"I walk into the house. you're exhausted after a hard day's subbing. I say s, you've cum so many times and now i'm telling you you have to cum more. I...'m going to bring you to your knees, I want you begging me to stop. You say you can't make yourself cum again. So I reply it's fine, I'll make you cum. I tie your wrists to your desk chair arms and even though you're knackered, you smile and squirm a little in your seat. I straddle you and go to work on your nipples, kissing them, licking them. u. Note: This story can be lengthy as I wanted to include every detail to make it as erotic as possible and will be broken down into parts, hopefully, you like it.On the evening of a cold winter night, I got an email saying that I had gotten a message from someone replying to the ad that I had posted. I was surprised I got any reply back and was even more surprised when I came to know that I had been contacted by a married Indian woman.This was too good to be true, my years of searching had. "I want you," Justin told her thickly."I know, I'm sorry!" she told him, "it's not... it's just... Can you get off me? Please Justin?"Reluctantly he rolled off her onto his side. She looked up at the sky, calming her breathing. Absently she pulled the cup of her top back over her tit and nestled it back into place."Wow!" she said suddenly, as if just hit with a sudden thought. "That was *so* hot!" she smiled."Yes," agreed Justin, "you're so sexy!" So are you Justin!" she told him, "I, I almost. Finally, she undoes the zipper completely, the corset is just hanging off her shoulders, exposing her stomach, but covering her tits. You place another bill in her stocking. Right as the song ends, she slides the corset off your her shoulders. She’s standing on the stage wearing only her panties and stocking. She flashes you a smile and turns to exit the stage. You return to the table with a big-ass grin on your face. Before you sit down, you bend over to kiss me. Now you’re the one radiating.