The Man In The Grey Suit The Candle
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Submissive Goes Candle Shopping free porn video
M: “Come shopping with me tomorrow, I need to buy some candles, leather, toiletries. Then let’s head to the race course.”
F: “Ok”, you said.
M: “Just the black one piece.”
Our conversations were pretty one directional, always post 10 pm and ended with you replying with a syllable, unless I was in a different mood.
You thought my leather jacket had given some great times, and was wearing out – so decided I wanted to get a new one. You had heard me talk about getting as new electric toothbrush too.
You heard a car revving up outside your gate. No lipstick. You know I liked the natural look. Naked face. Naked at home, available at an arms distance. A stretched out a hand with a finger up meaning you had to sit on it, as I would finger it, take it to my tongue, taste it and slap your ass like a good pet.
You remember I said just the black one piece, and you knew what that meant. No panties today.
M:” hi x”
We kissed, as you got in. Took your wet fingers to my nose.
You could hear me take a deep breath, and take in the aroma of pussy. As instructed – it became a habit that didn’t need reminding. One sniff and I knew what you needed and how badly. It didn’t matter where or when. It was your way of signaling. As natural as drinking water. A level of intimacy that only existed between the two of us. And your way of showing your submission of your body, and soul to your lustful lover.
There was never any love making in the car. At least not unless on long drives. You knew there wouldn’t be any fondling. Because I was driving. I was in control anyway, and the foreplay – that would come when we got to where I wanted us to go.
You realized we were going to the mall first. And you loved a man taking you shopping, but also one who shopped for himself rather than tagging along.
The candles section was close, the scents and aroma’s were getting stronger.
M:” which colour?”
F:” the left one?”
I dropped both into the bag.
You loved that it was going to be a romantic night, as we passed through the flowers.
“Rather pay for the real thing” – you thought as we wound up at the plastic flowers section.
You knew I kept my mostache trimmed. We passed the electric razors, and you considered if you could consider shaving under my jocks with a real scissors rather than with an electric one like you used to once a week.
“For curly hair” you read out – grabbing the attention of the salesman already following your ass since you walked in; wondering which one of us had curls.
Some of you friends had started using Electric tooth brushes. You were running out batteries though, a wireless charging one would be great.
We approached the billing counter, picking up a bunch of different condom packs too. You liked the new model but they were already running out.
F: “The mega pack, comes with a discount”, you told me as some
Aunties walked by nodding unapprovingly.
As we checked out – the lingerie section was next. You tried out a few models for me. You always wanted a netted crotch less one that the shop has specially ordered for us a month back, Apart from the long trying out sessions – we were actually good business for them, and we had fantasized about inviting the owner to the flat too for more reasons than one.
We had a quick bite and ice tea at the only decent bistro bar there, and decided to catch the usual happy hours “Long Island ice tea” offer. The manager took our bags – it was a regular habit to drop our bags, have one round of drinks, catch a movie, come back for the second complimentary round before heading out.
The routine in the theatre was again not dramatic. You wrapped in my arms, squeezing your upper body so that I can see and smell your cleavage when I want to. The long lick across your shoulder blade to your chin, relishing the meat about to be savoured. My hand cupping you and training you how to watch a movie with your nipples caught between a man’s fingers. Milking and massaging. Your tongue in my ears showing a preview of what is to come when darkness falls.
2 hours and with adequate tasty sampling, we hit the road again, dropped by the stable, where my friend showed us the horses. And you saw me taking a bag from the manager.
It was a good thing the car always had an extra pair of your clothes. Riding a horse was exhilarating. You had your favourite. And was proud to show off your skills as I sat from a distance in admiration.
It was getting dark. We bid farewell to the beauties. We were back in the flat an hour later. Waiting to get behind closed doors.
I closed the door, you unzipped your dress, and I sat down on the sofa. You knelt on the ground. You took off my socks, pants. Lit the candles, around the sofa and started to blow me on all four. I looked at the clock, it was 8, which meant at 8.15 when the candles were warm enough – the flat end would go into your ass, while one end was still burning. At 8.30 the inverted electric toothbrush would go into your slippery pussy vibrating, by 8.45 you would deep throat me to my balls and by 9, we would make sweet love with a freshly tanned leather collar around your neck as I hold your hair tight and fucked you from behind with you on all four.
And then as the scent of our candles fizzled – it would be replaced with that of our sweaty naked bodies, leather and the primal lovemaking that reminded you my pet – what “candle shopping” really meant.
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Bess
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