Mirror's Kiss: A Twisted Delight

The eyes of the man in the mirror swept her from naked feet and legs to the royal blue corset and thong she was wearing at his request. Her breasts spilled out a little over the top, and she noticed his eyes lingering there. He watched, a slow smile spreading across his face, as she shifted slightly, the fabric of the corset clinging to her curves. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the opulent bed, and the scent of expensive cologne hung heavy in the air. The mirror reflected not just her, but the anticipation in his gaze, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

“Ah, my Sweetie, you look delicious!” His husky voice, smooth as velvet, seemed to vibrate through the room, wrapping around her like a silken thread. He held her shoulders, his hands firm yet gentle, and bent forward slightly to caress her neck with his nose. The tingling sensation ran down from her neck to her barely-covered mound of warming flesh, a prelude to the heat that was about to ignite within her. His hands traced along her shoulders and around the base of her neck, as his nose brushed the soft wisps of hair behind her left ear. Watching in the mirror, her gaze followed the path of his hands as they outlined her flesh at the edges of the corset, a silent invitation to explore the confines of her restraint.

Her legs became a little wobbly as she sighed, “Oh, Honey, I’ve missed this.” A tremor ran through her body, a familiar shiver of anticipation. The sheer thought of his touch, his touch alone, was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her veins. Between her legs, her sex stirred with each caress, a restless energy building within her. She watched as his eyes peered over her bare shoulders into the mirror and into her eyes, assessing, savoring the sight of her vulnerability. His hands cupped her already very-well-supported breasts as he ground his erection into her buns, and he groaned with pleasure. She could feel his gaze burning into her while his heated cock pressed into her from behind, a promise of what was to come.

“You’re going to watch as I take you, young lady.” His voice was a low rumble, laced with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down her spine. She shifted slightly, meeting his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of his dominance. Breathing heavily into the crook of her neck, he gently bit into her flesh, the sharp sting a delicious sensation that intensified her arousal. He reached the top of the restraining garment and untied the lacework, working carefully, pulling on the laces and always watching her in the mirror. As the tension on the outside of her skin eased, the tension within caused her breathing to become more rapid, and she could see red blotches of skin on her chest in the mirror. Her breasts popped free, and the man in the mirror groaned as he paused in his work with the laces to run his fingers over her nipples.

“Oh God, I love your hands on my tits!” she moaned as she pressed her backside into his heated erection, a wave of pleasure washing over her. The head of his penis slid a little across her cheek, and she felt the warm liquid leaking from it. The gaze from the man in the mirror never left her as he continued to free her from the form-fitting garment. She felt the heat radiate from her wanting pussy, waiting fervently for him to touch her there. Almost free from the restraining garment, she no longer felt any restraint as she saw herself in the mirror responding to his tongue as it traced the inside edge of her ear.

“That’s not fair,” she whimpered, “You know that makes me crazy.” “Crazy, wet, and swollen is exactly where I want to go. How wet is your pussy?” He spoke softly into her ear as the hand in the mirror glided down from her breast, passing through her soft pubic hair, and two fingers found their way to her outer lips. Pressing her wonderfully curved behind into his heated erection, she could feel it throb as his fingers found her wetness. It felt so good to have this molten feeling emanating from her loins.

Stepping out of the corset as it hit the floor, she could see a raging cock close behind her. Moving behind her, but still watching, he pulled down her G-string, revealing her nakedness for them both to see. His hand disappeared behind her back, followed by the tip of his cock appearing between her legs in the mirror. Without thought, her back arched as she felt that hard heat of his brush through the soft hair at her entrance. His hands held her breasts firmly as she arched and moaned at the sensation of the head of his rock-hard member making its way along her soaked pussy and bumping gently into her clit.

