by Strong, Mimi
I rolled my eyes. “Just open the door, take your clothes off, and get in that bed.”
“I thought I was the boss.”
“Sure. As soon as we get in the room, you're the boss.”
He quickly opened the door and nudged me in.
I stood still, my arms at my sides, awaiting instructions.
He chuckled and started to remove his clothes, then stopped.
“Come here and undress me.”
I went to him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then hung it in the closet. I pulled his undershirt off over his head and then also hung it up. I could sense he was impatient with how long it was taking, which made me smile inwardly. If he wanted me to speed up, all he had to do was ask, but he didn't.
I unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them, and I walked over to the closet and hung them up as well. His cock was on its way up, trying to poke out of his boxers.
I dropped down to my knees, reached up, and carefully slid his boxers down. Then I stayed here on my knees, my mouth just inches from his cock, breathing on it but not touching it.
He shifted forward, nudging my lips, but he didn't say anything, so I didn't do anything. Again, I sensed his frustration, and I smiled inwardly.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I did.
“Can you, um, can you do that thing you do? It's so nice. Please?”
I stuck my tongue out and slowly circled it around the head. It seemed to grow and stiffen before my eyes, reaching for me. I ran my tongue along the shaft, all the way to the base and then back again.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said, more sure-sounding.
I stopped messing around and plunged him into my mouth. He groaned with pleasure as I sucked away at him.
“Keep doing that,” he said. “And don't stop.”
I took my job very seriously. And I liked it. I really enjoyed sucking on that gorgeous cock, and when he came in my mouth, it made me shiver with pleasure.
After I let him out of my mouth, he glanced down at me and seemed startled. “You still have your dress on!” he said.
“You never told me to take it off.”
“Oh. That gives me an idea.” He jumped back onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. “Let's raid the mini-bar, give me a few minutes to recuperate, and then you can do that Sugar Plum Fairy dance again.”
“I don't have any props, though. No gloves or anything, just the dress.”
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Lie back, I have an idea.”
I grabbed a pillow and got comfortable.
He said, “Am I still the boss?”
“Sure.”
“Then I order you to stay right where you are and focus on nothing but receiving pleasure.”
I nodded to confirm I understood.
He reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down.
“You look so hot in that dress,” he said. “But you look even hotter with nothing on, so let's get that off.” He pulled the dress off over my head and also removed my bra. He fixed me with his gaze and said, “Pleasure.”
I nodded and rested back on the bed.
He began at my toes, not sucking them, but rubbing them. After all the dancing, it felt amazing to have them squeezed. He massaged my feet and my arches, and then my ankles. Slowly, he moved up, to my calves. I still had some lingering muscle soreness from Nutcracker performances, and his touch on my legs was incredible.
Ever so slowly, he moved up, squeezing and massaging behind my knees and then up along my thighs. He paused on my inner thighs, and I thought he was going to my pussy next, but he rolled me over on my stomach and started again from the top, massaging the base of my skull, my neck, shoulders, and then my back.
As he rolled his big, warm hands up and down my spine and all my back muscles, I moaned with pleasure. After my back was loose and relaxed, he rubbed my buttocks, which actually felt better than I would have imagined. As he massaged the globes of my ass, his thumbs got closer and closer to my pussy. Before long, he was reaching down between my legs, tickling his finger over my clit and then in and out of my opening.
I started rocking my hips, grinding my mound down into his hand.
After teasing me for an eternity, he rolled me onto my back and leaned down to kiss me on my mound.
His tongue nudging its way between my folds was a revelation. He licked at me, massaging that aching, hot nub, until the tingling sensation engulfed me in a rolling, crashing wave of pleasure. After that one, he kept going, working his tongue and lips tirelessly over my clit, until I came again. And again.
And that was how I rung in the New Year. So you can understand why I'm in such a great mood today.
We slept in the hotel room's king-sized bed, entwined in each other's arms, and now we're going to spend the day together.
It's the first day of a new year. Today is the present, and the future, and I'm going to make the most of every minute.
This is the final story in the planned 3-part Her Teddy Bear series.
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Check out Mimi Strong's other great titles.
Mimi Strong
Borrowed Billionaire #1 #2 #3 #4 #5
Her Teddy Bear #1 #2 #3
The Ice Cream Shop Boy #1
Why Not Tonight? #1 #2
Two Hot People Had Sex (as Gordie MaGuire) #1
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