He arrived on the dot with flowers and if he didn't exactly have his tail between his legs it definitely wasn't wagging.
He apologised for his 'banter' very handsomely and even managed to say my name on a couple of occasions. After dinner I asked him to wait in the lounge while I prepared coffee. The look on his face when I carried the tray in dressed in a silk basque, stockings and heels was priceless. I had the fish on the hook I just had to carefully reel him in. Handing him a cup I leaned forward to pour, giving him ample opportunity to notice my breasts encased in a silk. Then kneeling I spooned sugar into his coffee and stirred while looking directly into his eyes.
"Do you like what you see Danny?"
The old cockiness returned
"I sure do hun, I can see you've thought about what I said."
I took the cup from him and setting it on the table said
"I have indeed given it a lot of thought Danny"
And positioning myself astride his lap kissed him long and hard.
"That's more like it babe" his hands reached up to paw at my breasts and I felt his burgeoning erection beneath me, grinding against it I whispered in his ear
"Its Melissa, Danny, Melissa"
I kissed down his chest unbuttoning his shirt as I went then sank to my knees and unzipped his frankly unflattering and cheaply tailored trousers. An unimpressive cock broke loose from branded boxers, Danny leaned his head back
"What's my name Danny? Say it"
"Melissa" he groaned
I licked the top of his cock, swirled my tongue around it
"Louder"
" Melissa" he almost shouted
"Good boy" I whispered as I took the uninspiring specimen into my mouth.
As I guessed it didn't take him long to cum and I managed to avoid getting too much in my mouth, what's more I'd completely avoided penetrative sex because true to type once he'd shot his load he wasn't interested in me at all.
I stood up, he slapped me on the arse and said
"Top blow job babe, er I mean Melissa"
I was slowly reeling him in.
At each subsequent meeting I offered him a little more, took him a little further down the path of dependence on me, without him realising it I never allowed him to touch me much beyond a brief caress of my breasts or a grope of my arse but I doubt he'd ever bothered much with foreplay. He never got near the sacred haven of my pussy and as long as he got a decent blow job he didn't seem to care.
One Saturday I invited him to dinner at six sharp. I was ready and waiting for him, dressed in an outfit that emphasised every curve of my body and showed my breasts to their best advantage.
Danny was speechless when I opened the door to him and could hardly wait to get inside.
"You've outdone yourself this time hun"
"Melissa" I said looking straight at him " come and sit down Danny, I have something to say to you"
He followed willingly and sat in an armchair
"Not there Danny, over there" I pointed to a straight backed dining chair
Without hesitation he did as I said.
Walking slowly round him as his eyes followed me I began to speak
"There are certain things I wish to address about the way you speak to me Danny"
He looked a little unsure then laughed, imagining I was joking
" I'm serious Danny. I have asked you many times to use my name, but you insist on showing huge disrespect by calling me 'babe' as if I'm just anybody "
" listen it's just what I call all women"
"An but Danny" I leaned in close and whispered in his ear caressing very slightly more firmly than usual his measly cock which was already stirring inside his overpriced jeans "I'm not just any woman, am I? I emphasised the point by squeezing his balls just hard enough to elicit a reaction which as I'd expected was one of pleasure. This obviously took him by surprise because he looked slightly shocked .
"No, no you're not"
I stepped back, raised an eyebrow and said
"Pardon?"
He looked momentarily confused but it dawned on him eventually
" no Melissa"
"That'll do for now" I replied "See you remember in future"
He was clearly confused as we sat down to eat both by my actions and his reaction. I was making good progress. Once we'd finished we returned to the living room where I asked him to sit on the hard dining chair again, standing behind him massaging his shoulders and chest I told him that from now on there would be consequences every time he addressed me with anything other than my name. He began to object but I moved around, kissed him hard and massaged the flimsy erection that stiffened in his pants with one hand while gripping his balls just firmly enough to make my point with the other. To his surprise but not mine, he nodded and hoarsely said
"Yes, ok"
I tightened my grip on his balls to the point of discomfort
"Sorry, sorry yes Melissa"
" better, much better " loosening my hold but not letting go I continued "I also have a new name for you, don't worry I won't use it in front of your friends" all the time I was talking I massaged his pathetic penis through his trousers, he was at the point of agreeing to almost anything I suggested "it's Danny the dunce" I could see he was about to cum so rubbing harder and faster at his nasty crotch I drove my point home " what are you called now ? " as he reached the point of orgasm he threw his head back and splattered out the words
"My name is Danny the dunce"
He looked down at his damp trousers then up at me shamefacedly
"Don't be embarrassed Danny the dunce, did you like that?"
" God knows why Melissa but that was probably the best orgasm I've had in ages" he didn't look happy about it
"Good, now go and clear the table before you clean yourself up"
"What! No, I'm not doing that" a brief pause "Melissa"
" your choice Danny the dunce but it's my way or the highway "
I saw the indecision cross his features before he turned and headed for the kitchen, I slapped his arse as he walked past me and said "I don't keep a dog and bark myself now, do I?"
I leaned back in my chair, almost but not quite netted, he might struggle on the hook yet. |
