Shakira: el Principio

"I never normally wear one, but special occasions require a new outfit," she murmured, licking her upper lip slowly, her tongue gliding perfectly over her gloss lips, her dirty blonde hair laying spread out over the sheets around her. He leaned down to kiss her firmly again, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his hand flipped her shirt back from her leather squeezed body and moved to cup her pert left breast, forced him tightly by her corset. Reaching up, she grabbed his wrist and gently pushed him away, sliding herself out from under him. Cheekily she gave a quick yank to the arm he was leaning on, causing him to collapse on the bed next to her as she pulled herself over the side and onto her heeled feet next to the bed.

"I've got a treat for you," she purred, running her tongue over her front teeth as she sexily stepped back from the bed, her light shirt hanging loosely.

"Sounds interesting, additional treat to getting you then," he said with a smile. She positively beamed at him as she gave a little stretch and then jiggled her perky chest, shrugging the shirt off backwards as she pushed herself out, arching her back and revealing the corset fully, and also a pair of fishnet forearm sleeves to just add a little something. Placing her hands on her hips, she let him fully appreciate her slimmed waist for a moment before turning round, giving a pronounced wiggle of her curvy hips and rounded arse under the tan leather pencil skirt. Arching her back a little more, she pushed out her inviting rear to him as he looked up her back, her dirty blonde hair hanging down over the top of the corset, a single line of brilliant white lacing running down the middle of her back to hold her in. He hands slid down over her hips and then slowly round onto her firm, rounded bum, giving a little squeeze as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, giving a little "ooh" sound as she eyed him sexily sideways through her loose hair, making his heart skip a beat.

"Bet you've been waiting for this for a long time," she said huskily as she took hold of the zip and slowly pulled it down.

"Sure have, wanna see that nice ass of yours," he said with a wry smile, his eyes flitting between her nice rounded bum and her pretty eyes. She ran her tongue slowly over her glossy top lip as she pulled the zip to the bottom, releasing the tan leather pencil skirt, which hugged her sexy rear and legs down to near her knees. With a sensual wiggle of her hips she pushed the skirt down, hearing him give an approving "mm-hmm" sound as her sexy hips and full, rounded arse came into view, also revealing the sexy underwear she had on for him. A lacy black garter belt was wrapped round her soft, lightly tanned skin just under the bottom edge of her corset, the garters leading down snugly over the top of her arse which was encased in matching tight fitting black lace French knickers, hugging the curves of her rear and the soft, warm bulge of her pussy which peeked at him as she bent a little to slide the skirt down. The tan leather slide down over her legs, revealing the end of the garters attached to black lace topped fishnet stockings that he'd seen which led down into her tall black boots.

She didn't turn back to him as she straightened up and stepped out of her skirt, feeling his eyes burning into her as she stood before him. They were indeed, taking in every little detail of her beautiful feminine form. Her dirty blonde hair leading down over her smooth shoulders to the squeezing leather corset, its white lacing a sharp contrast as it led to a knot just above her black lacy garter belt, the garters perfectly framing the tight, sexy knickers pulled tightly up her full, rounded rear, before leading down to her smooth legs, wrapped in fishnet before disappearing into her high-heeled boots. It was a picture of perfection, and to think that he had the honour of breaking her into BDSM was more than enough to make him rock hard. She turned back to him, clearing a little shy as she kept her head down, just leaning down to move to her boots.

"No," he said swiftly, leaning up from where he'd been lying on the bed, startling her a little and making her jolt up to look at him, blushing somewhat and clearly thinking she'd done something wrong.

"But I was just gonna..." she started, indicating her boots.

"No you haven't done anything wrong. I wanna see you pose in that sexy lingerie is all," he said with a smile, seeing her blush a little more as she smiled back before she gave a starting pose, flicking her head back with a hand in her hair, one on her hip with one leg forwards, arching her back to push her perky breasts out.

