The scissor virgin for her session

Title: The Scissor Virgin for Her: A Deliciously Sinful Session

The pulsating beat of the music filled the air, its sensual rhythm seeping into every corner of the room. Candles flickered, casting long shadows across the walls. A plush red sofa sat in the center, surrounded by a faraway sea of pink, the color of freshly landscaped cotton candy clouds now blushing with the impending storm.

She perched herself on the armrest, her high-heeled feet gently grazing the hardwood floor. An expertly applied face of makeup accentuated her features, the crimson on her lips mirroring the rich hue of the sofa. Her long, luxurious honey-colored hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, a stark contrast against the taut black satin of her lingerie.

The object of her desires stood before her, a vision in her secretary’s outfit. A crisp white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to hint at what lay beneath. A tight grey pencil skirt hugged her curves, cinched at the waist, the fabric straining against her hips. Black stockings were secured with lacy garters, compliments of the sheer black nylons beneath. They ended just above her bright red high heels, the gleaming leather a provocative contrast to the skin they kissed.

As the music pulsed on, she slowly stood, approaching the trembling figure. Her hands reached out, hovering for a moment before caressing the silky strands of hair. Her fingers trailed down, tracing the delicate features, the flushed cheeks, the trembling lips. She leaned in, her breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

“Don’t be nervous, darling. We’re going to have so much fun tonight,” she purred, her voice dripping with seductive intent. The secretary’s breath hitched as tiny tremors ran through her body. “Now, I want you to strip for me. Nice and slow.”

The secretary swallowed hard, nodding hesitantly as she began to move. She turned around, facing away from her, her fingers reaching for the buttons of her blouse. One by one they were undone, revealing more and more of her creamy skin to the flickering candlelight. The blouse fell away, pooling at her feet, unveiling a lacy black bra.

The bra was next, the straps slowly sliding down her arms as she arched her back. She released the catch with a soft click, letting it fall, allowing the cool air to caress her bare breasts. She reached for the zipper of her skirt, drawing it down agonizingly slowly, until it too fell away, leaving her in just her stockings, garters, and heels.

She turned back around, giving a tantalizing peek at everything she now bared beneath the bandages. She could feel her heart racing, thumping against her chest as she awaited the next command. A flush crawled its way up her neck, reaching her cheeks, mirroring the heat building in her core.

“Come here, sweetness,” the woman purred, beckoning with a crooked finger. The secretary stepped forward, her motions tentative, yet eager. She stopped when their bodies were merely an inch apart, her chest rising and falling with her own shallow breaths.

The woman’s hands came up, cupping the secretary’s face, her thumbs brushing the underside of her jaw. She leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy, messy, and utterly consuming. She nibbled at her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, soothing it with her tongue. Their lips moved together, tongues dancing, tasting, exploring.

Without breaking the kiss, she guided the secretary to the sofa, gently pushing her down onto the soft leather. She stepped back, admire the bared form before her. She took her time, drinking in every inch, every curve, every breathy inch of bare skin.

“Spread your legs for me, sugar. Let me see that virgin pussy of yours,” she purred, her voice a husky whisper. The secretary hesitated for only a moment before complying, her knees falling open, allowing her to admire the glistening sight between them.

The woman licked her lips, her eyes darkening with desire. She sank to her knees, settling her body between the secretary’s open thighs. She leaned forward, placing a feather-light kiss just above her neat thatch of curls. The secretary gasped, her hips twitching forward, craving more of the delicious friction.

“Not yet, baby. I’m going to take my time with you. Make you beg for my touch,” she promised, her lips brushing the sensitive skin with every word. She traced her nose along her slit, inhaling deeply, savoring the musky aroma of her arousal. Her tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her lips, teasing, tasting, coaxing.

The secretary’s head fell back, her chest heaving as small gasps and mewls fell from her kiss-swollen lips. Her hands grasped at the sofa, knuckles white as she clawed at the leather. Her hips gyrated, searching, seeking, aching for more. The woman’s tongue circled her clit, flicking, dipping, swirling, until the secretary was mindless with pleasure.

Just as she felt herself nearing the edge, the woman pulled back. The secretary whimpered at the loss, her eyes flying open, pleading. The woman grinned, a devilish glint in her eyes as she retrieved a strap-on from behind the sofa.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me how badly you want to cum on my strap,” she demanded, slowly working the dildo into place. The secretary’s eyes widened, her gaze locked onto the prominent bulge.

“I-I want it. I want you, please,” she begged, her voice breathy, her eyes glassy with lust. The woman smirked, taking her time as she crawled over the trembling form. She positioned the head at her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her soaked folds.

“Beg for it,” she commanded, applying just enough pressure to tease her, but never enough to enter her. The secretary whimpered, her hips bucking upward, trying to force the intrusion.

“Please, I need it. I need you inside me. Please,” she pleaded, her voice raw with desperation. The woman grinned, finally giving the secretary what she so desperately craved. She slowly pushed forward, letting the secretary feel every delicious inch as it stretched her.

The secretary cried out, her back arching off the sofa as she was filled to the brim. The woman began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She leaned down, capturing the secretary’s lips in another searing kiss, swallowing every gasp, every moan.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Taking me so deeply,” the woman purred against her lips, her hips increasing their pace. The secretary mewled, her nails raking down the woman’s back, urging her on. “That’s it, baby. Gimme those hips. Fuck back on my cock.”

The secretary obeyed, her hips moving in tandem with the woman’s thrusts. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and moans. The pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter in her core, until she was sure she would burst.

“That’s it, sugar. Cum for me. Squeezing my cock so tightly,” the woman urged, slamming into her harder, deeper. The secretary could only see stars, her vision blurring as the coil finally snapped. She came apart beneath her, her walls clamping down, pulsating around the delicious, throbbing intrusion.

The woman followed close behind, throwing her head back with a guttural moan as she reached her own peak. She collapsed on top of the secretary, their chests heaving as they fought to catch their breath.

“That was just a taste, baby. Next time, I’ll hogtie you and fuck you until you can’t walk,” the woman promised, pressing a kiss to the secretary’s racing pulse. The secretary only whimpered in response, already eager for the next deliciously sinful session with her scissor virgin.