I close the drawer with a decisive click, my eyes never leaving Francine’s face. Her breathing is shallow, her lips parted slightly, and I can see the pulse jumping in her throat. I’m rock hard just thinking about what’s about to happen, my cock straining painfully against my slacks.
“Turn around,” I instruct her, my voice low and commanding. “Bend over the dresser.”
She licks her lips nervously, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to moisten them. I imagine that tongue wrapped around my cock, lapping at the head as pre-cum beads at the tip.
My rock-hard erection throbs just thinking about that.
One day, I’ll shove my dick deep into her mouth.
She moves slowly, turning her back to me. Her hands tremble slightly as she places them on the edge of the dresser, bending forward at the waist. Her white dress stretches tight across her ass as she assumes the position, and I have to stifle a groan.
“Like this?” she asks, her voice small and breathless.
“Perfect,” I murmur, approaching her from behind.
As I stand this close to her, I can feel the heat radiating from her body. Each breath I take is saturated with her, feeding my alpha wolf raging within me.
I place my hands on her hips, feeling her tense momentarily before relaxing into my touch. The contrast between my large hands and her slender frame reminds me of how easily I could overpower her, how completely at my mercy she is in this moment. The thought sends a fresh surge of arousal through me, making my cock pulse against the confines of my pants.
Slowly, I gather the fabric of her dress, lifting it inch by inch.
First, revealing her knees, then the backs of her thighs, until finally, I expose the curve of her ass, barely covered by white panties visible through equally white stockings. The sight of her ass is beautiful. Her innocence is waiting to be corrupted, and her purity begging to be stained.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
She makes a small, choked sound in response, her ass trembling slightly. I can tell she’s fucking eager for me.
The fine fabric of her stockings is stretched tight over her curves as I brush her thighs with my fingertips. I want to rip her stockings open, to tear through the flimsy material and expose her slick pussy, but I restrain myself.
I need to be gentle, or she’ll get spooked.
“I’m going to remove your stockings now,” I tell her, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her stockings. She nods, a tiny movement I might have missed if I weren’t watching her so intently. Her fingers tighten on the edge of the dresser, knuckles whitening with the strength of her grip.
I peel the stockings down with excruciating slowness, savoring each new inch of skin revealed. The fabric catches on her panties, dragging them down as well, and I don’t stop tugging. Instead, I continue pulling, watching as both garments descend in tandem, exposing the pale globes of her ass to my hungry gaze.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe as I spot the glistening trail of slick connecting her pussy to her panties, stretching like a silken thread as I pull the fabric away from her body.
She breathes harder at my words, and I realize I need to control myself. She’s so soaked. A dark stain is spreading across the seat of her underwear. The sight of it makes my mouth water. I want to bury my face between her thighs, to lap at her sweet juices until she’s crying out my name.
“Sorry,” she says quietly, embarrassed when a stream of sticky slick stretches from her pussy to her panties on the ground.
Her panties and stockings now bunch around her ankles, trapping her legs close together.
“Don’t ever be sorry. You’re perfectly healthy,” I say in the clinical tone again, hiding how much I want her. The scent of her arousal fills the room, pure and undiluted, driving my alpha instincts into a frenzy. My cock is so hard it hurts, pre-cum leaking from the tip, dampening my boxers.
“Okay,” she says, her voice throaty and so fucking sexy.
I stare at the stained fabric between her feet, entranced by the stain of her slick that soaked through the thin cotton of her white panties.
“Spread your legs a bit more,” I instruct her, my voice hoarse with need. “As much as you can with the panties around your ankles.”
She complies immediately, widening her stance as much as the restricting fabric allows. The movement causes her ass cheeks to part slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy from behind. I cup her ass in my hands, feeling the firm flesh jiggle beneath my touch.
“Oh!” she says when I grab her ass.
“It’s okay, this is necessary,” I murmur. “Stay just like that.”
Her pussy is a thing of beauty. It’s glistening and pink, the outer lips swollen with arousal. Slick coats her inner thighs, leaving shiny trails down the soft skin. I can see her entrance pulsing, clenching on nothing, begging to be filled.