"Not bad, keep going," he said with a smirk and a nod as she gave him a playful roll of her eyes and then stood straight and leaned over, throwing her hair back out the way as it fell forwards, offering him a nice view down her corset, her firm breasts pressed up tightly by the leather, just inviting a good squeeze as she swayed for a moment and then stood back up, turning to give him a nice side profile. He took her in, her soft features, slender body defined by the peaks of her humble breasts and curve of her slightly arched back leading to her full rounded rear, all clad in sexy leather and lace. Seeing his pleasure, she gave a grin and then turned away, arching her back as tight as she could to push her arse out, squeezing her powerful legs together as she spun on her heels to present him her arse again, leaning forwards so her knickers retreated a little further between her cheeks and showed her off. She gave a glance back at him through her loose, golden hair, her deep brown eyes catching his over her bare shoulder.

"Spread those legs," he said huskily, glancing back down to her rear. Shakira wasn't a huge extrovert and to bend over and deliberately show herself off was not something she did. Feeling a little rush go through her, she took a deep breath as she leant forwards a little more and then stepped her legs apart, revealing the bulge of her pussy to him, hearing him breathe in a little sharper as she did so. She was already feeling a bit horny when she'd met up with him, the thrill of the new experience and all, and then with their talk and flirting she'd got more than a little turned on. And now, getting heavy with him and then voluntarily stripping had her hotter than she thought she'd ever been. She could feel the wetness of her pussy, her clit rock hard, all separated from him by just a thin layer of black lace.

"Now you can undo those boots, and don't you even think about bending your knees," he said, Shakira able to hear the smirk on his lips. She didn't mind at all though, in fact she loved it, the attention he gave her and ultimately the power she had over him in a way. She couldn't help but give a little laugh as he ordered her not to bend her knees, not making any excuses at wanting to see her arse as she bent over before him, not that she minded one little bit, loving him looking at her deep down despite her occasional shyness. Doing just as he asked, she bent straight over to reach down to her knee-high boots, hearing him give a sigh as her rounded rear pulled tight, the firm cheeks smooth and begging to be fondled, the inviting bulge of her pussy teasing him from under the lace as she reached down and slid the zips slowly down on both boots, rocking her body gently so her gorgeous booty swayed for him.

"Good girl," he said with a smile and a wink at her as she glanced back whilst she stood up, giving a proud smile herself at his appreciation. Raising each foot in turn, she pulled off her boots and tossed them aside with a thud. Turning back to him, she leaned down and ran her hands down her right leg, murmuring sensually as her hands glided over the garters and fishnet stocking, hooking her fingers into it slightly as she slid back up and showily unsnapped the garter from it.

He watched on with hungry eyes as she unclipped the back one, not worried about her state of dress before him now as he drank her up with his gaze, making sure she kept her legs just apart enough to tease him so he could see the bulge of her hot pussy, but not enough to ruin the illusion. With the garters released, she pouted at him and pushed her hands down, slipping the fishnet stocking down her smooth, tanned leg, all the way to her ankle as she lifted it up, before she pulled the stocking by its lacy top so it was long and sprung off her foot. She gave a little spin of it and threw it towards him, landing on the foot of the bed with a purr. Repeating the act on her other delicious leg, it left her in her naughty French knickers and her garter belt, the garters hanging loosely down onto her thighs.
"This isn't much use now then is it?" she said with a giggle, pulling the garter belt at her waist out with a thumb before she reached round the back and unhooked it, peeling the delicate black lingerie from her hips and also throwing it towards him. In just her corset and knickers, he eyed her up.

"Your legs look smooth, shaved?" he said, eyeing her smooth, shiny limbs.

"Waxed, went to my waxer yesterday to get ready," she said simply, giving a little twitch of her eyebrows before she turned away. His heart gave a little lurch as she bent over once again, nothing in the way now though, just her smooth legs running all the way up to her mostly exposed arse as her French knickers slipped up high again before she deliberately spread her legs a little so he could see her. Taking an audible breath, she reached back and took hold of the waist, stretching the elastic out, toying with it for a moment before she pushed it back, sliding her underwear down a little to just reveal the cleft of her soft buttocks. Pushing them down further, she could hear his breathing increase as she revealed pretty much her whole bum, just keeping herself covered enough to hide his final prize. With a deep breath, she took the plunge and pushed her knickers right down, pushing them down her thighs and letting them go, the thin black lace dropping to the floor to reveal her smooth, swollen pussy lips, waxed to perfection with her deep engorged inner lips visible between them, juicy and waiting.

