Monday, April 21st, 2008
I am ready for you, just as you’ve asked: I am wearing my fishnet seamed stockings, my black lace French panties, and the black bra I know you like.
My hair is loose around my shoulders and curled just the way you like it, my lips are stained with bright red lipstick, my eyes dark and smoky.
My fingernails are manicured to perfection, every last detail carefully matched to your exacting requirements.
My shoes always seem to bring out the kinky in you and I wear your favourite patent black leather stilettos and relish the gentle ache they instantly produce in my calves.
I am careful to resist the growing urge to stroke and caress my impatient pussy, knowing how you love the first touch to be yours. Instead I delight in the heightened awareness of my clitoris as I become more and more aroused while I wait for you to arrive.
I hear your car in the drive, your key in the door, but do not acknowledge them, understanding that to do so would not meet the high standards of your fantasy.
I feel you standing behind me; hear your intake of breath as you catch a glimpse of me in the mirror. I feel the heat radiating from your aroused body; feel your eyes appraising every inch of me.
You come closer so that I can feel your hard cock straining against the fabric of your trousers. I push back against you, knowing I will be punished for my wanton behaviour but unable to stop myself. I receive a short sharp spank for my sauciness and I struggle to contain both my smile and my groan of pleasure.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask, and I am torn: do I admit my pleasure in receiving a delicious stinging spank and risk you not administering another, or do I lie and say I didn’t enjoy it, knowing you will have to spank me again for lying?
I decide to lie.
You sit on the bed fully clothed and beckon me to you. Outwardly I appear to be reticent but inwardly I am grinning: the Minx is stirring.
Immediately you put me over your knee and slide your hand under my knickers, caressing my cheeks still pink from their castigation. Your hands squeeze and knead, lulling me into a false sense of security.
I yelp as you bestow me with my first spank - a sharp smack to the top of my thighs. I am desperate for you to spank me again, I long to feel the stinging warmth of your hand and the resulting vibrations deep within my pussy. Instead you begin to massage my cheeks again, this time using the very tips of your fingers to test how turned on I am.
“You ARE turned on! Did you lie to me?”
“No” – this time I can’t hide my grin as you slide your fingers further into my aching pussy and spank me with your free hand. My traitorous body gives me away: you feel my pussy tighten around your fingers as your hand makes contact with my buttocks.
I raise my buttocks towards you, eager to feel your discipline again - you slide your hand underneath me, your fingers irresistibly drawn to my now erect clitoris.
Your expert fingers plough and explore the folds of my pussy, teasing me while telling me what a bad girl I am for enjoying such strict discipline. I can only moan as the familiar pleasure of an orgasm stirs within.
You manoeuvre yourself so that you are laid on top of me. I am trapped underneath you, loving the feeling of being restricted. You are still fully clothed, yet reach down to release your hot cock.
I gasp and moan as I feel your cock’s blunt entry and long to move, to tease and wriggle away from you, but you are strong and restrain me with your body.
You whisper sweet filth into my ear as we both near the point of no return. I feel your hands entwine themselves in my hair, tugging my head back allowing you to nibble at my throat, an act that you know results in an explosive orgasm. I feel my muscles tighten uncontrollably as I am transported on a wave of blissful pleasure. I feel your cock harden inside me and hear your satisfaction as you thrust into my pussy.
“Did you enjoy that?” you ask, and I am torn…
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Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
We return to the throng of inebriated work colleagues a few minutes apart, as I felt the need to regain my composure after my significant orgasm a few minutes before.
When I enter the room I see he is sat alone on a table to the rear of the room, away from all the hustle and bustle of the party. He greets me with a knowing smile, and I sit next to him, conscious of my thighs still covered with my warm juices.
I feel his hand on my thigh almost instantly, squeezing with a not unpleasant pressure, sliding slowly higher up my leg.
He enquires as to how I am planning on getting home at the end of the evening, and I play it coy - telling him I am sure I will find a way. He jumps at the obvious opportunity, and I accept.
