Discovering Charlotte

We kiss our way through half the bottle like this before she finally gets off of me. We're both soaking wet and as Charlotte gets up, I admire the way her jeans curve around those big hips. A run of Champagne darkens her right thigh and I trace its path down between her legs.

"Oh, you're soaking baby." I say as I get on my knees, put my hand on each cheek of her ass and start sucking the denim in front of her pussy. I feel her hands, once again pulling at the back of my head, only this time, she's bringing my face forward. She grinds her pussy against my face and I am desperate to get at what's underneath her wet jeans.

I reach above and clumsily try to undo the clasp of her belt, but Charlotte is grinding so hard that the best I can do is hook my fingers into the waist of her jeans and hang on for dear life.

Finally, Charlotte steps back and undoes her belt. She says "You got me all wet." I somehow don't think she's talking about the Champagne. With the belt in her hand, I start to think this mistress thing might get a little out of hand, but she simply flings it behind her.

"Do you still think of me as your slut?" She unhooks the top button of her jeans as she says this.

"Baby, I never thought that."

Her brows lift at my response. She unhooks another button and says, "You bought me some really slutty toys."

"I didn't mean anything by it."

"You don't want to see them inside of me?" Another button.

"Well, that's not the same thing."

She pops the final button and now I can see the silk underneath. It's fire engine red and smooth as satin. "I bet you would. I bet you'd really like to see that glass cock in my ass."

I nod. Vigorously.

"Take off your pants. I want to see how badly you want it."

I stand, unbuckling my own belt. My stiff cock bounces out of my pants as I yank them down with my boxers in one motion. I look down to see it glistening with anticipation. She swipes at my tip with one finger and puts it directly into her mouth; slowly sucking at her finger.

Instinctively, I grab my cock and as I do so, she gives me a small push that sends me sitting back down on the couch.

Her jeans magically slip off and she's standing there with only her panty and a buttonless blouse. It clings to her body, the white fabric made transparent from the Champagne, contrasting against the red. She stands in front of me, as if trying to think of what to do next. Her hair is a disheveled mess. Her makeup and mascara uneven.

For my part, I continue to stroke myself, perfectly content to masturbate while staring at her half naked body.

After a thirty second staring contest, she finally breaks the silence and says, "Well, do you want to see what you bought?"

"Oh baby. I really do." I instinctively glance over towards the door where we abandoned her roller bag 30 minutes ago. "Do you want me to get it out?" I ask.

"Yes." She steps towards me just as I am getting up. Confused, I lean in to kiss her but she only indulges me a little. A soft peck on her lips is all she allows before she places her hands on my shoulder and gently pushes me down. As I get on my knees, I bring my face forward but she steps back.

"Baby!" I gasp. Exasperated. I want to play her game, but enough is enough. I start to get frustrated but she applies more pressure on my shoulders and says, "Sit down."

I want to protest but it's useless. I'm completely at her mercy and she knows it. I want so desperately to rifle through her suitcase and find the largest dildo I can get a hold of. She can play her little game, but I had every intention of putting her over my knee the first chance I get. She was going to pay very dearly for each one of those slaps.

"I said, sit down." Her voice is firm now. More commanding. She's getting ready for something.

I sit with my back against the couch. My head lolls back on the seat cushion. As frustrated as I am, I can't help admire her beauty. Her confidence. She comes to me and then stands directly over me. Red satin inches from my face. From here I can smell her pussy and once again I bring my face forward. God, how I love that smell. Just as I my lips make contact with her panty, she yanks my hair back and says, "I thought you want to get it out?"

At first I don't take her meaning. I have no idea what she is talking about. When I look up, I see her looking down at me. Her eyebrows lifted in a question. "Didn't you say you want to get that dildo out now?"

With that, she turns around and puts her big ass right on my face. I'm so shocked I barely have time to register a reply before her right cheek engulfs my face. She pushes back hard. Too hard. My head knocks back against the couch and still there is more ass. It's all I can see. It's all I can feel on my face. Her enormous fat ass that I am so in love with.

With my head completely flat on the seat of the couch, Charlotte is quite literally, sitting on my face. When she centers the crack of her ass just over my face, I finally realize what she is talking about. What she wants me to do. The hard glass against my lips is unmistakable. I use both hands to move her forward just a little bit. Just to see what I am dealing with.

What I see makes me almost cum. Between two mountains of perfect flesh, a thin red line is stretched across a round base of glass.

"Oh my ...FUCK. God. Holy..." The words tumble out of my mouth. Without meaning or sense, I am completely at a loss for anything intelligible. My mind is reeling. I want to know how long she's had it in. How it makes her feel. How uncomfortable it is. But instead, all I can do is let out a string of obscenities.

She bends all the way over. As if she's doing toe touches in an exercise routine. I love everything about her, but this one act of sexual deviance sends me over the edge. I put both hands on her ass and grope wildly. I use them to pull her back towards me and lick at both sides of her ass. I pull her cheeks apart and then shove them back together again. I kiss, I lick, I bite. I barely notice the musty smell of sweat and pussy and ass. If sex had a smell, it'd be exactly that. A dirty mixture that makes me think of only one thing.

Getting inside Charlotte.

TBC.