As a favor to my husband, I had agreed to entertain his little brother while he was in town, and you have to know that I’m a giver, and there was no way that I could have said no. I mean, it isn’t like James is a stranger, or I didn’t know this was some orchestrated plan these two devious hunks had planned ahead of time, and did I mention that James is a freak of nature? With my husband out of town for the weekend on business and with the more than obvious green light from him, I felt obligated to agree after my husband kissed me goodbye and asked me if I would have an open mind and enjoy the weekend. He followed that by letting me know that he had already made arrangements for my mother to get the kids from school and packed bags for them for the weekend so I wouldn’t have to worry. I tried to drill him for answers to my endless questions but his plane was boarding and he directed me away with a delicious kiss, a wink and a pat on my ass and of course that devilish grin that just raises more questions and makes me want to beat it out of him. My mind raced all the way home just to discover when I got there, a large elegantly wrapped gift on my bed waiting for me.
No, it wasn’t James; he wasn’t scheduled to arrive from New York until later in the evening, but it was a gift from him. My husband must have placed it there before we left for the airport, and all I could do was shake my head and smile because this was something the two of them had been hiding and planning. They are so bad, and by bad, I mean good. “Have an open mind”, he said, and that only made me nervous and anxious for what lay ahead as I pulled the ribbon on the gift box and my heart stood still. In the box was a very expensive and sexy dress, some equally sexy pumps and a card with James’ handwriting on the front of the envelope it read “Tonight we do it my way”. My eyebrows raised already defiant, but my heart and breath quickened along with my loins as my mind winced, wondering what I had agreed to. I was so excited but equally frightened that I was not the one in control and terrified by what my husband had said, “Have an open mind,” as I stood there too afraid to open the card. Finally, I shook it off, opened the card, and read it.
Hello, my delicious teacher, my beautiful sister-in-law, and our Savior. Tonight, you will be the “grasshopper,” and you will do as you’re told. In the box, you found what you will be wearing tonight and only what you will be wearing. I’ve also taken the liberty of scheduling an appointment for some pampering, and you will allow them to do as they’ve been instructed. A car should be outside waiting to take you now; you will need nothing but what is in the box, and all arrangements have been made for the weekend, so do not plan on returning home. The car will wait for you and will bring you to meet me at the restaurant after. I was dumbstruck by his audacity but also equally turned on. I mean, I know him to be this way but never with me. I tried to compose myself but I was too excited and raced to the window and peeked to see if there was actually a car waiting and didn’t know what to do when I saw that there was. I turned in circles with the card still in hand, not knowing what I should do because for once, I wasn’t the one in control. After a couple of laps and some pacing around my living room, I was startled by my phone and nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn’t recognize the number but also didn’t want to seem too anxious, so I didn’t answer it and hoped that it was James and that he would leave a message. Again I held my breath as I stared at my phone and even jumped again when it vibrated in my hand to let me know I have a voice mail. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before listening to it, only to be disappointed to find out that it wasn’t a comforting message from James or my husband, but a message from the driver letting me know that she was here and waiting. I was frozen, too stubborn to relinquish control when once again I was startled by my phone. This time, it was a text from James; he knew that I’d be obstinate, and his text read “please”. I smiled because he knows me so well and I gathered my gifts with renewed confidence and walked out to the car where the driver greeted me as she opened and closed my car door before whisking me away.
Thankfully, the spa that was following his instructions was serving chardonnay, which took any edge off and helped me to allow them to do with me as they were instructed. It was nerve-wracking to find out that he left instructions on even how he wanted me waxed, but it was a relief because I forgot all about it until I got to the salon. I decided to enjoy the attention and the fact that I didn’t need to make any decisions other than whether or not I wanted another glass of wine, and I did. After the waxing, a mani-pedi, and a shower, they did my makeup, where they were also left specific instructions which were thankfully in line with my minimalistic preferences. They finished with a styling, and after more than three hours of pampering, I was dressed and a little less anxious, after the copious amounts of wine, to finally see James. My driver delivered me to what just happened to be one of my favorite restaurants and one that we turned James on to the last time he was in town with his latest flavor of the week. When I was walking to the table I was so nervous and my stomach was in knots but I was so relieved when I saw him and that he was alone. His smile melted me and my nerves, and when he grabbed my hand and told me to turn around so that he could appreciate it, I obeyed without hesitation. He showered me with silent compliments from those bedroom blues as they ate me alive and his mind raped me right then and there. Again I felt my loins pinch as he finally uttered “you’re so fucking beautiful” before he pulled my lips up to his for a soft but dominate hungry kiss.
He sat me practically in his lap just as the waiter was pouring us our first glass of wine, together that is, and he informed me that he had taken the liberty of ordering for me as well. He said that I would need my energy for later, which just made me wet and wanting to skip to the later part. He was immaculate as always without a hair out of place and dressed to the nines, but that is all standard with him, but he was different in a delicious way. He was in total control for a change, and though I know that is how he is with everybody else in his life besides his brother and me, this night, I too was under his control, and I craved it. One of his first questions was if I was wearing any panties, to which I just gave him a look as if to say none of your business, you know where you raise your brows and look down your nose? He just gave me a slight smirk and told me to open my legs as he put his hand on my knee. His hand was hot and huge, and my legs just seemed to fall open outside of my control. I couldn’t believe it as it happened but ached for what I hoped was coming. He slid his hand up my thigh, pulling my dress up with it until his pinky finger confirmed that I was bare, and I couldn’t believe that an actual squeal escaped me as it touched my hungry lips. I was shocked by my frustration that my dress wouldn’t allow me to open my legs wider as my body had rebelled against me. Holy shit I thought as I snapped my legs closed and his smirk grew and he said good girl. We ate, but I don’t remember what because it took all my will for me not to disintegrate, especially after the one point when he told me to touch his cock.
