Please Let Me Serve You

Transcript

Come in, I want you to saturate my space, please, fill it with your warmth, your smell. I don't want to smell your soap, I want to smell you, your hard work, your day clinging to your skin. I don't know what I'd do if you were really here, just here, in my front hallway, an intrusion on my space, almost as if you were inside of me already.

You know what's sexy? A man taking off his shoes, making himself at home, seeing you pull off your coat, your shirt riding up just a little as you take it off. Let that stripe of skin tease me under the edge of your shirt, let me swipe my thumb across your stomach, just above your belt.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? I don't even know what excuse I could imagine for you to be here. Would you have stopped by for a drink? Then let's get sloppy and stupid together, give me giggly, goofy sex as we sprawl all over the bed.

Or would you have brought me some small, friendly gift? No matter what it is, I'll still hope it's lingerie. You wouldn't do something so forward, but fuck, do you know how much that would kill me if you just showed up at my door with a little box of silk and told me to wear it?

Or maybe I've made up something I need help with. That thought alone drives me wild, that I needed help when you came, you're here to take care of me, pat me on the head and tell me you'll handle it. Please, come in, my sir.

How do I show you how much I want you? Should I be bold, reach out and grab you, give you a cheeky little squeeze through your pants, a gentle cup to feel the size of you? Or maybe I could just let you catch me staring, my eyes roving over you as I bite my lip.

I'd need you to know. If I could just press your face to my chest, you could feel my heart pounding. Come to the couch, isn't that what people do? Sit on the couch together as though I'm not dying to feel your hands on me.

What if I just ran my cheek over your neck, let you feel my breath on your skin? Can I lick you as I kiss that precious skin? It's silly, but I want it so bad.

Not even to taste your lips or your cock, yet, but your neck, your chest, the insides of your wrists. Would you be okay with that if I crushed my body to yours and devoured your sensations? Tease myself with you as much as if your hands were already down my pants? You know I'm already soaking wet by the time my lips touch yours.

Would you push me down on the couch, drag me to the bedroom, or make me climb on top of you, grab my thighs and make me straddle you, and feel me tremble with how much I need more of you? Pull me, squeeze me, take me. Would you tear my clothes off, or would you wait for me to get impatient enough to throw them off myself?

Just tweak and tease me until I'm a shivering, desperate mess? I think you'd tease me. You know you're in absolute control.

You can't imagine how much I've wanted you to know just how much control you have over me. I can think of one way I can show you. Should I kiss my way down your body? Or lick? Or should I drop right to the floor in a needy heap? I'd want to undo your pants myself.

Something about the sound of a belt buckle drives me wild. It's the sound of giving in. It says I'm done teasing.

At least, that's what I want to say. I want to tell you how desperate you've made me. But my hands are on your zipper and then they're inside your pants and then… I'll feel you.

Once your cock is in my hands, I won't have any words left. My hands would shake. They're tingling now at the thought of you.

I want so badly to please you. To hear you moan my name would be the sweetest sound I've ever heard. Or maybe not just my name.

Do you want me to be your good girl? Your pretty slut? Your needy little cocksleeve? Anything.

I'll be all of it for you. I've imagined your cock so many times. How your skin would feel on my fingertips and my palms.

How hard I could make you throb. I want it. I want you.

Will you roll your head back as I give you that first long stroke? I want to give you that pleasure. Something that makes you give in so completely.

But really, I hope you watch me while I work your cock. I want to look up at you and see your eyes boring into me. All that intensity as you watch me serve you.

I don't think you'll be surprised when I open my mouth and show you my little wet tongue. Still, I hope my first lick gives you a little jolt. Maybe your eyes will flicker closed just for a second.

I'll work so hard to make that happen again. I want to surprise you. Please you.

Give you something you weren't expecting. That hint of shock on your face. The pleasant surprise.

I need it. Let me worship you with licks and sweet caresses. Running your cock over my lips and cheeks.

Lapping up the pearl of your pre-cum. I have to tease you. I just have to.

