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It had been six months since Mercedes last saw her dress. Sam was serious about keeping it on lock. She had narrowed the location of the dress down to a centralized point. It had to be in his study because that was the only place she hadn't looked. While contemplating her plan of attack, she sat thinking of how this mess all started. She was wearing the dress when she met Sam at an Art exhibit. She noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off her; it was extremely flattering watching him try not to ogle her curves while they conversed. It wasn't until their fifth date that she found out just how affected he was by the dress. She opened the door and his eyes nearly popped out of its sockets. She barely heard the hello before his lips crashed down on hers, and his hands roamed frantically about her body. They both moaned feeling the pleasurable sensations warm them. He pulled away from her full soft lips trailing kisses down her neck. It was difficult to stop the nibbling and caressing because it aroused her like never before. His large hands cupped her butt cheeks as he ground his erection into her soft belly, and her panties were flushed with her juices.
It took several tries to wrestle out of his embrace. Her lust laden eyes met his burning gaze, and she made the decision to tell him then. She admitted that she was a virgin and wanted to take things slow. For the sake of his sanity he asked that she didn't wear the particular dress while they were in the dating phase because of the torture he felt. Like the good little girl she was, she complied until the day after their wedding. She packed the dress, so she could wear it out with him to lunch. They were a little tired from their late night, so she told him she would get them flavored coffee from the shop in the lobby. She slipped on the dress, so that she could be ready to go when she returned. Sam stepped out of the shower catching sight of her retreating figure. He caught her snatching her up against the door kissing her senseless. That is when she found out he didn't like her to wear the dress out without him. He drilled the thought into her mind as he relentlessly buried his cock into her pulsating walls. They never made it out that day! He took her over the side of the chair, beside the coffee table, in the shower, and again in the bed. It all took place before lunch. When he was through, she couldn't walk the remainder of the day, and the limp lasted a week.
To celebrate their first year of marriage they had a small get together; they invited all their friends present during the Art exhibit where they met. They allowed five questions for the couple to respond, and everyone asked about the dress. Why this particular dress Sam? Why do you allow yourself to get riled up when Mercy wears the dress? Why do you intentionally use the dress to piss Sam off when we are trying to go out? They went on and on about the dress until Mercedes had enough. Sam found it hilarious because most of the backlash was directed towards Mercedes, and it was cute watching her stumbling to find the right answer. Finally he stopped them from badgering her. Stating whatever the reasons were they were hers and she didn't have to justify it to anyone.
Her daydream abruptly ended when she heard Sam tell her he was leaving, and that Quinn and the baby had arrived. She kissed him and wished him a good time at the Art show. He and Puck had been trying to have a guy's night, but between his busy schedule, child, and wife he had a time shortage. Mercedes knew Puck was being over protective and smothering Quinn, so she planned to have Quinn and the baby over, while Puck accompanied Sam to the Art Exhibit. Immediately after greeting Quinn she filled her in on what was happening. Sam had hidden her dress and she wanted it back.
It was time for her to set her plan in motion. She had to figure out a way into his study. Things weren't going so well in the last six months. They argued over the fact that she didn't want to have a baby so soon into their marriage. Nearing the wedding she got the depo shot, and immediately following an IUD. She had been trying to distract him at every turn, but they eventually set down and agreed to table the discussion. He was bummed about it; however, they decided to discuss it again in six months.
"Ok, why are you trying to break into this room?" Quinn asked.
"Well, Sam took my favorite dress and I need to get it back. This room is the only place I haven't searched."
"Ok what is with this dress? You have to know that Sam loves you in everything. I see the way he looks at you," Quinn said.
"Oh but you haven't seen the way he looks at me in the dress. Help me get this door open and I'll try to explain it," Mercedes replied.
"I have been cooped up in the house with a four month old. I need this story; I'm in," Quinn Said.
They worked in silence for a while. Mercedes was trying to come up with better answers to those questions. At first glance there was no real reason for her to taunt Sam with the dress. As Quinn put it, he thought her beautiful in everything she wore, they felt the dress wasn't important, but it is. Well this dress in particular mattered. The dress brought out one of two sides to Sam depending on Mercedes intentions to wear the dress with or without him. She learned this quickly during their relationship, and avidly used the dress to bend each action to her will.
