Poor soul, if only she knew, I muse to myself with a tiny smile. We’re getting some lunch and I’m behind with the stroller and my husband is ordering up at the front. The girl at the front is obviously attracted to him and has the tip of her pencil against her lips. She keeps batting her eyes and smiling goofily.
“I’ll take a double bacon cheeseburger and–” he turns to me. “What do you want, babe?” Of course X is oblivious to this poor dame’s infatuation.
“I’ll have a spicy chicken sandwich,” I say.
The girl’s face immediately clouds with disappointment, the pencil drops from her lips. She looks at the kids and me and then sighs.
Trust me, he’s married and has very specific tastes, honey. My secret life is not something most would guess.
We walk off with our food and I ask him, “Didn’t you notice that girl at the counter?”
“What about her?”
“She was practically begging for your number,” I shake my head. “Poor thing.”
“What do you mean?” Xavier laughs.
“I mean the way she had her pencil in her mouth and her eyelashes kept batting,” I laugh.
“She had her pencil in her mouth?” X rolls his eyes. “Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that.” His hand drops to my backside after we’ve put the kids in the car and are about to take off. While squeezing one of my ass cheeks, he whispers in my ear so our children can’t hear, “Silver, when we get home I’m going to tear into this.”
I heat up both in my face and between my legs. All I can think about as we get the kids ready for bed is what he’d whispered. Once we’re done he tells me he’ll wait in our room while I get ready.
Because I want to make this special I get my collar on and put on a little white thong with ribbons on the sides. It’s funny how different each man is, some love lingerie, others are not as crazy about it. Lord X is one of those guys who doesn’t have much of a fetish for lingerie. He likes me best to come in the room wearing only my collar and thong, but this time I put some nipple jewelry on, I don’t have pierced nipples, but I have the clip on kind which is just as good if not better. The little jewels hanging from the golden clips sway and jingle as I walk. I know it will please my lordship. Finally I tie my hair up in a pony tail so my hair doesn’t get in our mouths or our eyes during the scene. Lord X requires me to either have my hair in a ponytail or short because of this. I’m ready so I walk into our room. Lord X is already deliciously naked on our bed, lounging against the headboard and stroking his cock. His eyes are on me with fire in them. I know am I gonna get it hard tonight and my pussy tingles in anticipation. He stops stroking his cock, but stops to lift my leash up, holding it taut, my eyes gaze over the leather handle which connects to a gold chain, and a fastener on the end for my collar. Lord X has jazz music playing in the background in our room.
Mmm. Perfection.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, then his tone turns sexily authoritative, “Dance for me so I can see those jewels in action.”
“Yes, my lord,” I respond and I dance slowly, swaying my hips first then letting the movement continue up my waist and finally my breasts are bouncing to the movement. My arms stretch and circle above my head and I shimmy. Every time the jewelry jingles I feel the small weight of them moving under my nipples. It is enough to make between my legs gush with moisture.
Lord X continues to stroke himself. He obviously likes what he sees. His huge cock is a sight to see. I can’t wait to feel that hot, hard heat inside me.
“Come here,” Lord X commands, his hand outstretched toward me. I move over to him and take his hand in my own.
He clips the delicate chain to my collar and reels me in to him by wrapping it around his wrist. We are face to face and he runs a finger under my chin, tilting me up against his mouth. We kiss, his tongue is inside my mouth and I suck on it like I would his cock, then I meet his tongue with my own. His fingers reach up and tug on the nipple jewelry sending shivers of pleasure all the way down to my toes. My body is heated and ready for my lord. I’m completely under his control. I can feel my mind letting go and slipping into sub space. Whatever his lordship wants…
“I’ll take a double bacon cheeseburger and–” he turns to me. “What do you want, babe?” Of course X is oblivious to this poor dame’s infatuation.
“I’ll have a spicy chicken sandwich,” I say.
The girl’s face immediately clouds with disappointment, the pencil drops from her lips. She looks at the kids and me and then sighs.
Trust me, he’s married and has very specific tastes, honey. My secret life is not something most would guess.
We walk off with our food and I ask him, “Didn’t you notice that girl at the counter?”
“What about her?”
“She was practically begging for your number,” I shake my head. “Poor thing.”
“What do you mean?” Xavier laughs.
“I mean the way she had her pencil in her mouth and her eyelashes kept batting,” I laugh.
“She had her pencil in her mouth?” X rolls his eyes. “Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that.” His hand drops to my backside after we’ve put the kids in the car and are about to take off. While squeezing one of my ass cheeks, he whispers in my ear so our children can’t hear, “Silver, when we get home I’m going to tear into this.”
I heat up both in my face and between my legs. All I can think about as we get the kids ready for bed is what he’d whispered. Once we’re done he tells me he’ll wait in our room while I get ready.
Because I want to make this special I get my collar on and put on a little white thong with ribbons on the sides. It’s funny how different each man is, some love lingerie, others are not as crazy about it. Lord X is one of those guys who doesn’t have much of a fetish for lingerie. He likes me best to come in the room wearing only my collar and thong, but this time I put some nipple jewelry on, I don’t have pierced nipples, but I have the clip on kind which is just as good if not better. The little jewels hanging from the golden clips sway and jingle as I walk. I know it will please my lordship. Finally I tie my hair up in a pony tail so my hair doesn’t get in our mouths or our eyes during the scene. Lord X requires me to either have my hair in a ponytail or short because of this. I’m ready so I walk into our room. Lord X is already deliciously naked on our bed, lounging against the headboard and stroking his cock. His eyes are on me with fire in them. I know am I gonna get it hard tonight and my pussy tingles in anticipation. He stops stroking his cock, but stops to lift my leash up, holding it taut, my eyes gaze over the leather handle which connects to a gold chain, and a fastener on the end for my collar. Lord X has jazz music playing in the background in our room.
Mmm. Perfection.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, then his tone turns sexily authoritative, “Dance for me so I can see those jewels in action.”
“Yes, my lord,” I respond and I dance slowly, swaying my hips first then letting the movement continue up my waist and finally my breasts are bouncing to the movement. My arms stretch and circle above my head and I shimmy. Every time the jewelry jingles I feel the small weight of them moving under my nipples. It is enough to make between my legs gush with moisture.
Lord X continues to stroke himself. He obviously likes what he sees. His huge cock is a sight to see. I can’t wait to feel that hot, hard heat inside me.
“Come here,” Lord X commands, his hand outstretched toward me. I move over to him and take his hand in my own.
He clips the delicate chain to my collar and reels me in to him by wrapping it around his wrist. We are face to face and he runs a finger under my chin, tilting me up against his mouth. We kiss, his tongue is inside my mouth and I suck on it like I would his cock, then I meet his tongue with my own. His fingers reach up and tug on the nipple jewelry sending shivers of pleasure all the way down to my toes. My body is heated and ready for my lord. I’m completely under his control. I can feel my mind letting go and slipping into sub space. Whatever his lordship wants…
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