In the Heat of Your Secret Mistress

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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The sultry night is like heavy black velvet around you. The only sounds are of the crickets outside and the ceiling fan above your bed. You’ve been tossing and turning for hours now – unable to sleep. Unable to stop thinking about your Mistress and your hard cock. And those two things are inextricably entwined, aren’t they? You throw the tangled sheet off your hot, sweating, naked body. Your hard cock stands up straight, throbbing. Your hands reach down to touch – but then stop. You groan softly. You’re not allowed to stroke and, although you’re tempted, you hold back. Somehow she always knows, doesn’t she? You make a conscious effort to try and sleep, and manage to fall into some kind of doze when you hear the door open and the sound of your Mistress’s high heels on the hardwood floor.

You look up to see her placing the hard, straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. She’s wearing only a pair of high-heeled silver sandals and a thin chemise of white silk. The small dark arrow of pubic hair shows clearly through the fabric, damp with her body’s sweat, and you watch her nipples harden as the slight breeze from the ceiling fan hits them and you marvel at their sensitivity.

She barely glances at you and says only, “Sit!” You stagger over to the chair on legs trembling with anticipation and desire and sit – your cock still erect and throbbing. The sight of your Mistress causes a tiny drop of precum to slide down the shaft of your penis like a tear and a soft sob escapes you in a kind of sympathy. Your fingers clutch the edge of the chair so as to keep from touching your cock. Your Mistress reaches forward, uses the tip of one finger to lightly trace the track of the precum and wipes the warm sticky fluid onto your lips. The exquisite sensation of her touch on your hypersensitive prick almost causes you to lose control and spurt into the air but you restrain yourself with a shudder and send silent, telepathic messages for permission to release. Now she straddles your lap – one long, smooth leg on either side of the chair. You can feel the heat from between her silky thighs – so close to your cock – and with a supreme effort manage not to thrust upward. You’re overwhelmed by the sweet combination of her perfume and her hot cunt as she grabs the hair on the back of your head and forces it back. Your mouth is open and vulnerable as she begins to kiss you deeply, with a sort of passion that’s at once hot and detached. The drop of precum is forced into your mouth and dissolves between the hot tongues of you and your Mistress – hers probing deeply into your throat. She breaks contact and leaves you panting and desperate. You open your eyes and find yourself alone. Still sitting on the hard chair in the middle of the room. Still with a raging hard-on. Still unsatisfied and denied…

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