He opened the door as instructed and could hear the first accords of a music. It started softly. Then he saw her and froze on his tracks, if he thought about it he would realise his mouth was opened, probably watering.
She was looking at him, dressed in a black dress, looking like a witch. The dress was tight on the top, hugging her breasts, in a soft silky black tissue and the skirt was formed from layers of lacy black tissue. He could see she was wearing blackish stockings and high heels. He knew it was those stay-ups, he got hard just imagining them.
Her make-up was dramatic as was her face, the way she was looking him like she was ready to devour him, the sparkles in her eyes, the ideas surfacing on her look, startled him beyond movement. She was at the end of the small corridor where he entered. She had both hands on the walls beside her.
So he waited, still holding the door, watching her walking to him with her feline walk, kind of dancing, sliding hands in the wall, coming towards him…
When she got to him the music got strong and dramatic. She kissed him, passionately, taking the door off his hands and banging it closed. Pressing him against the corridor’s wall, undressing him. He reacted and fought for supremacy, trying to turn her against the wall and take her clothes instead. But she fought back, turning him again, taking his shirt off, opening his trousers and when he tried to get the dress off she simply looked at him and said the magic word: “no”.
So he surrendered and got what he could, being almost rendered incapable by her kisses and seeing himself totally naked in a few seconds when it all stopped. The music was soft again and she stopped kissing him; she got her hand across his neck, and guiding him by the neck, walking back-ways she directed him inside the apartment. The living room was completely empty but for a chair right in the middle of it. She continued to walk him there, sliding her hands from his neck to his shoulder and arms until he was totally free and yet somehow he knew she was making him seat with his shaft hard and ready in the middle of him.
The music is one of those that has a drumming at the background that mimics the heart beat in some ways, a music full of passion and magic that reminds one of a ritual of lust and love. A music so strong with so many changes that it can make a woman come only by the imagination it provokes.
He then takes in the atmosphere, there are some candles, some flowers and a bit of a red and dark lights. There is some smell in the air, no it is actually her smell already clinging to him… something different there that is driving him crazy on top of her usual smell that he knows well, he can smell her arousal, her juices, and his own sweat and excitement.
She walks away from him with the music and start dancing for him, moving her hips, almost without breaking connection with his eyes. He feels like a rat locked into the staring eyes of a snake, the funny thing is that he wants to be eaten, he wants to be eaten whole!
With her movements and the precise following of every single beat of the song, he confirms first that she is using those stockings with the lace on the thighs and that she has him totally under her power. He feels so hard, so ready, he can barely breathe.
She comes near him again, he stops breathing. She comes behind his chair, caressing him and his dick with one hand, kissing his mouth and presenting her g-strings to him with the other hand. She has taken them out and given them to him, actually letting them fall on his lap in a dramatic act.
So when she comes to dance more she is naked under the skirt and the skirt has openings all around letting him see parts and pieces of legs and calves, thighs and knees, buttocks and pussy, and she is so elegant, her movements are so sexy, so powerful, he really feels he is being bewitched.
To another switch in the song she comes to him, the music is so soft now, she caress his face while she drops to her knees, in de middle of his legs, opening them slowly a bit wider, she then bends and licks his dick, slowly and looking at his face, from the base to de tip, letting her saliva on it, only three times but slowly. She gets up, put her legs around him and sits down slowly, letting him enter her millimetre by millimetre, until he is deep down. She puts his hands around her waist and bends to her back, she bends down almost to the floor, feeling him about to break her in half with his penetration. She brings herself back and he helps when he realises her intent. And she slowly lets him slip out of her as she gets up. Now her eyes are closed and she is biting the side of her mouth trying to concentrate and understand why she is doing it.
But she recovers, open her eyes and re-start dancing, she touches herself for him to see. She brings the top part of her dress down to her waist exposing her breasts. She dances with the wall, sliding and bending toward it, when she is free of it she uses both her hand on her breasts, then on her hair, on her arms in the middle of her legs and to let him see her butt.
She finishes coming back to him and seating on him again. This time it ends with the music, with a kiss.
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