She saw herself reach down to press his hardness against her heat and whimpered at the exquisite pleasure it brought her, and the animal sounds that came from him. As she looked into the mirror, she saw herself swaying slightly as he repeatedly guided his solid rod through the space between her legs. The head of the man’s cock would appear briefly as they rocked together, swollen, red, and hungry.

She felt the passion building deep within her, threatening to come to the surface, but she wanted more tonight—much more. Her fingers traced the outline of his cock, enjoying the heat radiating from it. The scent of arousal filled the room, mingling with the expensive cologne, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the desire that consumed her, anticipating the next wave of pleasure.

Straightening, she pulled away from his hard flesh, turning him slightly so that the mirror was on her left side. Bending to her knees in front of him, she took his cock, now her cock, into her hands for inspection. The hardened flesh pulsed hot in her hand as the clear fluid oozed from the tip. “I love the taste of your cock,” she purred as she stroked his shaft with one hand while cradling his balls with the other. A long moan escaped him. Looking to her left, she watched the man in the mirror as his eyes rolled up, then closed.

Taking his manhood into her mouth, she purred. “Mmmmm!” was all she could manage to express as his flesh filled her mouth and ignited the lust within. The firmness, the salty taste, and the wonderfully full head all fired her passion as she took him. The mirror provided a raw view of a woman consuming a thick cock as the grateful owner of the engorged member bent forward to run his hands through her hair.

Taking her tongue on a journey over his tool, she swirled it around his head, making sure to remove all of the clear liquid coming from him before diving on it, forcing it deep into her throat. Pausing briefly to suck on the head as it throbbed at the back of her throat, she took satisfaction in the moans arising from her lover in the mirror. The salty fluid was pulled from deep within him and served to induce more fluid to flow from him. She wished she could tell him how exquisite this felt—to be able to take this from him and how powerful it was to know the pleasure she gave him—but her mouth was full, and she wasn’t done with him. Her pussy responded to this by flowing freely, and her clit throbbed in tandem with the pulsing dick.

The mirror revealed to her the sight of her husband’s body in the throes of her passion. Though he was perhaps a bit on the other side of middle-aged, his still-tight buns flexed as she continued to devour his very vigorous erection. His face contorted in pure ecstasy as he sang her praises. “Oh God, Honey, that feels so good! Suck my cock, Sweetie, suck it! It feels so good to be so hard!”

“Too soon for both, she could feel her jaw start to protest, and her obstructed breathing became labored. Rocking back a little to catch her breath, she watched two very aroused individuals in the mirror. The slightly muscled frame of the man in the mirror, with the firm protruding member, contrasted with the full curves of a woman in the full flower of passion. A hungry look possessed them. The man in the mirror reached down to her. “Come here, Honey, get in the bed on your hands and knees,” he commanded. “I’ve got to have that pussy of yours. You’re going to get a serious pounding, young lady!”

She could feel her instrument of pleasure pulse in anticipation of his heavy member gliding the length of her slit and coming to rest. A teasingly small part of that anticipation was realized as the head brushed her smaller, but very swollen bud. “Oh God, I love tits! I love your tits!” he hissed through clenched teeth as he pushed up on the tip of his head, and he entered her easily. Twin groans escaped them as she felt him slide into her opening, filling her completely. Her head came up, and she saw herself and the man in the mirror, consuming her. His hands held her hips firmly as he arched his back, forcing himself deeply, then pulling back and thrusting firmly forward with great joy etched on his face. Something animal in nature stirred her as she saw her breasts swaying in time to his thrusts.

Speech abandoned her as she uttered only sounds of great pleasure, watching as the man in the mirror moved his hands to her bobbing boobs, capturing them in a very firm embrace. She looked into the mirror, a strange sort of satisfaction washing over her, her body completely lost in the moment. The heat, the pleasure, the dominance—it was all intoxicating. The world narrowed to the image in the mirror, and the only thing that mattered was the raw, unbridled pleasure she was experiencing. It was a perfect storm of lust and desire, a delicious descent into ecstasy.

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