Keep pushing you until you're glaring down at me with a growl in your chest. Until your hands are digging into the couch and your thighs. A breath away from grabbing my hair.

Until you make it clear you need more. And you need it now. Then, I'll take you in.

I'd already be drooling for you just waiting this long. One smooth motion and I'd suck you all the way to the back of my throat so you could feel me swallowing around you and feel the spit slipping down your cock as I work you with my lips and tongue. You'd make me such a sloppy slut.

All for you. Don't hold back anymore. Grab my hair.

Use my mouth. Use me. Thrust.

I'd be happy with just this. Feeling you push against the back of my throat again and again. Looking up and seeing the controls start to waver in your eyes.

I would die for your cum on my tongue. But you'd want more, wouldn't you? How do you want me? Should I ask? Let your cock slip out of my mouth so I can ask you how I can serve you.

How I can open myself for you. Would you kiss me? Could you reward me for sucking your cock like a good girl? The feel of your lips would be intoxicating right now.

But your hands would still be looking for more. What if I wore a little button-up shirt for you? Buttoned up for easy access.

Would you know that I wore it because of how I'd fantasized about this moment? Would you let me unbutton for you? Undo each one with agonizing slowness.

Lower and lower. Would I have the nerve to not wear anything underneath? No bra.

Nothing between your fingers and my breasts but a slip of fabric. If I'd been that bold, you would've noticed them by now. My nipples poking against the fabric so much harder after I was lucky enough to suck your cock.

And then, they'd be poking against your tongue. I would melt. I'd die.

I'd be a doll in your hands. Do anything to me. You'd know my submission from my face.

I want you to see my need, my absolute, unyielding trust in you. Maybe you'll just pull me back into your lap. I hope you will.

Pull off my panties. I'd try to pull them to the side but you won't want anything in the way, will you? Wrap your arms around my waist and pull me against your chest.

Would you keep your tongue on my nipples? Sucking. Teasing.

Making me suffer while my dripping pussy hovers just over your cock. Is it payback for teasing you for so long? Would you let me grind myself on you while you do those wonderful things to my breasts? Coating your throbbing head as I slide your cock up and down along my folds? But I'm just teasing you again, aren't I? I know you won't let me get away with that for too long.

Put your hands, your hard, roaming hands, on my hips and pull. Drag me down onto your cock. Show me what you think of all my teasing.

Give me your consequences, your sweet punishment. Bite my nipples. Pinch them.

Give me a good, hard spank. Pull my head back by my hair until my neck is completely exposed for you. I know you'd want to mark me.

I know how much you'd like that. But how open would you make it? On my breast? My shoulder? My neck? Someplace hard to hide so everyone would see I'd been claimed? They wouldn't need a mark to remind me.

I know I'm yours. After my punishment, I'll have learned my lesson. I promise.

For now. I'll give you what you want. I'll ride you.

I'll bounce on your cock. Work my hips until I find that rhythm that makes your eyes roll back. Let me pull your hair.

Let me dig my nails into your shoulders. Push up into me. Let me take you as deep as I can.

It's almost too much to even think about. Your cock. Your cock.

Pounding up into me. You wouldn't mind if I came, would you? If I just turned into a sloppy, shuddering mess on top of you.

Would you like that? Feeling my pussy twitch and clench around you. Milking every inch of your cock as I sob your name.

I hope it's enough to push you over the edge. As I'm coming down, I want to see you fall. The pleasure and absolute surrender in your face as you pump into me.

I'll ride you just a bit longer. Try to fuck your cum deeper into me. But I'll run out of steam eventually.

God, I won't know what to do. Kiss you. Cuddle you.

Please show me what you want. Could you hold me to your chest? Let us both catch our breath as your cum trickles down my legs.

And could I give you just a little kiss on the cheek? Tell you how incredible that was. Tell me it was for you too.

How good you feel. How good I made you feel. Tell me I'm your good girl.

Because I am. Your good girl.