They were fucking. Hard and fast, they pulled and pushed against each other. John felt Maria's nylon-clad legs over his chest, rubbing up and doing with each of his thrusts. The sensation had him smiling even more so than feeling her wrapped around his sex. She was holding tightly to his forearms, giving him leverage to pull her towards him as he thrust forward. He was looking at her in the eyes, seeing the new-found desire in there was getting him going strongly.
"This, this is what I needed. Why couldn't you ever give this to me, Maria? Feel how hard I am!" He said in between grunts. "Feel how hard my cock is!"
Maria squealed and moaned. "Oh, god, yes, Boss! Yes! I am your pantyhose slut, yes!" She said, tightening around his member.
While she hated to admit it, John was right; in the two years they'd been together, she had never felt him this hard. Had she not been too focused on the fucking she was receiving, she would've probably found offence at that; her normal self wouldn't get him this hard? That was just an insult! But... waoh! She gripped his forearms tighter, pulling herself forward as he thrust inside her. The feeling of his throbbing member going inside her, wrapped in nylon, was sublime. Her nyloned legs rubbing over his chest was driving her insane. If only she could be his little English schoolgirl. God, even just thinking about that made her wetter. How could she get even wetter? Maria somewhat regretted never before trying his fetishes - if she knew it would make him this... well, happy, she would've done it ages ago! She moaned again, at John and at the hairbun tightening further over her head. What was that about, anyway? It felt so good every time it pulsated! She closed her eyes and slowly moved her legs to grip around his pantyhosed waist, trapping him inside her.
John made a cute sound as he was pulled into Maria, a sound that quickly became an open-mouthed squeal of delight. His eyes rolled into his head for a second. When he looked down he noticed the hairbun he had invented throbbing, tightening over her scalp. Maria looked odd with her hair in the bun, like she was controlled - "Well, duh, John," he thought - but a little bit less like herself. John wasn't sure that he liked it too much. However, the thought was quickly shed away as he let go of her arms and forced her blouse open. It was then that he froze in place.
Maria opened her eyes the second she noticed the lull in the throbbing inside her. She looked at John's furrowed brow, and he was looking at her chest.
"John?"
John blinked and looked at her. "You... what's this?" He said, not angry, softly, as he trailed a finger over the leather around her dark breasts.
"It is... my harness." Maria said in the throatiest voice she could manage. God, she hoped that seeing that didn't scare him out of this. The blue walls she would get if he stopped now! She tried to pull him deeper into her - was that even possible? - but he seemed to be stuck in place. "I am your slut, John." She said, to the throb of the hairbun. Oh, saying that made her feel SO good. "I must dress like a kinky slut for you."
"But... this isn't my fetish. Meaning that it wouldn't be programmed into the bun..." He trailed off, finger to his lips.
"Oh, for the love of fuck, not now!" Maria thought, rolling her eyes. Of all the times for him to get into his self-absorbed streams-of-conciousness he chose it to be now?
