British woman wants tea and gives scissors
Title: “Scene of the Seduction”
The office was already dimly lit when she entered, but her presence illuminated the room. Amelia, the British secretary, strut elegantly into the room, her voluptuous curves accentuated by a lacy black bra peeking out from her partially unbuttoned crisp white shirt. A garter belt hugged her sensuous thighs that seemed to go on for miles, held up by sheer black stockings attached with delicate clasps. She was the embodiment of professionalism and sex appeal rolled into one devastating package.
Amelia sashayed over to her desk, her hips swaying hypnotically as she neared the tea kettle sitting atop her drawer. As the water began to boil, she slowly undid another button on her shirt, revealing more of her ample cleavage aching to be freed from its lacy prison. The steam rose from the kettle as her breathing became more heavy and wanton.
In one fluid motion, she grabbed the kettle and flipped it over, spilling the hot water onto the desk. The scissors she kept hidden in a drawer clattered to the floor. Amelia’s eyes gleamed with mischief and desire as she picked up the scissors, examining their shiny metal edges that seemed to beg to touch her silky skin.
With a smoldering gaze, she traced the tips around her delicate collarbone, teasing herself with a light grazing touch. The cool blades sent shivers down her spine straight to her core. She then moved the scissors lower, snipping at the fabric holding her breasts captive. The material gave way easily, freeing her perfect round breasts crowned with rosy nipples. They bounced slightly invitingly. Amelia gasped in delight, running her fingers over the hardened peaks.
Next, she turned her attention to the skirt imprisoning her luscious thighs. Lifting her shapely bottom, she slipped the scissors under the fabric and in one swift cut, the skirt fell away, exposing her matching black lace panties and garter belt. She hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties and tugged suggestively.
Throwing her head back in ecstasy, Amelia shimmied out of her silky panties, letting them pool at her feet. She was now adorned only in her stockings, garter belt, heels and the scissors still in hand. Her glistening pussy called out for attention, the scent of her arousal filling the room. With a wolfish smile, she traced the cool sharp tip of the scissors over her clit, teasingly.
“Ohhh you naughty little scissors…” she moaned, pressing the cold metal against her soaking wet cunt. “What latest treasures shall we uncover today?” Her eyes sparkled with wicked anticipation as she continued her sensual foreplay, never losing control of the dangerous tool in her hand.
Lost in her own world of desire, Amelia’s grip shifted and the sharp edge nicked her inner thigh. A crimson bead welled up from the tiny cut. She brought her finger to her mouth and sucked the blood away sensually, swirling her tongue over the pad of her finger. An exciting rush of taboo desire coursed through her.
With the scissors still clutched tightly, Amelia laid back on her desk, letting her legs dangle off the edge to the floor. She spread them wide in clear invitation as the scissors trailed over her body, following her delectable curves. Reaching her apex, she lightly pressed the sharp point against her swollen clit before dragging it down through her slick folds. The delicious friction and danger of the unknown made her pussy clench and walls tremble with need.
“There’s a naughty girl,” she groaned, plunging the scissors deep into her dripping honey pot. Her tight walls stretched to accommodate the foreign object, slick juices dripping down. The cool metal inside her blazing heat sent sparks of pleasure throughout her body.
Amelia rocked her hips slowly at first, building a rhythm as she fucked herself harder with the scissors. Her breasts bounced with each movement, the motion making the scissors move in and out of her aching core. The intermittent pressure against her g-spot made her body quake in ecstasy.
“Fuckkk yesss…” she cried out shamelessly, plunging the scissors deep with each jolt of her hips. She was lost to the world, completely absorbed in her own depravity. Her saunter wooshed out as jolts of electric pleasure shot through her, pushing her closer to the edge.
That’s when she felt the sharp point graze her inner walls, slicing her open with intense ease. The delicious pain-pleasure mix catapulted her into orgasmic bliss. Her pussy clenched and spasmed uncontrollably as she squirted all over the scissors. A stream of hot cream flooded out, drenching the floor. Her body convulsed and shuddered as wave after wave of climax crashed over her, leaving her a mewling, trembling mess.
As she came down from her high, Amelia slowly removed the scissors, cum dripping from the handle. She brought it to her mouth, licking off every drop of her essence. “Mmmm, tasty,” she purred with satisfaction. Her green eyes sparkled with wicked glee, a sultry smirk playing on her lips.
Placing the scissors aside, she languidly rose up on quivering legs, satisfied yet craving more. Amelia knew she had her depraved game to look forward to the next time her “tools of the trade” would unleash her dark desires once more. She straightened her shattered composure, stepping delicately into her bra and panties, tucking the wetted black lace into her stockings, and buttoning up her shirt, just barely concealing her completeness allure.
With a final sway of her hips and flash of lace, the enigma that was Amelia faded back out into the world, ready for her next darkened adventure, *lingeringly looking forward* to the next time she would rip herself open with scissors’ taboo caress once again… but to be continued. (coming soon) in “Scene of the Strapons”.