"They did a good job," he breathed, his eyes locked on her sweet snatch as she held her position bent over and stepped out of her lacy underwear, picking them up before she straightened up again before turning to face him, bravely looking at him despite her embarrassment as she turned to show her naked bottom half to him, her pussy waxed completely bald and on display for him as she threw her knickers to him, landing on the bed with the rest of her lingerie as she spread her legs a little so he could fully see her, not wanting to disappoint.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, eyeing her juicy pussy before glancing back at her worried face.

"Smile babe, you're perfect," he said, making her break into a smile.

"Thank you," she said modestly, feeling more comfortable now, standing proudly before him in just her black leather corset. With a sly smile he slid onto his feet and approached her, eyeing her up as he reached her, just looking into her eyes for a moment before he slid his hands onto her bare hips, feeling the heat of her skin as he slid upwards and onto her smooth corset, his hands following the corset into her slim waist, where he stopped, holding her.
"How tight is this thing?" he said, firmly squeezing her already tight body, making her murmur.

"Four inches smaller than my normal waist," she said softly, smiling cutely.

"Nice, not so tight you can't bend over at least though," he said, leaning forwards to softly kiss her before he slid around behind her, letting his hands run round her waist as she raised her arms for him. Once behind her, he flicked her hair away from her neck and lightly kissed it, her body shivering a little as he did it whilst his hands travelled upwards, cupping her firmly contained breasts in their black leather. He gave a good squeeze, since the leather was tight and she needed it, pressing into her soft boobs so she gave a grunt, immediately making her blush that she'd made such a noise.

"Sorry," she said a little embarrassed at her wanton sound.

"No it's good, that sounded great," he said, pressing forwards against her with his hips so she could feel his rock hard erection through his trousers, sending a little thrill through her. He pulled back again, trailing his hands down her sides and round the back, just letting them drag at her lacing before he pushed them down onto her warm, soft arse, a hand on each of her firm cheeks before he gave a good firm squeeze, making her groan throatily and tilt her head back a little. He sucked at her neck lightly and squeezed a little harder, feeling her shudder a little before he pulled away, giving a little pat to her rear as his hands slid back up to her waist again.

"It feels even better when you don't have anything on," he said, hearing her laugh softly as he licked up to her ear, just flicking at the lobe with his tongue, distracting her as his hand swiftly made its way over the front of her tight leather. His fingers slid off the bottom, over her smooth lower tummy and then straight onto her pussy, making her gasp at the sudden stimulation.

"Ooh somebody's a little turned on I think," he teased, rubbing her hot, swollen labia with just enough pressure to make her tingle, giving another gasp as he pressed his middle finger between her lips, just spreading them enough to stroke her delicate inner petals. Pulling up he expertly found her stiff clit, making her give another grunt of pleasure as he firmly rubbed round the outside of it, making her abdominal muscles tense and her try to double over in pleasure, resisting it as best she could.

"More than a little turned on, positively horny," he said, with a smirk, pulling his hand away and then slowly raising it to her lips, making it more than clear what he wanted from her. Shakira opened her mouth and leaned forward to capture his finger, eagerly sucking her sweet juices from it, feeling him stroke her hair with his spare hand.

"Good girl, just you wait there," he whispered in her ear, sliding away from behind her and walking across the room, leaving her hotter than ever. He went over to a set of drawers, opening the top one and delving in, his hand searching briefly before he pulled it back, drawing out a black leather collar, its buckle glinting in the refracted light coming through the skinny frosted windows that showed just above ground. Walking back over to her, Shakira flicked her hair back in readiness as he held it out, slipping it round her soft, slender neck and moving behind her. She reached back and held her hair up out the way as he deftly secured the collar snugly round her neck. It wasn't the first time she'd worn a collar but it certainly was during sex.

"There, just perfect," he said with a smile, stepping back in front of her as she smiled proudly, reaching up to lightly pull at the black leather, testing it a little. His hands slid to hers, holding them as he leaned forwards to kiss her again, their lips pressing together firmly before their tongues met, entwining and massaging one another as they kissed passionately, Shakira feeling her whole soul alight with excitement from him.

"I think it's time you did something else with your lips," he said huskily with a smirk as they broke apart, her breath breaking the air with a little sigh. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then broke into a devilish smile, slipping her hands from his and down his sides.