I find that I am not the only person to benefit from his vehicular generosity and sense an opening for some Minx-like behaviour in the car…
The party ends uneventfully, with everyone going their separate ways quickly. We walk to his car in the cold air, my nipples becoming harder by the second with the anticipation of my next move. I sit in the front with him, with another colleague behind me.
Knowing that he can’t react while driving and with a colleague in the car is a huge turn on for me, and I decide to exploit the chance I’d been given as much as I possibly could. I begin by sighing, as if tired, and make a show of stretching my weary legs, allowing my stocking tops to come into view.
I see him watching me from the corner of his eyes, and notice him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Knowing that the colleague sat directly behind me couldn’t see anything I was doing only made me more mischievous, and with a grin I slide my hands towards my stocking tops.
I raise one leg and place my foot on the glove box, giving him an unrestricted view of what I was about to do…
I relish the chilly breeze I can feel on my already damp pussy as I slowly part my legs, all the while maintaining a rather tedious conversation about work with my colleague in the back seat. I slide my hand up the inside of my thigh – every so often sneaking ever so subtle glances over to the driver’s side to ensure he is captivated – and use my index finger to gently stroke my throbbing clitoris.
My cold fingers are a delightful contrast to my now warm pussy. I slide my index finger inside, making sure my thumb is maintaining the gentle, teasing pressure on my clit. Very quickly I begin to feel my orgasm building; the exquisite feeling of muscles clenching beyond my control, my pussy drawing my fingers inside, my breath growing shorter and harder, I feel my nipples begin to stiffen.
I look over to my secret audience and see he is having difficulty in both containing his huge erect cock and maintaining control of the car. I realise we are both very close to orgasm and the Minx inside me decides to see if I can make him come before we reach our destination.
I continue to plunge my finger deep inside my pussy, slowly, teasing myself and him as he drives towards our colleagues’ house. My pussy, now dripping with my juices, twitches expectantly…
I hear his sharp intake of breath as he realises how close I am to orgasm, and I am unable to hold back any longer, my hips thrust forward uncontrollably in my seat as I come, hard yet silent in the front seat of the car.
I look over to my chauffeur and see that he too, appears to be resisting the urge to orgasm, but is teetering on the edge of oblivion. I flash him my biggest smile, and cross my legs, ready for the final stage of our journey, as he rounds the corner to our colleague’s house…
We say our goodbyes to our colleague, politely but firmly refusing the offer of coffee and watch their crooked stroll to their front door before driving onward to my humble abode.
Before I can get comfortable in my seat to prepare myself for yet more teasing on the trip home, he has pulled the car into a lay by and killed the engine. He leans over towards me, his firm grip expertly parting my thighs. I feel his fingers probing my warm pussy, and am instantly aroused by his obvious heavy breathing and wild eyes. His urgent fingers push faster and harder, desperate to be all-consumed by my accommodating pussy. He watches me for my reaction, and I don’t disappoint, much to my dissatisfaction I am unable to control the moans that escape me. I am shocked yet pleased at his intense, forceful reaction to my constant teasing, his eye contact and silence only serving to increase my already heightened arousal.
I slide the passenger seat back and he eagerly climbs over to occupy the space, one hand already moving to release his throbbing cock from its extended period of captivity. I feel the tip of his dick nudging the lips of my pussy immediately, desperate to be inside me. I open my legs wider, eager to feel every inch of him slide into me and grasp his firm buttocks, nails digging deep, forcing him further inside.
I fail miserably at stifling a moan as he thrusts even harder in response to my pussy already beginning to quiver and tighten - my orgasm now very close by. He leans in and begins to moan himself, his teeth nibbling my neck and earlobes, his hands on my hips, lifting me up for even deeper penetration. I bite my lip, the delicious friction of our union stirring the animal within me, I grip his cheeks even harder, drawing a gasp from him, but I feel the twitch of pleasure in his penis, deep inside me. We both start to climax; my moans growing even louder, his grip on my hips growing ever tighter, his thrusts becoming more frenzied.
