She was told

To get herself ready for him. He was going to be at hers within an hour.

She had already decussed their next encounter but didn't realised it would have come so soon.

SHIT.

She hadn't shaved any part of her. She needed to find those specific clothes out for him... without the panties. And and... she had no time to go through the mental list she was used to.. Quick, shower and get ready for him.

His comment "I will have one finger inside of you before I come through the door, any material resistance will mean I just go home straight away" had her wetness ensured. She hadn't always reacted so well to being told what to do, but for some reason this guy started to change her way of thinking.

She had been hearing those words go round and round inside of her for a few days now and she really just wanted to feel him inside her.

She knew how to please her man.. she just hoped she'd live upto his expectations.

From previous encounters she had realised that being touched so gently had bought her off to an unpenetrated orgasm. He was the first in a long time to use words to make her body stand up and be counted. He made her feel alive from what had seemed an eternity of numbness. He wanted her. That in itself was what made her loins so moist that she was practically begging him to be with her.

Fuck fuck fuck. She had been daydreaming about him whilst in the shower and the time had flown. He would be there in ten minutes. SHIT. As much as she was turned on and needy, the last thing she wanted was to dissapoint him. She wanted to please him and make him want her all the more when he arrived.

She quickly shaved all her areas for his pleasure. Rushed out of the bathroom hair sopping wet and found those clothes he wanted her in. These, it seemed, was what he had pictured her in and he wanted to use her in. Yes use her. A word generally used for the people she delt with. But now it was her turn to feel that feeling of complete need. Desire. Control from someone else.

She had never denied her sexual intimacy desires but they weren't there for the knowledge of each and everyone. Just the ones she wanted to let know.

Her body still glistening from the drops of water from her hair she answered that knock at the door.

He couldn't take his eyes away from how she presented herself, those shoes. That corset, that skirt. She was his for the taking. Without speaking he shoved his hands up her skirt, into her aching wetness and he watched as she immediately came to orgasm. She had been wanting this for a long time. It just took a special person to gain her trust enough to do it.

He puller her close and whispered into her ears "Good girl"

She shuddered as she felt almost slightly floaty, with just words?? SHe mentally climaxed...how the fuck can anyone do that to her. She was supposed to be the strong one. She was the one who should have been in control and he was shattering everything. Yet his animal instincts and her body just wanted to be one. He only had to say a few words and she was his.

He grabbed her turned her round and bent her over lifting her skirt quickly, unbuttoning himself and forcing his huge throbbing manhood into her. She couldn't believe how turned on she was being used. She had never imagined this turning into reality.

She came almost immediately he felt that clench from her pussy that made him know just exactly what he had done to her. It didn't stop him. He started pounding harder and harder, with as many clenches from her and thrusts from him their breath started becoming rythmic and together.

He reached his hands round to cup her breasts through her corset and released them soon after. He knew that touch touching her nipples would throw her over the edge. It worked. She was bucking and her body was convulsing with the ever yerning urge to shower him in her juices.

She cannot remember much from a few moments after that as he had made her pass out from the orgasm highs. She floated back down and found him ready to explode. His breath was heavy as he started to grunt slightly. His body became rigid and then there was that final thrust. The one where she knew he had spilt his seed into her. He carried on thrusting to ensure she felt every last throb from his cock.

He stood her up and still inside her held her from behind. Both of them needing that closeness. Knowing each other was totally satisfied. Their juices starting to flow down the inside of her legs. He just held her. turned her head roudn to meet his and he kissed her. Long and deeply.

They looked into each others eyes.

This was what it was all about.