I swear the last thing I remember of us at the table was his magnificent cock. He is obnoxiously endowed and I gave his cock the appropriate nickname of the Mind Eraser years ago for all the right reasons. I just ate but I was famished once again as I ran my hand over his slacks and his cock as ordered. His cock is huge but proportional to his hands and feet and stature and I can only imagine now, what I must have looked like as my hand traveled its length and girth under the table. He wasn’t even hard, but he is a shower, and my hand already couldn’t fit around it. Literally, the next thing I remember was him ordering me to my knees just outside our suite and dropping to them without hesitation and ripping at his zipper before he even had to tell me. I reached deep into his pants and wrestled his cock out and had two hands around it when he ordered me to drop it. I relinquished my grip without a second thought, and I have to admit, I was enjoying not having to think because I’m not sure I could, even if I wanted to. He scolded me to look at him when he was talking to me, and when our eyes met, he told me, “no hands”. I found his cock again with my mouth while still looking into his eyes and sucked the thick head of his cock into my mouth as it started to harden. I put my hands behind me and worked his cock as deep as I could towards the back of my throat, but I couldn’t take enough of it. I wanted more, but he is too big, and when he started to drive his hips, I pleaded with my eyes on his for more. We heard the ding of the elevator, and I paused, but he just shook his head no and continued to thrust into my mouth. My pussy was dripping down my thighs and like the name implies, my mind was erased and I was oblivious to anybody or anything but his still thickening cock in my aching mouth.
The next thing I recall was him having to repeat himself and telling me to stop as he grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off his cock, and me not knowing where I was. He then picked me up to my feet with his big, strong hands around my upper arms, telling me that I had much more work to do as he walked me into the suite. He proceeded to disrobe to all his glory, and again, I must have stood there like some walking dead zombie until I was able to shake it off enough and started pulling the spaghetti straps of my dress down over my shoulders before he told me to stop. I want to savor you he said as he turned me in his hands and my nipples perked under his hungry gaze. He sat in the chase and turned me around again until I faced him, and he told me to lift my dress. I slowly pulled my dress up until my pussy was exposed and he grabbed me by my hips and pushed his nose into my bouquet. He inhaled me deeply before he ground the bridge of his nose into my clit, already swollen with anticipation. He then pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked it harder like he was trying to pop it like a piece of gum. He rolled my straining clit around his tongue until I felt my first climax soak his chin and I leaned onto his face harder. He instructed me to turn around as he lay back and ordered me to ride his cock. My legs were already weak, but I loved the “none thinking thing” even more and I turned and straddled him before lowering myself onto his magnificent cock. “Slowly,” he says as he breaks into me, and I so desperately wanted to impale myself completely but obeyed instead. He facilitated by reaching around me and pulling my petals to accommodate him until my juices lubed him enough to no longer require manual assistance. “Slowly” again as I lowered myself a few more inches, leaving plenty to spare. When the fat head of his cock sat against my g-spot he told me to hold it there and my legs burned as much as my will to obey. I hovered over him like some delicious bidet as he slowly thrust from below. He leisurely drove into me, seemingly knowing that the strain from having to maintain my posture was just enough to keep me from succumbing to another orgasm. I rode that glorious summit for a welcome eternity until he granted me a reprieve with his large hands on my hips and pulled me down on him, impaling me as far as I could go. I came as I fell hard on his sword with still room to spare and balanced myself precariously not trusting my legs to hold me while his fingers trailed down my back and over my ass in figure eights.
With my mind erased once again I floated on his glorious cock like on a cloud until he sat up and woke me with heated kisses at my spine and a massaging hand at my clit causing my body to roll as my mind caught up. Once again, I could feel my juices welling and my insides aching for more before he picked me up still impaled and turned me to all fours on the chase, and just when I thought he couldn’t go any deeper. This isn’t my first rodeo riding this bull but like I stated, his cock is a mind eraser and every time he breaks me, it is like I’m losing my virginity all over again. I scream in ecstasy when he puts one leg up next to me and fills me more than I can afford, and I think I might choke on him while daring him for even more. He exceeds my wildest dreams as he drives his battle ram hard while holding the doors closed at the same time with handfuls of my hair. He pulls back on the reins hard while trying to drive over me as I scream for him to breach my castle walls. The sheer pleasure of the pain is obscene as he drives harder and faster, my mind long gone, until I hear his mind erasing as he comes deep inside of me, loudly professing his love in the pained cries of his ecstasy. Finally spent and exhausted, he falls next to me on the chaise just to find out that it isn’t big enough for the both of us, and he slips off the side. As he starts to fall, he tries to save himself by grabbing onto me but just pulls me off with him, and just before we hit the floor, I jolt awake in my bed grabbing my husband and waking him up too. He is startled but only half awake and groggily mumbles if I’m okay and then it sinks in that I was just dreaming and I snuggle into my hunky man. He is so warm and toasty, and I look up at the clock to realize that we still have enough time before we need to get up to take him to the airport. I’m still amped up, and I stroke him and listen for his happy sounds to see if he might be receptive, and I’m not disappointed and even more ecstatic when I find upon further examination that he is already really receptive with his morning mind eraser raring to go.
Happy Hump Day!!
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