Finally we both come together, relieved at the release of tension between us, although I know it will only be short-lived with my humble abode mere minutes away… 
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Thursday, January 3rd, 2008
Having had such a positive response from my first course of Festive Fun, I am pleased to present the second instalment of my Christmas Party fantasy
Leaving him behind in the lounge, mouth agape, only served to increase my already intense feelings of desire. I began to conjure up my next teasing scheme with my juices still kissing my thighs.
Upon my return to the dining room, I feel a multitude of eyes on me, wondering where I have been, but not quite daring to ask. I sit at the table, waiting for the Manager to make his prudent entrance and return for more teasing. Clearly he cannot resist the Minx, as he returns within 10 minutes having managed to tame his horniness sufficiently to walk in public.
He sits next to me, smiles, leans over towards me and discreetly asks when he can expect his next course. I tell him, just as discreetly, that if he knew when to expect it, it wouldn’t be a surprise… I decide to get into the festive spirit and dance with some other colleagues, feeling his eyes on me all the way to the dance floor.
My writhing to the music reminds me that I am naked underneath my dress, and I begin to move more seductively, knowing that he is watching me, wanting me. He approaches the dance floor and begins to dance behind me. I nonchalantly place his hands on my hips, moving to the beat of the music, subtly nudging his memories of my naked shaven pussy encased beneath a thin veil of chiffon.
I feel his obvious arousal from behind me, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric of his trousers, begging to be touched. I rub my body up against him, and I tease him mercilessly, his face a picture of the torture he is clearly experiencing at my expert hands.
I decide to take a break, and head to the bar without so much as a glance towards him, not wanting to give the game away to any of our more observant colleagues. I make sure that I give my very best wiggle while walking to the bar, and when I arrive there I see he is following, but has been waylaid by a member of his team. I order myself a drink, and sit, waiting for him to appear.
I am engrossed in my favourite habit of people watching when I am surprised by the receipt of a text message on my work mobile from an unknown sender asking me to go out into the grounds of the hotel. I am cautious of such messages, but my curiosity overtakes me and I head outside.
As I reach the doors of the reception, a voice whispers to me from a dimly lit area off to one side. I approach and see that it is the Manager who has managed to escape the clutches of his rather inebriated employee.
He grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him without a word, and begins to deliver kisses to the nape of my neck. I shiver in response, and begin to moan. His hands are everywhere at once; pulling at my hair, caressing the lacy tops of my stockings, cupping the cheeks of my bare bottom, and the gentlest of touches administered to my throbbing clitoris. His hands are cold, the touch thrilling against my hot pussy.
He cups my breast and lifts it out of my strapless dress, bending to suck the already erect nipple. I gasp as he sucks harder, massaging my buttocks rhythmically. He is breathing heavily now, his breath hot on my breasts. He kneels down in front of me, and slides his hands up the outside of my thighs, drawing ever closer to my quivering pussy.
He ducks his head under my dress and I gasp, suddenly afraid of discovery so close to the reception and hotel entrance, but deliciously aware that he offers the cure to the persistent throbbing in my loins…
I reach down and entangle my hands in his hair, urging him forward to my swollen clitoris. His tongue reaches out, and gently flicks my pussy, savouring me slowly, and evidently enjoying the trembling it induces in my thighs.
I grip his hair tighter, and cry out, feeling the familiar sweet friction that precedes my orgasm, he, unrelenting, grasps my buttocks and buries his face deeper into my pussy, and I feel him sliding his thumb slowly inside me, intensifying my pleasure.
I can feel the orgasm building inside me, my pussy gripping him excruciatingly tight, I struggle to contain a moan of ecstasy as I feel the delectable contraction of muscles and the pleasant feeling of my wet pussy coating my thighs for the second time that night.
He kisses my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and tells me he is looking forward to dessert before leading me back to the party still drained from my exertions.
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