"Yes sir," she whispered, taking hold of his hips and lowering herself to her knees. She slid her hand round the belt of his dark jeans, taking hold and pulling it quite forcibly open, speedily undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. His jeans glided down his legs at her touch, her warm hands immediately sliding back up his limbs to his tented shorts, just brushing her hand over him with a little contented sigh as she took hold of the elastic at his hips. Pulling down quite quickly, she tugged his shorts down to join his jeans, letting his rock hard erection spring up, standing straight up totally solid before her. She couldn't hold back a little murmur of pleasure, looking up at him with a little flush of her cheeks as she did so, seeing him just smiling down at her. He reached out and just lightly stroked his fingers through her hair as she locked her eyes back on his cock, taking in the saluting 7" member just in front of her face, noticing how thick he was. Certainly thicker than average for his length she was sure, something she knew she was bound to notice when the time came.

Reaching over she took hold of him firmly, feeling him shuffle his feet a little as she wrapped her dainty hand round his thick shaft, her hand not reaching fully around him. She saw no option but to use both hands, pushing her existing hand down to the base of his thick cock, placing her other elegant hand in front of it to double grip him, giving his stiff organ a firm squeeze. Shakira felt his thick cock surge and jump in her hands at the squeeze, smiling wryly as she started to slowly stroke up and down, firmly jerking him from the very base of his cock all the way to the bulbous tip that stood up just inches from her pretty face. He gave a light groan of pleasure as she started stroking up, squeezing and pressuring him in different ways as she stroked him, licking her lips in readiness. He didn't rush her, simply letting her work, preparing herself as she rocked slightly on her knees before him, working his solid erection as he looked down her corset at her firm, perky breasts.

"Ready when you are," he said with a smile down at her, her eyes just flitting up to meet his, her smile evident through them more than her lips. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth slightly and pressed her warm, soft lips to the tip of his cock, her tongue just touching and then firmly kneading at the tip of his large purple head, feeling him shift a little before she pushed forwards, just allowing her soft lips to follow every contour of his hardon as she sunk him into her hot mouth, hearing him groan as she did. He shivered a little as she pushed down to take him almost to the back of her throat, feeling his hand glide through her dirty blonde hair as she paused, just sucking lightly at him, hollowing her cheeks so their exquisite softness pressed onto his shaft as her tongue made a raking motion up the underside and off the tip, making his thick cock twitch.

"Mm Shakira..." he breathed, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations as she slipped herself back on him, sliding his length out of her mouth as she pulled back to the head, pausing to swirl her powerful tongue around it before gliding back down his shaft to take around 5" in again, bumping the back of her throat this time, giving a little moan that sent pleasant vibrations through his cock. Shakira didn't wait this time, slipping back up him again, starting to suck harder now, a firm suction on his member as she started to work with her tongue. Rolling her tongue back under him, she flicked it quite expertly forwards so that the tip ran down the underside of his cock, where she would then wrap it around the thick shaft, lapping up the sides. As she started to bob her head, she timed it perfectly so that she flicked it down him as she took him into her mouth and then wrapped it hotly round him as she pulled back up his cock, her lips bulging on the ridge of his swollen head. His groans and mumbles of pleasure were all she needed to hear to know she was doing a good job, since after all these things came with a little practise.

Picking up her pace, she started bobbing harder on him, bumping the back of her throat firmly, resting her tongue tricks and just using it to firmly push up along his shaft as she briskly sucked up and down, making slightly slurping noises as he brushed her hair back from her face to see her swallowing his cock. She wouldn't deny that she was enjoying it, drooling a little round him as she aimed to give him the hottest blowjob of his life, the saliva running down her chin, which she was a little glad he couldn't see so he didn't think she'd done this too many times. She sucked a little harder again, hearing him give a gasp as it pulled at his engorged head before she pushed down to take a little more in, pushing at her throat and making it quite clear her long term aim as she took hold of his hips. His hand rested in her soft, dirty-blonde hair, feeling the movements of her head as she bobbed up and down, her soft lips wrapped tightly round his cock, a dream come true. He never imagined on receiving a return letter from her that things would ever get to this, and it was just perfect, the Columbian pop star sucking happily on his cock and doing a great job as he always knew she would.