You've just turned the key in
the front door and opened it about five inches when it is slammed shut again
from the inside. "Erm…" you say, somewhat surprised. "Close
your eyes!" James yells from inside.
"What?" What on earth is he playing at now?
"Close your eyes!" he insists and you obey, the past having taught you
that it's better not to contradict him when he wants something. "Okay, eyes
closed", you announce and he opens the door and pulls you inside.
"Don't laugh!" he orders. "You've having one of your weird days,
darling, aren’t you?" you smile. "Probably, yes" he answers.
"Promise me not to laugh."
"James, I promise you not to laugh. Can I open my eyes now?"
"Alright, open them… Ta-daa!" You look at him, standing in front of
you arms outstretched. The first thing you notice is his eyes. They're neatly
rimmed with black eyeliner (think Richey in the 'Love's Sweet Exile' video), the
lashes heavy with mascara. Then you look down and almost don't believe it - he's
wearing a dress! James is wearing a dress. You know that this is a special,
special gesture he's made, and you fully appreciate it. "You look
brilliant!" you say, beaming at him. He blushes a bit, "You're just
saying that…"
"No, I'm not!" you assure him and put you arms around him. "You
look lovely" you whisper and kiss him softly. Then you start pulling him
towards the bedroom. "Hey, I thought you were going to just sit there and
marvel at me!" he protests. "Erm, no", you shake your head.
"Sorry, James, no way." He grins broadly as you push him onto the bed
and lie down on top of him. "Oooh, not so quick!" he lisps, but you
give him a naughty smile. "What you seem to be forgetting, James" you
say, smoothly spreading his legs with one of yours, "is that I'm the one
wearing the trousers now. Quite literally." And from then on he's a good,
well, girl and lets you mercilessly snog him.
You
unbutton the top of his dress just so much that you can play with his nipples
and lick his firm chest while running one of your hands up his thighs only to
discover something that is quite un-ladylike. "Tut-tut, James, now what
have we got here?" you say, pushing the dress further up so you can caress
his hard cock. He groans when you pull down his Calvins and starts to work his
way underneath your top, but you move swiftly away. "Not yet, babe, ladies
first." But it seems that you went a bit too far with that, since he grabs
you, throws you on your back and lies down on top of you, pinning you into the
mattress. "Just because I'm wearing a dress doesn't mean that I can't fuck
you the way I want,” he growls and proceeds to virtually rip off your clothes
until you're completely naked. He roughly runs his hands all over your body,
from your shoulders over your breasts, down your stomach, between your legs and
back up again, making you writhe underneath his touch. Then he edges the fabric
up around his thighs and plunges his dick deep inside you with one powerful
thrust. You moan out and just let him fuck you, enjoying his determination to
have you his way. All the same… One of your hands carefully creeps underneath
your pillow and your fingers close around something long, thick and
battery-operated. You'd used it this morning to kill the time when James had
gone jogging and - who knows? - it might come in handy now. He hasn't noticed
anything, so he flinches in surprise when you flick the vibrator on and hold it
against his arse. He arches his back, and - look who's the one in charge now.
"Would you like me to go on with this?" you ask ever so politely. He
just groans and tries to get you to go on rubbing him, desperate for more.
"No" you say breezily and stop touching him with the vibrator, "I
don't think that would work…”
"Oh, please", he begs, his eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain,
"PLEASE!"
"We'll need some lubricant", you add and push him off. Then, making
sure that he's looking at you, you slowly insert the vibrator into your pussy,
sighing as it buzzes against your pleasure spots. You move it in and out while
playing with your clit, knowing that it drives James wild to watch you do that.
You go on for a little while until he looks like he really can't take it
anymore, then pull him on top of you again. He groans loudly as you let him
slide inside you and almost screams when you push the vibrator, now wet with
your juices, up his arse. Now he just lets you fuck him, moaning in delight, and
you decide not to tease him anymore, after all he's done something very nice for
you today and deserves to be rewarded. You keep screwing him with the vibrator
while clenching your muscles around his dick, running your fingers up and down
his tense back, and it doesn't take long until he begins to violently shake and
finally cums, his head buried in your shoulder, screaming out. You take a deep
breath as you feel his semen stream inside you and press yourself closer to him,
playing with the damp hair in the nape of his neck.
He
takes quite a while to calm down again, but as soon as he's regained his
strength, he starts stroking your breasts again, tweaking and licking the soft
skin around your nipples. You run your fingers through his hair, moaning in
pleasure as he goes lower and lower down your body. He dips his tongue inside
your navel and eventually gives you one slow lick all over your moist sex. He
repeats this again and again, quicker and quicker, sending waves of ecstasy
through your body and making you so horny that you grab his head and force it
down into your lap, unable to wait any longer. And as he's very eager to thank
you for what you did to him, you're soon groaning your way to the top, his
tongue restlessly working on your clit while he pushes two fingers deep inside
you. Just when you're about to climax, he removes his fingers and you scream out
in frustration until seconds later you feel his tongue in your pussy, which
finally sends you over the edge. Your orgasm throws you around on the sheets,
leaving you completely helpless while the tip of his tongue still traces the
walls of your pussy, sending more shivers down your spine. It is only when he
moves away from you, breathless and sweaty, that you can relax. You think you'd
be too weak to ever move again, but as soon as you look at him you know better.
His eyeliner and mascara are smudged, his skin glistens and there's definitely
still lust in his eyes. You grab the sleeves of the dress he's still wearing (or
what's left of it) and pull him close to you. You give him a passionate kiss,
then turn him over so he's lying on his back. You straddle him and undo the
remaining buttons of his dress, then push the soaked fabric off his body.
"So, young lady," you say sternly, "you've been behaving very
badly; how do you suggest I punish you?" He grins and pulls you down so he
can whisper into your ear and give you detailed instructions…
[Remember, Pisces like talking dirty!]