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Free Fetish Sex Stories - I Love Men In Boxers
"Am I going to get to see you tonight?" I asked him on the phone when he was at work. I might not be able to see him much because he's so busy, but at least I get to talk to him while he's at work.
"I'm not sure. What's my incentive for coming over?" He asked laughing. I could see his grin right over the telephone.
"You will see when you get here," I said. "But it is our one year anniversary, and I do have something planned." I felt a grin fill my face as well.
"That sounds like it might be good," he said. "I think I can find the time." He was laughing, and I knew he was just kidding, well, to some extent.
"I will make it worth it," I said.
"You always do, Darlin'."
I ran out to the store to get a few things, because I wanted everything to be perfect. I had everything all ready when he got there.
The first thing I did was get dinner on the table, complete with grapes, candles, and soft music. Then I got into my outfit. I pinned my hair up on each side and put on a new little black maids outfit. I wore black high heels, a garter, nylons, no bra, and no panties. And in the middle of the table lay a wrapped box with his gift inside, some black, satin boxers.
When I answered the door, I thought his tongue would hit the floor. I felt so good to know that I could make him look at me that way. I carried a feather duster to complete the outfit.
"Right this way. Your seat is waiting for you," I said, in a soft, sexy voice.
"I'd be delighted," he said, following me. He was dressed in those dark tight blue jeans that I so love looking at him in. I kept thinking I should have been following him.
"Wow! This is nice. You went through so much trouble," he said. "I turned and looked at him. From inside his coat, he pulled out a red rose and handed it to me.
"This is beautiful. Thank you," I said, happy to receive the rose.
"I didn't know you were going to do so much."
"It's okay. This is beautiful. Now sit," I said, pushing him seductively back into the chair. I leaned over, the cleavage of my outfit showing tremendously. My bare ass stuck out as I straightened my back when I kissed him. "Dinner is served. Eat before it gets hot." I hesitated on the word hot to emphasize it.
"It's already hot in here," he said, kissing me as he went to touch my breasts, but I teasingly backed away. After standing straight, I used the feather duster to brush lightly between the exposed parts of my breasts.
"It's hard to eat with you like this. I didn't know you had an outfit like that." He took a bite of dinner but kept staring at me.
"I didn't until today," I said, smiling, thinking of how it was worth every penny I spent on it. "Save some room for dessert." I winked as I sat in a seat near him.
As we ate, I let him run his hand up my thigh to my bare, shaven mound. I was already wet. Everything that I was doing for him was turning me on just as much. I slapped his hand a few times as he would try to touch me. "Now stop that. I'm sweet and innocent, you know." I gave him this look like "yeah, sure".
"Sweet maybe, but I would never buy innocent." I went over and sat on his lap, facing and straddling him. I reached way over so my breasts rubbed his face, and got a grape from the bowl. I put it between my breasts and let him fetch it with his mouth. Then I quickly got up and went to sit down again.
"You are making me crazy for you," he said. "I'm so hard, it hurts."
"Wait to see what else I have for you," I said, smiling, almost evilly.
"Let me see it," he said. I reached over and gave him the box. "Here."
"If these are boxers, I'm hiding," he said. I sat hoping he didn't mean it. "Oh, no! It is those boxers." He pulled them from the box and held them up. "I guess since you went through all this trouble, this is the least I could do."
"Exactly," I said, getting up and helping him slowly undress right there by the table. I loved watching him undress. His body turned me on more all the time. To touch him and make love to him was the best part of life.
Once he was undressed, I squatted in front of him as he put his feet in to them. As I pulled them up, I licked up his balls and shaft, then belly button. I stood up to look at him in those boxers. I gasped with surprise to see that he was even more spectacular than I had imagined. "You are so awesome!"
"Come in my room. I have something to show you," I said. I took my feather duster and went in with him. There on the dresser was a pair of leather handcuffs.
"What are those?" He asked.
"Trust me?" I asked. I kept thinking after all this time, he'd better. But then again, you never know anyone until you live with them.
"I think so."
"I don't blame you, but please trust me. Do I look like I'm armed with something bad?" I held up the feather duster for him to view. "I don't even have panties or a bra to hold anything else. I promise I won't hurt you." I gave him that sad face again.
"Stop that. Okay, you can tie me up." He got on the bed, not seeming to be all that happy about it, but doing it for my benefit. He was as hard as could be inside those great satin boxers. They didn't make him look bad at all. They looked great. All I wanted to do was play with him and make him squirm and feel good.
I fastened his wrists to the bedpost while he laid on his back awaiting whatever I had in store. Making him squirm under was a great starting place. I love watching a man squirm.
I sat on his lap facing him, moving my hips and myself over him rather teasingly for him and me.
I could feel his hardness teasing my excited clit. I knew I must have been getting his boxers wet with my excitement. He was helpless under me.
"You look awesome down there wondering what I will do with you. Feel me riding you? You are so hard." I smile wickedly, then took the feather duster and ran it slowly over his body. His nipples immediately grew hard. I love hard nipples on a man. I bent down to bite them lightly. After pulling the boxers down just slightly, I ran the feather duster over his hips and under his arms. He surely did squirm under me and begin to laugh.
My breathing was faster as I teased myself riding him. Then bending down farther with my ass in the air, I pulled my breasts from the outfit, and brought them to his mouth. I pressed them together so he was able to lick and nibble on both of them. I had come to love when he would bite all over my body. It became such a turn on for me.
Moving my hips and sort of sliding up his body, I turned facing his feet and brought my wet, sweet mound to his mouth next, lowering myself over his face. "Taste me, baby. See what you have done to me." I reached between my legs and spread my hairless lips apart for him.
He put his tongue to my clit and wiggled it over me. As fast as he could, he made his tongue dance over me. The urge to lick him was getting to me. Immediately, I brought my mouth down around the shaft and heard Tom moan. He loved it when I sucked on him more than anything, and he loved cumming in my mouth. I wasn't sure if I would let him or not. I just knew while his tongue was making me want to cum on him, then I wanted to make him feel as good. I reached over to the feather duster and let it run over the inside of his thighs and his balls as I continued to suck up and down over him.
Suddenly I got up off his face and sat facing away from him on his lap. It was a different sensation as he slid into me that way. It felt good and made me ride him so he hit hard inside me.
"Ride me until I cum, Darlin'," Tom moaned. It wasn't long before I was squeezing the muscles between my legs tight around him. Deep sighs came from within as I pinched my nipples and sat hard on him. Just then I jumped up off him and put my wetness over his face and put his hardened rod into my mouth. I could taste my sweetness on him and hoped he liked the taste of my cum, too. Taking just a moment, he was loudly moaning in orgasm as it burst into my mouth and down my throat. I shook all over thinking about how he must be feeling and how it felt to have him tasting my cum. It caused me to have another orgasm as I rode over his face. I hoped he could breathe.
I got off of him and turned around, bringing my mouth to his and kissed him, tasting myself. "You felt so good," I said, kissing him over and over. I let him out of the handcuffs and he held me tight.
"You are so good. You are such a tease, but I love it." He was out of breath as he spoke. It was good to hear him like that.
"Still hate your boxers?" I asked as I saw them bunched up around his ankles.
"Not if they cause this kind of treatment," he said, grinning.
"I know you hate it when I say this, but I just have to. I told you so," I said, laughing.
"Yes, you did," he said, setting me on his lap to ride him lightly as we kissed.
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