Madame B - Ecstasy

Okay, I thought. I'm going to use my mouth to make you hard, harder than you've ever been before. Then I'm going to get on top of you and fuck you until you beg me to let you come. I tried to ignore the damp patch forming in my panties. This was about Mark's pleasure, not mine.

Sure that Mark was comfortable, I stood in front of him, dressed in black underwear: french panties, garter belt, and a demi-bra threaded with baby-pink ribbons. This was my favorite lingerie. It made my alabaster skin look like marble, and the pale pink ribbons matched the color of my nipples and pussy. I let his eyes travel over my body for a few seconds. He nodded his approval, as though sizing up a new piece of expensive furniture or a car. His gaze was steely, and his dick stayed limp. Time for the strip show, I thought.

Instead of undoing my bra by the clasp, I let the shoulder straps down one by one. I pulled first one breast, then the other, out of its cup, letting my pink nipples rest on the edge of the fabric, hardening and darkening as they reacted to the air-conditioning in the room and my own mounting desire. Then I turned my back to him and slipped the French panties over my hips, giving him a chance to check out the butt I'd spent so long honing to perfection in the gym and to admire the garter belt that was keeping my sheer stockings in place. I stepped out of the silk panties, bent over to touch my toes, and parted my legs, looking at Mark upside down from between my thighs. His face gave nothing away, and neither did his dick. Still no hard-on! With one lightning-fast movement I unclasped my bra and removed it, holding it to one side before letting it fall to the floor. Slowly, I turned around, so that Mark could see my naked breasts rise and fall in time with my breath, which had grown fast and shallow, betraying my body's response to what was happening. I put one foot on the bed, legs splayed, giving Mark his first glimpse of the pubic hair I'd had waxed into a red flaming flash, like a lightning bolt.

"Natural redhead," he said, and although his voice was neutral and his mind was still clearly in pimp mode, his body was finally telling a different story. Although Mark's hands remained motionless by his sides, his dick was finally starting to stir, rising up from his body until it was completely stiff. His exposed balls were smooth, round, the same tawny color as his hard-on. I licked my lips as his dick doubled in length before my eyes. I might have thought it was short at first glance, but fully erect it was the biggest I'd ever seen. I knew that my wet pussy would have no problems accommodating it, but would I ever be able to fit it all in my mouth? I'd have fun trying, that was for sure. My own body responded in kind, the first droplets of juice forming in my pussy and my labia swelling and darkening in preparation to receive Mark's erection.

I began to remove my garter belt, but Mark gave another command. "Keep it on," he growled. Happy to obey, I crawled across the huge hotel bed, naked but for my sheer, seamed hose and garters. Gently, I parted Mark's legs and knelt beneath them, inches away from his dick, which quivered and bounced in anticipation. I took a deep breath and lowered my head to kiss it. He'd trimmed his pubic hair, making things easier for me. I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis, and with my tongue gently teased back his foreskin to reveal a healthy, bright pink tip underneath. This trick would have most guys begging me to take it all in my mouth; Mark remained inscrutable. The less enthusiastic his response, the hotter it made me.

I slid my mouth slowly down the shaft of his dick, tracing my tongue around every vein, every pulsating inch of skin. He was so big that to take the last couple of inches inside my mouth, I had to bear down as hard as I could, allowing the tip of his penis to bang against the back of my throat. I knew from experience that this was the point where an orgasm could often take a guy by surprise, the intense stimulation tripping him into a climax right there inside me. But not Mark. I should have known he'd be more of a challenge.

Pulling back a little, I moved up and down his hard-on, my whole mouth traveling the length of his dick. My nipples brushed against the hair of his strong thighs, and I shook my tits, knowing that this would stimulate them even more and that the harder and darker they got, the more impressive they would look when I pulled my head up from Mark's dick and arched my back, ready to straddle him. I wanted him to pull them, grab them, and squeeze them hard. I wanted him to be incapable of keeping his hands away from them. But he remained still, his trembling hard-on the only evidence of how turned on he was.

A couple of telltale jerks of his pelvis let me know that Mark would come if I kept on giving him head, and I certainly didn't want him to reach his orgasm before showing him what else I could do. Using one hand to gently tug his balls, I slowly pulled away from his dick and knelt with my legs on either side of his cock, using my free hand to part my pink pussy lips, which hovered an inch or two away, so near and yet so far from allowing him to penetrate me. I let him feast his eyes on my body for a second or two, watching his face for signs of excitement. Nothing. Didn't this guy ever lose control? I was putting in a performance that would have most men fighting back an orgasm. I let go of his balls and reached over to the bedside table, where I'd placed a condom.

"Good girl," said Mark, eyeing the little foil square appreciatively. With one quick motion I opened it and rolled it on to his cock, smoothing it down with my hands, repeating the motion, stroking it, and daring him to moan in pleasure. Instead, he maintained the cool detachment of a shopper browsing in a store.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from sighing and crying out with frustration. By this point during sex I would usually have a man's hands roaming, exploring, and awakening my body. I'd have had lips licking my pussy, a finger probing my clit, breasts massaged by greedy hands, a thumb up my ass, and a tongue in most of those places. A body pressed against mine. Mark hadn't laid a single finger on me, but I was as turned on as though a million hands were manipulating every erogenous zone I had.

Once I was sure the condom was on comfortably, I lowered my pussy down onto Mark's erection. I was so wet, his penis slid in effortlessly. He couldn't help but notice how much I wanted him. I wondered if it was bad form or good for a whore to get as much-more even-out of the experience than her client. On the one hand, it was going to make the guy feel good about himself, give him a massive ego boost. On the other, I had to stay in control. This was not ordinary sex. This was not about chasing my own orgasm. This was about showing what I could do. This was about making him come. This was about proving I was such a good fuck that I deserved to be a grand-a-night hooker.

I bounced up and down on Mark's cock, slowly at first and then in time with the thrusts his own hips made. I pulled his knee up to my chest, altering the angle of his hips so that his dick went deeper and harder into my cunt. I pushed down on him, my whole weight bearing down on his hard-on, then rose up so that only the tip of his penis was still inside me. I twisted my hips, swiveling from side to side, massaging his dick.

All the while I concentrated on his pleasure, hoping to defer my own. I had never, ever had an orgasm through penetration alone. I had always needed a tongue, fingers, or a toy on my clit to get there. I'd thought that up here, on top, I could control it, but as I straddled this strong, silent man, I felt a buildup of tension in my own pelvis that demanded to be released. My instinct was to bend down and kiss Mark, but in the back of my mind I had an idea that the whore's code forbade kissing. I should have taken notes the last time I watched Pretty Woman. Instead, I had to settle for licking my fingers and pinching my breasts, pretending that it was his lips on my nipples.