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arranged.’
She found herself blushing as she realised what she’d said and didn’t reply but quickly finished her task before going back into the living room. He sat as before, sprawled comfortably on the sofa with his long limbs spread out, except that he now had his jeans open and his cock and balls bulging from the fly. Laura stopped, at once thrilled and disgusted, amazed that he could be so rude but unable to deny her instinctive reaction. It was also just the sort of thing Tommy Fuller would have done to her, expecting sex without the slightest attempt at seduction first, pulling his cock out and demanding it attended to in a way that no weaker man would have dared.
Chris Drake was the same, grinning as he waited, completely sure of himself and rightly so. Laura swallowed, managed a weak nod and got down on her knees, still in her apron as she crawled across to him on all fours. He gave a knowing chuckle and slid himself a little further down the sofa, opening his long thighs to make himself available to her mouth. She reached him, her excitement rising fast as she took in the faint but heady scent of cock mingled with some masculine body product. He looked at her, amused, but also appreciative as he spoke.
‘I’d like your breasts bare.’
‘Of course.’
Laura’s hands went behind her back to the bow of her apron, but he wagged a finger at her.
‘No. Leave that on. In fact, yes, take everything else off except that, and you can stay that way.’
A shiver ran the length of Laura’s spine as she pictured herself cooking for him with nothing on but her apron, her bare bottom showing as she worked, at the stove, and on his cock. She knelt up and began to strip, too urgent to think of making a show for him, but he didn’t seem to care, watching with that same boyish grin and stroking his balls and cock in an absentminded fashion.
She quickly had her top and bra off, kicked off her shoes and stood to get out of her skirt. His smile grew broader as her black silk camiknickers came on show, and she hesitated, wondering if he’d like her to keep them on. Her enquiring glance was met with a shake of his head.
‘No, no, off they come, but you can keep your stockings.’
Laura nodded, fumbling her knickers down and stepping free to leave herself to all intents and purposes naked; nothing concealed from his gaze, or his touch. There was still some embarrassment at being so exposed, and she was glad to get her apron back on, leaving her concealed at the front, if hardly decent, but bare behind. Chris chuckled.
‘That is a beautiful sight. Now down you go.’
She obeyed without hesitation, falling quickly to her knees, then to all fours. As she got down she felt her breasts loll forward beneath her apron and she knew he could see them, her bottom too. She nuzzled her face against his cock and balls, revelling in the feel of warm male flesh, before taking him into her mouth. He sighed, his hand closing in her hair to dictate the rhythm of her sucking as she got to work.
His cock immediately began to swell in her mouth, a sensation she had always adored and made all the better by the fantasy developing in her head. To be kneeling at his feet in nothing but her stockings and a cooking apron was good, but it would have been better still if she’d been spanked first, not as a sexy game, but as a punishment for some minor fault.
She moved forwards a little, making herself comfortable between his thighs so that she could play with his balls while she sucked. He was getting hard, and starting to push up into her mouth in his rising excitement, while the grip in her hair had tightened, keeping her firmly in place. She let her imagination run, playing the scene over in her head, how she’d be told off, maybe for refusing to work stripped, put across his knee, her knickers taken down and her bottom smacked hard. Once he was finished with her she’d be made to strip anyway and set to work in the nude but for her
She found herself blushing as she realised what she’d said and didn’t reply but quickly finished her task before going back into the living room. He sat as before, sprawled comfortably on the sofa with his long limbs spread out, except that he now had his jeans open and his cock and balls bulging from the fly. Laura stopped, at once thrilled and disgusted, amazed that he could be so rude but unable to deny her instinctive reaction. It was also just the sort of thing Tommy Fuller would have done to her, expecting sex without the slightest attempt at seduction first, pulling his cock out and demanding it attended to in a way that no weaker man would have dared.
Chris Drake was the same, grinning as he waited, completely sure of himself and rightly so. Laura swallowed, managed a weak nod and got down on her knees, still in her apron as she crawled across to him on all fours. He gave a knowing chuckle and slid himself a little further down the sofa, opening his long thighs to make himself available to her mouth. She reached him, her excitement rising fast as she took in the faint but heady scent of cock mingled with some masculine body product. He looked at her, amused, but also appreciative as he spoke.
‘I’d like your breasts bare.’
‘Of course.’
Laura’s hands went behind her back to the bow of her apron, but he wagged a finger at her.
‘No. Leave that on. In fact, yes, take everything else off except that, and you can stay that way.’
A shiver ran the length of Laura’s spine as she pictured herself cooking for him with nothing on but her apron, her bare bottom showing as she worked, at the stove, and on his cock. She knelt up and began to strip, too urgent to think of making a show for him, but he didn’t seem to care, watching with that same boyish grin and stroking his balls and cock in an absentminded fashion.
She quickly had her top and bra off, kicked off her shoes and stood to get out of her skirt. His smile grew broader as her black silk camiknickers came on show, and she hesitated, wondering if he’d like her to keep them on. Her enquiring glance was met with a shake of his head.
‘No, no, off they come, but you can keep your stockings.’
Laura nodded, fumbling her knickers down and stepping free to leave herself to all intents and purposes naked; nothing concealed from his gaze, or his touch. There was still some embarrassment at being so exposed, and she was glad to get her apron back on, leaving her concealed at the front, if hardly decent, but bare behind. Chris chuckled.
‘That is a beautiful sight. Now down you go.’
She obeyed without hesitation, falling quickly to her knees, then to all fours. As she got down she felt her breasts loll forward beneath her apron and she knew he could see them, her bottom too. She nuzzled her face against his cock and balls, revelling in the feel of warm male flesh, before taking him into her mouth. He sighed, his hand closing in her hair to dictate the rhythm of her sucking as she got to work.
His cock immediately began to swell in her mouth, a sensation she had always adored and made all the better by the fantasy developing in her head. To be kneeling at his feet in nothing but her stockings and a cooking apron was good, but it would have been better still if she’d been spanked first, not as a sexy game, but as a punishment for some minor fault.
She moved forwards a little, making herself comfortable between his thighs so that she could play with his balls while she sucked. He was getting hard, and starting to push up into her mouth in his rising excitement, while the grip in her hair had tightened, keeping her firmly in place. She let her imagination run, playing the scene over in her head, how she’d be told off, maybe for refusing to work stripped, put across his knee, her knickers taken down and her bottom smacked hard. Once he was finished with her she’d be made to strip anyway and set to work in the nude but for her
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