"I liked to see Sam jealous; it makes me feel desired and sexy. Just thinking about the way his eyes turn a darker shade of green, the vein in his neck pops, little specks of drool form in the corners of those juicy plumped lips, his muscles flex, and his dick jumps to attention is a reason in and of itself. He sees the dress and bam the changes are instant," she said.
Quinn chuckled and Mercedes realized she was no longer thinking but speaking the words aloud. She cleared her throat before continuing on.
"Well, since I have already embarrassed myself, I might as well continue. It took several instances with the dress to compile the list of reactions. I love the way he looks when he is infused with an intense heat. You were right when you said he loves me in everything I wear, but the dress makes him need me in a way that is almost unexplainable," Mercedes said.
"Oh Please continue," Quinn encouraged.
"Well there are two distinct reactions the first being compliance. If I am wearing the dress for him, he will agree to whatever I ask. If there is an argument brewing all discussion is tabled. He is smooth, calculating, and romantic. This is when the passionate lover comes out to play. On the other hand if II plan to wear the dress out without him, he is vicious, ferocious, and beastly. Unless he isn't here, I never make it out the house wearing the dress. He always ends up punishing me in the most pleasurable ways. The last time the dress was in play, he snatched me up and ateā¦um yeah," she finished. She moved her small hand across her flushed cheek tucking her hair behind her ear, then slid her sweaty palms down her jean clad thighs.
She tried to look for a way to change the course of the conversation. "Even though I like the reaction the dress garners, the real reason I threaten to wear the dress out is revenge. He would wear that sexy green V-neck Henley that fit snug to his muscular physique, and every time thirsty chicks would flirt with him. It drove me up a wall, so I talked to him about it and he said that I was being too sensitive. He also said half of it was in my mind." Just as she finished her statement the lock clicked in place. She twisted the knob entering into the study. After rifling through the bins, she checked the desk. It was there she found her dress. Giving Quinn a wicked grin, she slid the lock into place and closed the door shut.
They checked on the baby then spent the remainder of the time setting up for Mercedes surprise to Sam. The time flew by because Quinn was yelling goodbye while Sam was calling out to her. He figured she would be at the door escorting her friend out, but he was met with an empty room. He walked into the dining area spotting the table with lit candles. He continued down the hall to their bedroom and was met with an unexpected shocking surprise. He walked in to see Mercedes standing proud in the dress. He was glad he took a deep breath because his heart and lungs seemed to have momentarily collapsed. "What are you doing wearing that dress? I had it locked up securely. How did you get it?" He said upon gaining his composure.
She strutted over in her six inch red bottoms looking like the cat that ate the bird. She circled him sizing him up, and he sank to his knees. She knew the power she held over him, and she enjoyed every moment. He reached out to touch her and she slapped his hand away. That pissed him off, so he grabbed her pulling her tauntingly in front of him. He first buried his head in the crux of her thighs inhaling deeply. She smelled of lavender mixed with the scent that is uniquely Mercedes. His mouth watered with want. He spun her so that her butt cheeks pressed against his face. He kissed each cheek before nibbling through the fabric while running his hands up and down her thighs. She pulled away from him again and he looked wounded.
"How was the Art Exhibit?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh it was great. Sold some paintings. How did you get into the study? You look amazing by the way," Sam said. He couldn't even be mad at her.
"Never mind the details. Right now we should go eat!"
"I was just about to, but you stopped me!" Sam said letting his disappointment show.
Mercedes held in her laughter as she pulled him from the floor and towards the dining room. Upon reaching the table Sam let her know he wasn't hungry for food, but she brushed it off. She uncovered the platter revealing chocolate & Caramel sauce, whipped cream, strawberries, sliced mangos, and halved peaches.
Sam licked his lips pleased with the direction of this meal. His thoughts turned treacherous and he scooped a huge helping of chocolate sauce. Before his hand left the bowl she grabbed his wrist.
"If you spill one drop of anything on this dress, I will send you to bed without dinner or dessert." Mercedes said.
