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I Love You, Mistress
Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Lesbian Sex, Author: MouthyLips, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
table. She was probably in her early to mid-thirties, but if she said she was twenty-one I would have believed her. Dark hair and flawless pale skin made me think of a grown-up version of Snow White. A Snow White who had become a queen, made that prince her bitch, and was now on the hunt for a new sexual toy. She said "I liked watching you dance." "Thanks," I said, sipping the offered drink. "You seem pretty popular tonight." "Yeah, I guess. But those guys will probably hit on anything with tits." "Were you thinking about sl**ping with any of them?" Wow. Pretty direct, right? "Well...thinking about it..." I said, trying to be coy. "But then I saw you." Her smile grew just slightly. She leaned in closer and my breath caught in my throat. "Would you like to go somewhere quieter?" "Do you mind if I get noisy?" She grabbed the bottle of champagne and led me by the hand to the door. One thing I noticed when we stood up was that she was quite taller than me. I'm only 5'6" and she was wearing four-inch heels at the time, which made her a full head taller than me, and actually put me at eye level with her spectacular rack. Awesome. Outside, we barely had to wait any time at all before a classy black limo with tinted windows pulled up to the curb and the driver held the door open for us to climb in the back. The interior was furnished with black leather, and there was even a bar on one side. Wrapped in out ... private little bubble, we drank the rest of the bottle and flirted as the limo drove us I didn't care where. Somehow she steered the conversation so it never really came to a point where we could just start making out. There was quite a bit of touching, though nothing too sexual. We went to a hotel, a really fancy one, where we walked right on in past the front desk. She led me up to a huge suite that probably had more space in it than the house I grew up in. There was even a hot tub. I had no doubt that, if she had asked (or more likely ordered) it to be filled with champagne, it would have been done. After a little more flirting and teasing, she led me to the hot tub. She stripped down, and what a sight that was! I stood transfixed, admiring her uncovered cream colored flesh as she slipped into the water. She sat on the other side, arms on the edge of the pool, her magnificent breasts with dark stiff nipples the size of the ends of my pinky finger resting just above the waterline. I noticed my jaw was open and closed it and was about to rip my own clothes off. "Go slow," she said. I stopped myself from tearing my clothes apart, instead starting to do a little striptease. She looked on hungrily as I took off everything. When I was naked, she gave a low growl, and I stepped down in to the water. Then, we were naked together in a hot tub. It was at this point that she just kind of...took charge. She was very gentle—well, mostly. Every action was very calculated, very ...