Her Desires, Your Command (L)

The scent of coconut oil hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of the living room rug. It was a strange, almost cloying sweetness, but one I’d come to associate with Lucy and her desires. She'd insisted on this ritual, this perverse game of control, after our last encounter. Watching her, so focused, so utterly in command, had been intoxicating, and the memory still thrummed beneath my skin. It wasn't just about the physical act; it was about the power dynamic, the feeling of being completely at her disposal.

“Maxx, you watch me so often when I play for you, and I always try to do everything that I know you like and whatever you ask at that moment, but…” she began, her voice a low murmur that vibrated through the room. Her eyes, dark and knowing, held a challenge, a silent invitation to push my boundaries further. I took a deep breath, savoring the anticipation, the heat building in my groin. "But what? What do you have up your sleeve?" I asked, my voice a husky rasp.

“I want you to play with yourself, and I want you to do whatever I ask you to do. I want to be in control. I want you to play with your cock while I watch you, but you must not do it for your pleasure; it is ALL for my pleasure and my enjoyment!” Her words were a command, a declaration of dominance. It felt good, this complete submission. I nodded, the movement slow and deliberate, acknowledging her control. "Okay! When is this planned for?"

“Today! But it starts right now. We are alone so we can do whatever we want inside or outside our home. I want you to take off all your clothes and walk around the house naked for the rest of the afternoon. You may not touch yourself unless I tell you so, and you are at my beck and call for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Are you okay with that?” Her gaze intensified, a silent question hanging in the air. The sheer audacity of her request sent a jolt through me, a delicious mix of excitement and vulnerability. “Absolutely,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. As I dropped my trousers, the cool air rushed over my skin, both liberating and slightly alarming. My cock, already hard with anticipation, strained against my pants, eager to fulfill her desires. The scent of the coconut oil intensified, mingling with the rising heat of my arousal.

Lucy’s eyes widened slightly as she observed my reaction, a flicker of amusement playing on her lips. “Great! I can see by the way your cock is already dripping pre-cum on the floor that you are excited about my suggestion. Now, for a start, I want you to pull back your foreskin all the way to expose your head and leave it that way until I decide differently.” She turned and walked into the kitchen, her movements purposeful, her presence radiating an intoxicating blend of power and pleasure. The thought of her watching me, judging my every movement, was both exhilarating and slightly unnerving.

I stood there, feeling the weight of her gaze, the heat of my arousal, the strange and compelling dynamic of our twisted game. I waited, breathless, for her return, my body aching for her touch. It didn't take long. She emerged from the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand, her eyes locked on my exposed cock. "Bring it here! Come and stand closer." Her voice was firm, her tone demanding. As I obeyed, stepping closer, the space between us shrinking, the anticipation ratcheted up another notch. “Now, I want you to put your cockhead on my tongue and very slowly open and close the foreskin just so that I can get some of that pre-cum on my tongue. Squeeze your cock from the back to feed me some of your juices. Oh, yes! This tastes so good. Give me more.”

Her words were a command, a step further into this bizarre dance of dominance and submission. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the sensation, and followed her instructions. As I lifted my cock to her lips, the world seemed to narrow, focusing solely on the shared pleasure, the intoxicating scent of coconut oil, and the intense heat radiating from her body. Her tongue explored every inch of my flesh, savoring the taste of my pre-cum, demanding more, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. The slow, deliberate movements of her mouth, the gentle squeeze from behind, were a symphony of sensation, a relentless assault on my senses.

"Now, I want you to go and fetch your cock ring and the bottle of coconut oil, and then come back to me." Lucy directed, her voice laced with a playful challenge. I quickly obeyed, retrieving the items from the bathroom and returning to the living room, my body trembling with anticipation. As I placed the cock ring on my erect member, feeling the constriction tighten around my base, Lucy smirked, a hint of sadistic delight in her eyes. "Put on your cock ring because I want you to be super hard and swollen. Now, come take off my panties so that my pussy can get some fresh air. My panty is getting spoiled because it is so wet that I am dripping on the chair!"

Without hesitation, I complied, sliding her panties down her legs, allowing the cool air to wash over her exposed flesh. Her pussy lips were dark red with blood flow, and her clit stood out like a beacon, a testament to her arousal. The sight of her vulnerability, her raw desire, was both captivating and unsettling.

“I think you will have to come and clean me with your tongue before we continue with your show. Now do a good job because my pussy is screaming for attention. Yes, that feels so good. Start at the bottom and lick all the way up to my clit! That feels wonderful; now all the way down again and start all over. I think my clit needs special attention. It might need to be cleaned more than the rest of my little wet pussy.” She demanded, her voice dripping with anticipation.

I puckered my lips and forced her clit to stand out more and more, biting down gently, feeling the release of her pleasure surge through her body. Lucy screamed, a series of increasingly frantic cries, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. The world seemed to spin, focusing solely on the sensations, the shared pleasure, and the intoxicating scent of coconut oil.

As she regained control, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure. I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy, exploring every inch of her flesh, savoring the taste of her arousal. The movement was slow, deliberate, a relentless pursuit of maximum sensation. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I continued my assault, pushing her to the very edge of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Maxx! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Don’t stop. Bite me again. It is exquisite pain. Yes! Harder. Bite me! Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck!” Her words were a blur of pleasure, a testament to the intensity of her experience. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I lost all sense of control, succumbing entirely to her demands.

As she finally reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, her body went limp, her breathing ragged and shallow. I pulled my tongue out, my heart pounding in my chest, my body trembling with the afterglow of our shared pleasure. My cock, swollen and throbbing, remained firmly planted against her clit.

“You can now come and play with your monster by rubbing the head up and down over my clit. Keep the head open; I want to watch it as it moves up and down. Now, hand me my phone. I am going to make a video of you while you play with your cock. Before you do anything, I want you to pour some coconut oil over that beautiful cock, and then you can come and see what it does to me.” Lucy instructed, her voice regaining its composure.

I complied, pouring the coconut oil over my cock, the scent of coconut filling the air once more. As she swung her chair around, placing her feet on the armrests, she positioned herself for the perfect view, her eyes glued to my every movement. The sight of her arousal, her raw desire, was both captivating and unsettling. It was a strange, twisted game, but one that I found myself strangely addicted to. The control she exerted, the power she wielded, was intoxicating, and I relished every moment of it. It was an experience that left me breathless, both physically and emotionally, and I knew that I would never forget it.

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