2006
inspired by "Who’s On Top?"
I am stuck with one of the Queer Film Festival sessions in mind. It’s called “Who’s on top?” and it has me pondering and knotted up.
I lure you into the women’s toilets and into a free cubicle; lucky for you the cinema’s are full, packed with people too busy munching on popcorn and slurping on Coke to need the amenities.
The door gets shut, my hand is on the back of your neck and you are pinned to the wall.
“You’ve been a very bad boi haven’t you?” (You nod)
“Well I am going to show you what happens to naughty bois who play with themselves without permission.”
My left hand stays on the back of your neck as my right snakes round to undo your belt and unfasten the dark denim.
“Put your hands on the wall near your shoulders. I wouldn’t want any interference and I know you sure as hell won’t try anything silly while you receive the punishment you deserve.”
I add a little more pressure to your neck as my hips meet your ass, my hand slides down your Bonds and you finally moan in agreement.
“See that wasn’t so bad was it?”
The puppy dog whimpers starts as my fingers rub your clit relentlessly, occasionally dipping into your cunt, but only to return to the hard nub that you’ve been playing with since I’ve been gone. I feel your body relax, your legs starting to buckle, and you cunt is being worked up into a lather. My free hand leaves your neck as I prepare for the second part of your punishment. In my pocket I pull out a glove and lube, expertly I slip the latex on, add some lube and smile wickedly to myself. I slow down my pace as your moans get louder and you start to plead for me to let you cum.
“Not yet my dear, I have one more trick up my sleeve for you.”
As my right hand massages your clit my left starts on your ass, slowly relaxing you and then sliding my finger in. You gasp and I feel your body start to go into overdrive. You no longer care who hears you.
“Fuck me…please make me come!”
You push up against me, my finger inside your ass angling towards your G-spot as my quick fingers continue rubbing your clit towards bliss.
“Oh shit I’m cumming….!”
As you come my finger presses down firmly on your clit as your orgasm is extended and your body rocks with the pulsating of your cunt.Seconds that feel like minutes pass, your body relaxes again, and I spin you around and embrace you into me.
“What a good boi you’ve been. I am so proud of you.”
I cover your face in kisses, tasting your lips and stroking the back of your neck. We tidy up and walk out, me in my tartan skirt with big boots and you in your ‘butch’ outfit. Who would have known?
