Smut for a Saturday night

She stands before you, bold but shy. Almost defiantly naked, yet with downcast eyes. She feels your gaze, it almost burns her flesh as it passes over her, noting every freckle, pausing on her startling nipples, circling them, almost tasting them, before continuing down her belly to the little red curls and beyond.

Beyond. Your eyes become a tongue and lap at the hood of her clit, wanting to push it away from the trigger to her moans and pleas.

You insert your leg between hers and nudge them apart. You wish she were up on a platform, you don't want to kneel before her, you want her kneeling before you, but her cunt calls. You want to continue the inspection. You consider your options, and choose to wait. You will never kneel before her.

You circle her slowly, sensing her sink into subspace as she feels you turning her into an object for your consideration. She could be a statue at the museum, in a private gallery. Very private and very perverted. You note her ass, and wonder how many slaps of the belt, how many strokes of the cane, you could fit across each cheek, placed in obsessively parallel lines on each side of the door to her desecration. You've been hard since you spotted her, but the sight of her little puckered portal causes your cock to jerk up a size. You start contemplating how you will take her, how you will inaugurate her anus as a depository for your precious bodily fluids.

Your cock screams.

You move up behind her, feeling the power that comes of handling her naked when you are fully clothed. You pull her to you so that your erection forces itself into her consciousness, even through the condom of your jeans. You reach one hand up to her nipple and twist.

She screams.

Your cock grows another size.

You push her onto the edge of the bed, face down. You push her legs apart. You pull down your jeans.

Your cock rejoices at being free and, taking a deep breath, grows yet one more size.

Her training is about to begin.

[Now that I am happy and centered again, I can return to writing smut. Enjoy.]