for a long time to this ballet.
I slipped towards the ground, of a pressure on her size she turned over; we were still dressed, raised skirts. The arms passed around her thighs, I approached my face, intoxicated me of its odor and, of my words "released" it of this embarrassment expressed earlier of the office:
"I love your smell.
-I love your smell too".
One of my fingers put on its small hole, wet and tight, in my turn I applied my tongue on its mucous membranes, I repaid me of its intimacy offered widely in front of me. To the excitement of our reunion was added the one that we had carefully maintained this evening and it took us little time to cum under our mouths.
We remained thus, entwined between our thighs, mouths posed on our lips, still collecting with softness, of the end of our languages our limpid secretions.
"Let us go in the room but before let us arrange a little "
Upright, I removed skirt and T-shirt and helped it to unbutton its dress. Naked, in the arms of the one of the other, I kissed her neck, her cheeks before mixing our mouths, our breasts touched, tightened, we felt our nipples pointing; smaller than me, I seized her breasts and approached her areolas of mine; our dark and hard points rubbed themselves carrying a sublime excitation.
Always pragmatic (and a little manic!), I detached myself.
"Come on, let's tidy up before we go to the bedroom; I hate finding reliefs in the morning at breakfast."
It was obviously with regret that she complied with this little task (me too) but it allowed me to see her evolve naked in front of me; I stood behind her, watching her round buttocks, her breasts move, seeing her squat in front of the dishwasher, how promising it all was!
It was quickly done and hand in hand I guided her towards the bedroom.
On purpose, I had not taken out any toys on the bed; I don't mean those of the dominatrix but simply dildos. I wanted to open my drawer in front of her.
She was attentive to my gesture and observed me to choose a dildo; after a false hesitation I also took a small plug and my dildo-belt what was more daring, I suspected it, for her.
I had taken my time leaving her the leisure to detail the contents of this "box of mischief"; she made no comment.
Lying down, my toys within reach, our kisses resumed like our caresses. Our fingers plunged in our vaginas penetrated in turn in our mouths, caressed our lips. I jerked her off, two of my fingers having made their way into her still narrow cunt, a third was turning insistently on her little hole. She came in front of me, pushing to help me, to invite me; her wetness which flowed abundantly followed her furrow, her natural lubricant acted, my finger was engulfed.
His basin, undulated with the rhythm of my fingers, me, raised, sunk by jerks on his fingers; beaded on his front and between his breasts the drops that the heat of the desire made be born. I liked these moments, to feel the pleasure rising, to wish that they never finish. Leyla, the closed eyelids, had a short breath while the movements of her basin became more disordered. I gently took my finger out of her little hole, grabbed the plug and pushed it into her mouth.
After a brief gasp of surprise, her eyes met mine, she closed her eyes and licked it for a long time.
When I removed it from her mouth and approached her destination, naturally she raised her thighs. I straddled her, put my pussy over her mouth and began a slow penetration. The plug was really small and it penetrated without much difficulty to the bulge; eager, she did not weaken. I bent down to lick her clit, her excitement was rising, her ass slowly expanded to finally absorb the silicone member.
I lifted myself up to lie beside her again.
"Do you like your ass filled?"
Leyla was already at a point of no return, she nodded as a slight smile floated across her face.
"Marianne, I feel so good, I want to feel you inside me even more.
- Hmmm yes my Leyla, I'm going to come, you're going to be all mine"
My dildo-belt fixed, my mouth on hers, I guided my "member" between her thighs. I felt myself penetrating her until our pubes touched. I made then gently come and go the plug by ploughing gently her pussy.
The low and weak moan left of her throat, became a long moan, I put a finger on her clit that I perceived turgid; the moan became a cry, she shook her head, her orgasm did not finish.
When I withdrew myself with precaution and left gently the cone of her buttocks, Leyla, mumbled incomprehensible words. I caressed her face bathed in perspiration and kissed her. Her arms went around me as if to smother me.
"I was selfish, I let myself go but you made me come so much!
-Nothing makes me happier you know. Let's take a little break " Puligny ".
-Ha ha ha, yes of course but leave me another five minutes; I'm not sure I can stand it!
It made us laugh a lot.
Sitting on the carpet cross-legged in front of each other, Leyla had lost all modesty. With a glass of wine in her hand, she was coming to her senses, I, warmed up by this long session, was burning to make love again.
"These things you did to me, I didn't know it was so good...
-I love that you love.
-Do you like it too?
She didn't want to say the word sodomy, I didn't blame her.
-Yes, you know that, but I like everything or almost.
-What is almost?
-Scat is taboo for me, as are violence and blood; I'm not talking about menstruation, of course.
I saw her blush at my frankness and the words, if not crude, at least precise, that I had used.
-.... Yes, well, yes, I understand. But, you.... No, nothing. Pour me some more wine, I need it. She laughed.
I went with her and she continued.
"You know, I saw what was in your drawer.
-I can see that, you curious little thing!
She smiled that mischievous smile that made me cringe, and I couldn't help but lean in and kiss her.
"Well, I don't even know what all those instruments you have are for; some yes, some no.
-Do you want to watch a video, a video of these games?
-I'd love to.
Settled on the couch, snuggled up together, I played a video that I knew well, I had watched it often.
In German with subtitles, a rather buxom domina was accompanied by a young woman. The film was set in the mistress's "dungeon". On a long table were lined up objects that I owned, while the wall was lined with swords, whips and all kinds of whips. In the first act, the young woman, subjected to a detailed examination, had a pump installed. I accelerated the unfolding of the film to reach the result, I turned the head to catch the glance of Leyla who had the eyes riveted on the screen. There followed a long "work" of the pussy and breasts. The video also included scenes of uro. At one point, during the viewing, Leyla grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch; this gesture was not accompanied by a look or a word.
I stopped the film.
"You now know more about what can be done with the contents of this drawer.
Leyla, whom I felt perplexed as if attracted, said to me
"Yes, I find it exciting but you will forgive me if I tell you that I am not ready?
-My Leyla, of course, it is not what I want today".
She hugged herself to me.
"I'm good with you.
-I'm so good with you too.
-You don't mind if I don't want to do all this?
-No, not at all.
-Maybe one day
-Maybe one day but now I want you
Let's go to the bedroom.
Kisses and caresses resumed their rights; we were both really wet and the noise of our fingers added an element of excitement to our embrace.
"I'd like to wear your... belt.
He still had the modesty of words.
I helped him to fix it.
Lying on her back, I wanted at first to look at her face during the act; she lowered her eyes at first, a little awkward with this appendage. I helped her with my hands, and I took an offered pose, I spread my lips of my fingers to indicate to her that I waited for it. She slid without difficulty to the bottom of my pussy and came to lie down on my body, to kiss me.
She printed light movements of her basin; it was a moment of tenderness and pleasure, I caressed her breasts, her buttocks. I let her get used to take me.
When I felt my pleasure rising, I turned over on all fours. She penetrated again and accompanied my movements of the basin; her rhythm accelerated.
"Come in my ass.
Barely out, her member sank with softness in my base.
After a moment, she returned of herself in my pussy. I did not hold back any longer. The hand carried on my clit, I cum noisily.
"Come against me.
I heard the click of the straps and Leyla came to stick to me, the happy look.
It was late. Naked in each other's arms we fell asleep, fulfilled.
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