On Your Knees - BDSM Male Domination Female Submission Erotica

This is a hardcore sex book.
Excerpt:

Desmond had coughed again, covering mouth with hand, wishing he'd felt more in control of the dangerous conversation. Shana had continued to rub his arm, a gentle yet more than sympathetic touch; one meant to remind him she was standing very close and exposing baby-pink conical nubile-nipple breasts. He'd needed no reminding.

"When I go and get all, like horny and everything, you know what I do? I play with myself, Mr. Hayward. I usually do it up in my bedroom. Sometimes, like, when my folks go and like, are making out, you know;' doing it'. Just hearing them gets me all hot, and like it makes me play with myself."

Desmond hadn't responded. He'd been sweating like steelworker in July.

"Do you ever play with yourself?" she'd asked, lower lip between white teeth.

Embarrassed, he'd glanced at her quickly, then averted nervous eyes.

"Well," he'd coughed again, "of course, I've done that before. I suppose all men do. It's only natural."

"It is for me!" Shana had beamed, almost bouncing up and down, youthful breasts so firm only nipples jiggled. "I got an idea. DO it, okay? I've always wanted to see. Please? I won't tell anyone. Please? Please?"

Desmond had squirmed uneasily on the stool and faltered.

"Shana, I don't think - I don't think that would very wise. I'm sure your parents would be more than upset with both of us. Do you know what you're asking? I don't want to get either of us in trouble."

"You won't! You won't!" she'd repeated, wiggling against him, hard little titties pressing into his arm. "I'll never tell, really! PLEASE show me! Please!"

Desmond Hayward knew he'd been in trouble.

"I don't think . . . " he'd begun.

Grinding her crotch against his leg, her hips had sent a message straight to his groin, making him so hard it almost hurt.

"Do it," she'd whispered mischievously, fingernails biting into his arm. "Do it while I do it."

He'd looked down. Shana had pulled up the front of the light-pink miniskirt so high he'd seen her little electric-pink panties peeking out between firm young thighs. He'd nearly cum in his pants when she slipped her fingers between slim suntanned thighs, lightly caressing the deep obvious cleft created by skintight panties pulling up against an absolutely picture-perfect crotch. Two finger strokes, and the tiny indentation was a very-deep damp V between spreading pussy-lips. Smiling and licking her lips obscenely, Shana had moved her hand from his arm to his thigh, a move making him squirm. Hand moving higher, she'd let it rest on the swelling beneath his fly, squeezing the hardness rhythmically while teasing her crotch, fingers making panties pull up even tighter into the crack of a then virgin pussy. Desmond Hayward had moaned.

"Shana . . . you shouldn't be doing this . . . "

"Come on," she'd giggled, feeling him harden like stone, "let me play with it. It's not going to hurt anyone. Come on, let me unzip your pants."

Without waiting for approval she'd found the zipper and tugged it down. Desmond Hayward had looked like he was about to fall off the stool. Even using both hands, Shana had still found it difficult to free his manly sex. Rotating the stool to face her, she'd finally gotten his erection out, the touch of her fingers making him instantly ooze, the lavender crest shining with pre-cum glaze. Shana had been totally delighted.

"Gees - Mr. Hayward, you got-a real nice cock! Mmmmmm, like, I bet it gets like, really big when you do it. What-a you want-a do? What makes it feel best? Show me. My girlfriends told me guys call it 'jacking-off'. Come on - jack-off for me. Show me."

Though paralyzed with apprehension, Desmond Hayward had been too aroused to think clearly. Shana's open sexuality driving him past point of reasonableness, he'd taken erection in hand, stroking himself openly as he did almost daily in the privacy of his bathroom. His wife hadn't objected, rejecting sexual advances with excuses of every kind. Desmond Hayward hadn't known at the time that he'd married a closet Lesbian. Fearing social disease, he hadn't sought satisfaction from prostitutes or casual one-night-stands. Busy with projects and daily work load, he hadn't masturbated for over a week. His sensitive cock had been on the verge of a major eruption.