Pushing The Right Buttons

I am a bloody terrible dancer. No two ways about it, I just am. I have two right feet and if that doesn’t sound too bad then you have to remember that I am left-footed.

However, when escorting your lady to a dinner-dance you are expected to take her out onto the dance floor a few times. Fortunately these functions also tend to involve the consumption of immoderate quantities of alcohol so that tends to loosen things up a bit.

So, Heather and I were smooching to a slow number and in my slightly-less-than-sensible state I couldn’t take my eyes off the necklace she was wearing. This necklace:

”What happens” I demanded, prodding my finger at the bit in the middle ”if I press this button?"

”All my clothes fall off”.

I jabbed at it with my finger. Nothing happened. I tried again, repeatedly.

”This thing’s defective” I complained.

”Ah well, I didn’t tell you that it’s on a time-delay. The clothes don’t fall off until after we get home”

”Shame”.

She pulled me even closer to her and in the middle of that milling mass of people gyrating around us she thrust a leg firmly between mine. She couldn’t possibly fail to notice the tangible sign of my growing excitement, pressed up hard as it was against her inner thigh. Ironic really that in my youth if I happened to get a hard-on while I was dancing I would do everything I could to disguise the fact from my partner. This one I bore with pride and ground it up against her leg through the cloth of my trousers as we grinned at each other like randy teenagers.

Later, back home, I was lying on the bed, still dressed, waithing for her to finish in the bathroom. She had just looked so damned sexy tonight in her 3-piece pinstripe suit, hair set just right-just a little bit spiky- and deep brown-red lipstick, the colour of an engorged nipple. I had visions of ambushing her as she came into the bedroom still fully clothed, bending her over the end of the bed, pushing her trousers over her hips and fucking her as she stood, my cock sticking out through the fly of my trousers and filling her panties with my cum.

Alas! She had already stripped down to her panties in the bathroom. She was somewhat surprised to see me standing just behind the door, still in suit and tie, when she came in.

”I thought you’d be in bed ready for…” She started, and tailed off.

I was pointing to the pillow I had thrown down by my feet. ”Kneel!” I commanded.

She knelt. She knew what to do next and started fumbling at the waistband of my trousers.

”No, leave them on. Just unzip them”.

She had some difficulty extracting my cock and balls from the restraining confines of trousers and underpants but eventually succeeded and lost no time in giving me the full five-star treatment. I moaned in pleasure as she licked and caressed and enveloped me. She reached up with one hand and unbuttoned my shirt until she could get hold of a nipple and squeezed it. Hard. I reached down and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it lying in my hand for a moment before pinching her nipple. Just as hard. She pinched harder, so did I, accelerating each other towards an ecstacy amplified by pain. If this were a contest I know I could never win it; Heather has a very high pain threshold. Under the right circumstances she enjoys receiving pain, but up until recently she has been a little hesitant in administering it, as I might sometimes wish, however her views now seem to be shifting a little.

She knelt up and gathered her breasts in her hands, pushing them up so that my cock could snuggle between them. I was sorely tempted to let myself come there and then, to lay a thick trail of my goo in that lovely cleavage, but no. I needed a proper fuck and so did she.

I helped her to her feet and bent her over the footboard of the bed. Not just bending and hanging on to the rail with her hands but actually bent in half like a rag doll with her stomach lying across the rail and her hands flat on the sheet. I stood behind her, gathered her panties together in one hand, dragged them to one side and fucked her hard from behind, grinding myself into her so that she could feel the fabric of my trousers rubbing on her bare skin.

Then we crashed down onto the bed. Her with her chest flat on the crumpled sheet and bum jutting high in the air, me half-kneeling behind her with one trousered leg rubbing against her waist and now with a thumb beep inside her arse as I pummelled into her.

She was soaking wet. That thumb had met no resistance so I did something I’ve never done before. I pulled out of her and then, without warning or preparation, drove my engorged, slippery cock up to the hilt into her arse. She cried out in shock and apprehension, but not in pain. It was a risk, I know; had I just caught her wrong it would very definitely been ’Game Over’ for the night, but here I was safely lodged up inside her guts and shagging her harder than ever.

”This... is… fucking … RAPE” She gasped between breaths. I didn’t care. I carried on using her, enjoying her tighness, getting off on her protests, bringing myself just to the point of coming...

But not quite. I pulled back from the edge, pulled out of her. Her respite was brief, though. With onre thumb in her dilated arse and the other in her cunt, I gripped around her clit through the fabric of her soaking panties and brought her to an orgasm which had her screaming face-down into the mattress. She collapsed, exhausted, on the bed with her legs glamped firmly over my hand, but still I wasn’t going to allow her any respite. I extricated my hand, rolled her over and, still fully dressed with my cock and balls poking grotesquely out of my trousers, I bore down on her. She reached up and undid the rest of my shirt buttons, succeeding in pushing it off over my shoulders. Then as I fucked her with increasing intensity she looked up at me with slightly glazed eyes but just the hint of a malicious grin, took hold of my necktie by both ends and slowly pulled it tighter as I gritted my teeth and drenched her insides with a seismic orgasm.

We lay motionless together for an eternity, me covering her pale soft skin with the rough cloth of my clothing. Then slowly, carefully, I pulled out of her, wiping my cock on the soggy mess of her panties before carefully kicking my trousers off. I didn’t offer her a tissue for her to clean herself up as I usually do. Instead I rearranged her panties in their proper position and let them soak up our combined juices so that I could enjoy watching her waddling off to the bathroom to clean up with a sopping wet mass of fabric between her legs. Call me kinky if you like but for me that was the icing on the cake.

I was asleep, sprawled on top of the bed, before she got back and when I woke next morning it was to find her sprawled on top of me.