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Angelique

Robin was quite pleased with finding himself pinned against the door and kissed by Angelique.

And oh. Robin highly appreciated that he could feel her erection already. She hadn't tucked. Known what she'd come for, maybe? God that was hot. He'd always loved a hard cock in women's panties.

He kissed her back hard, but let her maintain the control of having him pinned against the wall. "There's something about me... that makes you hard," he purred when the kiss broke. He slide one hand down to cup her ass, pull her even tighter against him. Then he walked his fingers underneath the hem of the dress and began to pull it up just as he'd promised.

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"Oh, the night will still be young," Robin purred back at her, as he very carefully pulled down the panties. Not all the way, he left them around her thighs. But he made a little sound of pleasure at the reveal of her cock, and dragged his tongue along it.

She was absolutely bare, for obvious reasons relating to her usual mode of dress, smooth and soft and without a single hair to mar her fair skin. Angelique gasped quietly, cock twitching against Robin's tongue. She reached out to rest one hand on the door for support (especially in those heels), and toyed with Rob's hair with her other hand. "Aren't you lovely, just like that."

Robin didn't respond, because he was too busy wrapping his lips soundly around her cock and swallowing it down. He loved the way she looked, bracing herself against the wall, those high heels, the way she praised him. He could imagine her with a whip.

But for right now, he went about sucking her cock with all of his very impressive skill.

Oh. Rob hadn't been joking. He really was very good at this, his mouth warm and close, his tongue agile and talented. Angelique's cock swelled hot and rigid in his mouth within seconds, leaving her a little weak in the knees. "Mm, sweetheart, you're divine," she whispered, watching his lips move against her skin, ruffling his curls through her fingers.

Robin kept going, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair. As her cock swelled, he sucked it down deeper.

The more he gave her, the stronger and more powerful she felt, hips starting to roll gently, taking advantage of Rob's mouth. Such an unusual, unique feeling for her... but not unwelcome. Not in the least.

Angelique startled herself by whispering, low and thready, "What if I bent you back over that desk, lamb?"

Not moving his mouth from her cock, Robin lifted his gaze to look at her after she spoke, and it was clear from the expression in his eyes that he liked that suggestion quite a bit. He sucked for a few seconds more, and then carefully pulled his mouth away, replacing it with his hand as he wet his lips and looked up at her.

"I do look very pretty bent over things," he purred, slowly stroking her cock.

Angelique loved the attention he paid her, licking, sucking, and stroking her cock, appreciating her body just the way she was. Just like Angelique herself did. "Would you like that?" she asked, pushing gently into his hand. "Would you let me?"

"Oh I'd beg for it," Robin purred, and leaned in to lick a line across her stomach, his hand not leaving her cock.

Angelique bit her red-tinted lip and drew in a sharp breath. She felt a bit mad, a little wild, just on the edge of self-control. And powerful, in charge, in a way she almost never felt. Not considering most of the men who preferred her particular brand of gender fuckery.

She tightened her fingers in his hair, and tugged him back from her skin, not gently but not painfully. "Then start begging," she suggested, still in a very sweet voice.

Robin let her lift his head, letting his hand fall from her cock. "I want you to fuck me." His voice was soft, low, almost dangerous. "Will you fuck me, Angelique?" He wet his lips, sex written all over his expression. "Please."

Angelique smiled down at him for a silent moment, enjoying the sight of him on his knees, begging her. She could get used to this. Her fingers stroked through his hair one last time before she spoke, low and full of promise. "Yes. Be a good lamb and get your trousers off."

Her hands left the wall and Robin's hair, and she briefly tugged her panties back up, despite the discomfort, and let her dress skim down around her thighs once more. No more for Rob until he did what she wanted.

Robin moved away from the wall, his eyes on her the entire time, gaze following the line of her panties, her skirt. Then his fingers moved deftly to his belt, which he unfastening and whipped off - and then pulled down his trousers, revealing as usual that he was not wearing underwear.

The dress tented just a bit, the lace panties mostly keeping Angelique's erection under control. When Rob stripped off his trousers, she smiled, and stepped up to him in her heels. She placed her hands on his bare hips and began to steer him toward the desk with slow, slinking steps.

"It's a bit hard for me to give up that cock of yours," Angelique told him, low-voiced with soft, pouty lips. "I would so love to ride you, but I think I'll enjoy wrapping my hands around it just as much as I'd like wrapping my legs around you."

Robin let himself be led to the desk, and as soon as he was there, bent over it slightly, showing off his ass. "But this way you get to experience the rest of me, too," he purred, looking over his shoulder at her.

Angelique reached up beneath her hair, unfastened the neck of her dress, and let it slide off her shoulders to a puddle on the floor. Then she pressed up behind him, forcefully, one graceful hand squeezing Rob's ass. "I'm going to guess you have everything I need close at hand, don't you?" she asked with a smile she couldn't conceal. Rob was such wonderful fun.

Robin smiled as he looked at her standing there wearing just the lacy panties, her erection straining them. It was fucking hot.

"Condoms and lube in the top right drawer of the desk," he said.

And the heels. Angelique had left her heels on. She'd fucked in heels before, but never on the top. She was breaking all manner of new boundaries today.

She let him watch as she moved around the desk unhurriedly, her dark hair unbound, a young man's body perfectly at home in red panties and high heels to match her wicked red lips. She toyed with the lube and the condom she found with one hand, and idly palmed her cock with the other as she strolled behind him again.

With a gentle pat, Angelique encouraged Rob's legs further apart, allowing her to better admire his absolutely perfect backside. Contemplating it, she slicked up her fingers with the lube, before sliding them into the crevice of his ass to explore. "I want you to tell me if there's a single thing about this you don't enjoy," Angelique instructed him sternly. In all honesty, she didn't have much practice in this role. Rob made it easy to assume the right attitude, but she wasn't sure of her, well, technical skills.

Robin spread his legs easily at her urging, and sighed contently as her fingers slid inside him.

He almost laughed at her statement, but he didn't want her to think he was laughing at her. It was just that he enjoyed everything.

Instead what he said was, "Same, gorgeous. You decide you want something else and that's easy enough." He pushed back a little against her fingers. "Do you think my ass is as good as my cock?"

Angelique did laugh, though it was low and purring and most assuredly not at Rob. "I'll have to reserve my decision until after I've finished with it," she chuckled, pressing one long slim finger past the perfect little clutch of muscle around Rob's entrance.

She stroked him slowly. spreading the lube, massaging and petting to encourage his body to relax.

Robin sighed and let his head fall forward. "There's a room next door with a mirror on the ceiling," he murmured. "I kind of wish were in there, I'd love to see you fucking me... "

Another finger joined the first, pressing in deep and twisting, smoothing the lube inside the tempting heat of him. "I'd take a picture for you, but my hands are busy," Angelique hummed, her fingers thrusting steadily now, wanting to make him moan.

"Mmmmm maybe later," Robin murmured, and then when her fingers twisted, he did indeed moan. And then added breathlessly, "A photo of you in those panties and heels would be inspiring."

"You can take all the photos you like after," Angelique promised, her words quick and breathless, and her voice dropped half an octave lower. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

"Fuck yes," Robin sighed, and arched his back a little. Even just imagining how she looked there behind him was a turn on anyway.

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