He immediately placed the spoon back into the bowl without as much as a splash. He cursed his devilish lopsided grin for giving his malicious intentions away. The dress would live to fight another day, but he didn't know if he would. She had begun swaying her hips to the music intro. He was biting his full bottom lip. Deep in the zone he missed her command, but his subconscious was obedient.
She sat cross legged watching Sam carry out her demands. R. Kelly Strip For You played through the speakers while he gave her a show. He kicked his shoes off while his hands removed his cufflinks. He loosened and discarded his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. He did a body roll as he shrugs out of his shirt and Mercedes let out a whistle. He gave a few hip thrusts before releasing the buckle and dropping trousers. He stripped as she said but his goal was to get naked as fast as he could. With his boxers and socks on he walked over grinding his erection into her exposed thigh. Unable to resist she tugged at his boxers pulling them slowly down to the floor. She pointed down signaling him to kneel before her, and she rewarded his obedience with a glimpse of her dripping core. His eyes roamed the pink peeking from under the chocolate brown skin with excitement. He licked his lips prepared to dive in; it took every ounce of will power to wait for her to allow him to begin his feast.
"Eat," she commanded.
She didn't have to say it twice. He glided his long, thick, wide tongue from her gaping hole straight up to her swollen nub. He clamped his large lips around the button giving firm suction. She immediately begun to cry out for mercy but he was relentless in his pursuit to please. He continued his laps across the length of her pussy enjoying the nutty salty flavor of her. Delving his tongue deep within her walls he flicked her juices to the surface so that he could slurp them down his throat. Her hands found their way into his hair pulling at the strands. She screamed and writhe about pushing his face away. The more she tried to escape the further he pressed into her. The laps around the hood of her clitoris left her spell bound and praying for a release. Between her cries of "OH GOD PLEASE" and her whimpering Sam would suck on the clit followed by lightning fast flicks to the tip of her sensitive button. Body unable to with stand the torture she fell back burrowing deep into the sofa. He lifted her legs spreading them wider as he sucked and licked until she shook violently. Her juices squirted into his awaiting mouth and he clamped down on her clit hard. He felt her jerk underneath his suction before falling limp.
It took her several minutes to recover from the fall out. When she opened her eyes Sam sat eating a strawberry with a sly grin. "You did that on purpose," Mercedes accused. He neither confirmed nor denied the accusation. He dipped his finger into the chocolate sauce licking the contents off. "Payback is a muther," she said before walking on wobbly legs over to him. She bit the strawberry he had placed in his mouth causing strawberry juice to drip down his lips. She quickly lapped up the excess tracing the outline of his mouth before drawing him into a searing kiss.
She lined the head of his penis with her opening dropping down on him in one swift motion. The wet warmth combined with the suction of her walls caused him to throw his head back screaming her name. She clinched her walls as she pulled up the length of him giving her hips a swivel at the tip, and then crashing back down on him.
"AAAHHHHH SSHHHHH CEDES" he screamed.
She continued her punishing attack. Feeling her body lit aflame she pulled the dress over her head. He grabbed at her bra releasing the hooks, which allowed her breast to flow freely. He squeezed the nipples between his rough fingers. His hands fell to her hips trying to slow her brutal pace; however, she pinned his hands beside his head quickening her pace. Her heavy breast slapped him continuously in the face as he tried to catch them in his mouth. He finally caught a nipple latching on for dear life. The sensation caused her to release one hand and slow down briefly. His free hand found her clit rubbing ferociously.
Even though she had taken control he needed to ensure she came before him. He was teetering on the edge praying he could hold out longer. She bounced on his dick feeling the heat overtake her. Her gate widened as she shook spilling her release onto his pelvis. She let out a throaty moan as she dropped down squeezing his dick like a vice. He shot stream after stream of hot cum into her waiting cavern. Just when he thought he was finished she slowly lifted up squeezing tautly around the head of him slamming down again. He let out a guttural groan as he spurted the remaining contents of his balls into her walls. He leaned against her body for support. He was drained of all he had to give. Neither could make it back to the bedroom for several hours. They lay cuddled to one another on the floor, each with one hand on the dress, wondering who would end up with possession.
