Helpless D

The best costumes are the ones you don’t even realize you’re wearing.

Take last night for instance.

Mina and I decided to go out to kind of nice burger place nearby, so she dressed up a little bit. (Usually, when she gets home, it’s a mad dash to shower and nakedness. She can’t wait to get out of her clothes. Love it!) Last night it was a pink polo shirt, just a little tight, and jeans. Nothing crazy, although, upon putting the shirt on, she looked down at the unbutooned collar and said, out loud, “Hello cleavage!” She decided she would not be buttoning up that night. Her hair stayed in a ponytail and off we went.

So we went out to eat, and had our usual pleasant weekend dinner. We were both tired from the long week, but I dragged to the grocery store for dinner. As we were checking out, something just came over me.

Wait, I remember. She was ogling a guy on TV guide she has a crush on. Grrrr…She is such a flirt sometimes, and it drives me crazy. Of course, she likes the way I get driven crazy, so she keeps it up. Last night for instance. We got home, and suddenly there was a convergence. I was slightly annoyed, and needed to reclaim my territory. On another hand, while i have never been especially big on the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing, the athletic/preppy sort…rowr. My history is littered with soccer players, tennis players, and volleyball players. When I first met mina’s mom, and saw her team photos…okay, that’s a little inappropriate.

In my defense, though, you have to picture this. As you know from the pictures, mina is definitely an athletic person, and she stands a mere five-foot-nothing. (I’m well over six feet.) I told you how she was dressed, and her cleavage was making my gaze so heavy, I could barely keep it at eye level. Plus the sneakers and ponytail, how was I SUPPOSED to resist all this? (and we haven’t even gotten to how she is a total demon in bed!)

So, we get home, and we were going to put a movie on. I stepped behind her, and whipped my belt out of the loops on my jeans. No reaction from her. So…now her reflexes are getting soft, too. She never had a chance. I whipped her through her jeans. She looked back kind of shocked, with a what the hell was THAT for look on her face. She then saw “the look.” Dominant Amorphous. WHACK WHACK WHACK. I grabbed her and yanked her body against mine, breathing on her ear, my hand going under her shirt. I could hear her breathing change form shock, to deep, aroused breaths. I wrapped the belt around her neck and pulled her to the bedroom.

“Shoes.”

She bent over and took her shoes off. I opened her jeans and slid them down. She was wearing pink striped panties and athletic-logo socks. Lately, she has started favoring “innocent” panties over her traditional thongs. Well, how is a man supposed to react to all this? I spanked her, left and right, whipping her with the belt, but keeping her standing. Finally, I pulled that deliciously teasing pink shirt off, and then popped the clasp of her bra open, leaving her in just the panties and socks. Oh I was long gone into fantasy land now. My erection pressed hard in to her back. I forced her to her knees, ordering her to suck my cock. As soon as she was on her knees, I grabbed her head and started fucking her face, choking her a bit. After a few breaks to breathe, I told her she was a wonderful cocksucker, but I was still going to have to fuck her. (She knows that when my language gets this coarse that I am way out there.) I pulled the sheets off the bed and told her to lie down. She took her panties off and then reached to her ankles to take the socks off.

“THE SOCKS STAY ON!” This kind of bewildered her. Meanwhile, for my part, I was so far off in Domland it didn’t even occur to me that she would take it strangely. I laid on her, and found her soaking wet, all over the space between her legs. I slid in easily. Traditionally, when on top, I like to grind my body against hers, taking a nice, steady rhythm until she inevitably bursts into orgasm. But not this time, not when I have my little volleyball champ under me. This was a fucking, a hard, relentless fucking. The kind where we had to shift positiosn partway through so we didn’t break the bed going to wrong way. I came hard inside her, and she could feel it. As I started to pull out of her, her be-socked feet pressed into my ass, directing back inside. I smiled, and lingered in her for a while.

Later that night, I confessed to the fantasy she had unknowingly stepped in. She liked it, regretting only that she hadn’t saved her uniforms. (which I probably would have damaged, anyway!) But, as she told me this, she stood in the doorway of the bedroom, about to go use the bathroom, (I had not let her have that chance yet, since we got home) and her weight was on her right leg, her left leg lifted a bit, her body silhouetted by the light from the hallway. Sexy as hell…

I’ll have to get her for that…