My fresh scent perfumed the room, a budding flower. Before my frisky behavior began, I’d taken a shower and I’d need another after I was finished. My damp hair was cool against my shoulders but molded to parts of my face as I tossed about in throes of passion.
My nipples were peaked, hard, and ready to be sucked. My skin was feverish, soft, and needed to be touched. My mouth was open, gasping, and desperate. My fingers were soft, nimble, and teasing. My pussy was wet, throbbing, and ready to be fucked. My legs shivered, spasmed, and shook. I was there. So close and in the moment.
I arched my back, tilting my pelvis into the perfect position to gain different friction, better. I was loud and I didn’t care who heard me. This moment was about giving into myself more than I’d ever given to anybody else. It was for me.
I held on tightly to the sheets trying to anchor my orgasm to the precise place and time but it was wild and trying to control it was like trying to guide a tsunami. Strangled cries escaped and it too only stirred my lust.
“Please!” I begged for the feeling of bliss to never end.
My body grew lighter, weightless and my eyes rolled back as I lost in the final moments. Desire always won and I had no regrets.
Soft licks pulled me from my orgasm induced state. I whined as the sensitive places were soothed. What was…
Deep masculine groans thundered through the room calling to every feminine part of my soul. I reached down running my fingers through his locks of hair.
“Fuck you taste good.” He said between fits of devouring me.
“You feel even better.” I moaned.
“You are so beautiful when you touch yourself.” He murmured.
I froze and he chuckled.
“I watched from the doorway. You were so into it, you never noticed.” He said.
I covered my face embarrassed about how bold I’d been. It was one thing to not care what anybody heard. Another thing to have an audience.
He sucked my clit hard and I bucked and sat straight up. “Aaah!”
“Don’t ever be ashamed of your needs.” He growled.
I nodded trying to control my excitement. He gave me a look and I eased back. He pinned my legs above my head where he fucked me with his mouth successfully keeping me in place. I screamed and howled as he took control of things. I was spent and trying to recover from the light orgasms he’d invoked when he used that same angle to drive his prick inside of me. My eyes widened and he smiled.
“See how hard you’ve made me?”
“Yes!” I hissed. He was thick, long, and hard. Fuck… me…
He held my thighs open and my hips arched as he moved inside of me deeply. I felt every inch of him and I couldn’t move away if I wanted. The way he held me in place was like trying to move steel bars. He was locked around me taking whatever he wanted, however, he wanted it. My breath was stolen with every down sweep of his hips. I looked up at him begging for mercy with my eyes but his bore into mine daring me to take even more of him. The evil tilt of his lips expressed the lack of compassion that he’d show me. I was the reason that he was this riled up. I was the cause of our anguish. Sorry, not sorry. If the honey dripping from my pussy was any indication of how good he felt, it was well worth it.
Quakes began that didn’t diminish. They only became more thunderous as his speed increased and he became even more relentless.
“Fuck!” He growled.
“Oooooh, fuck!” I repeated.
“Yes!” He encouraged.
I nodded unable to speak as the waves washed over me and the flood of endorphins channeled all their energy into making me release the tension that held on to every fiber within.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!” I screamed as I let go.
When the explosion registered, my sight became unfocused and I drifted to another plane where only the best things happened. You know, like chocolate. And all was right.
Warmth settled around me and I nestled closer loving the feel of him, of us. My right side was buried under him and the left was surrounded by my favorite fleece blanket that encased us. His arm pulled me close as if “this” wasn’t enough. He nibbled my ear and then kissed it before he dozed. I sighed in contentment.
I stared at the ceiling wondering if we had whip cream for the pancakes that I was suddenly craving. That would officially make this the best Monday ever.
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Daddy worked all day today and I knew that once he was home, he wouldn’t want to play. It’s Father’s Day and though it may seem twisted to some people, the only “father” I had was my Daddy. He took better care of me than any sperm donor ever could and I was determined to make today special for him.
I’d spent the week preparing for today. I cleaned on Monday, researched on Tuesday and arranged to have his lunch delivered to him, visited the toy store on Wednesday, straightened the house on Thursday, grocery shopped on Friday, shaved on Saturday, and prepped first thing this morning for dinner. He was supposed to get off at 4 pm which meant he’d actually leave at 5. He’d be home around 545pm. I placed the garlic bread into the oven at 540 and was taking them out when he entered our home.
I heard him coming down the hall toward me and I hurried to get the bread on the table before kneeling next to his seat. His pace slowed when he rounded the corner which meant that he didn’t expect to see the feast I’d created for him. It was enough food present for us to eat for a week but that wasn’t the point. It was some of his favorite foods and he deserved each one.
Daddy sat down his things and I twitched. Normally I greeted him at the door to take them from him. Once I had permission, I’d put them away. I didn’t like disorder and Daddy loved that about me. It would bother me until his things were put away.
He came over to the seat that I was kneeling next to and he sat down. That was my cue to serve him but when I tried to stand, he halted me with a single stroke against my shoulder. I exhaled hoping that he wasn’t displeased with me.
“What’s all this for?” He asked.
“It’s Daddy’s Day,” I responded before looking at him directly. “I get to spoil you tonight.”
“Is that why I got lunch from my favorite restaurant today?” Daddy inquired.
For some reason, that sound of inquisition stirred every butterfly and rapid thought. Had I overstepped?
Daddy tapped the crease between my eyebrows and I knew my deep thinking was visible to him. I tried to relax but I couldn’t. The thought of displeasing him was too heavy a burden.
“What are you thinking?” He asked.
“I just… I don’t want to displease you.” I said honestly.
“But you assumed that my consideration of your words was a negative reaction.”
I whined because he was correct and that meant that I was in trouble. He didn’t like when I belittled myself or any of my gestures toward him. “Daddy…”
He scooted back his chair and I crawled over his lap to hang off the other side until my hands were firmly on the floor. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew what I needed to do. My legs dangled on the other side but his firm hold over my hips kept me in place. He rolled up my fitted skirt to expose my ass and cunt to him.
“What time did I walk into the house today?” Daddy asked.
I whined. “5:51.”
“Five places. Fifty-one punishments.”
He hadn’t done anything to me yet and my eyes watered. Today was supposed to be about him and yet, I’d found a way to disappoint him.
“Yes, Sir.” I sniffed.
Daddy spanked me ten times across my ass in varying degrees. Number three, six, and ten hurt the most. I cried and pleaded my apologies to him. He ignored my pleas and continued his mission.
He began stroking my clit. My mound was pressed against his thigh which made each stroke more intense. It throbbed in need while my ass burned in pain.
“Your pleasure coats my fingers so nicely.” He murmured more to himself than to me.
“For you…” I moaned out.
“Yes, for me…” His voice was deep and gravely. My Daddy was excited.
Daddy moved his fingers through my folds to penetrate my dripping cunt. I cried out loud, loving the feel of his fingers. He fucked me slow and deep moving his fingers in and out.
My body trembled as I neared my orgasm. Daddy withdrew his fingers and began spanking the back of my thighs. His fingertips would swat at my cunt creating a fire so strong that I began to crave each one. But when the tenth one came, I groaned needing just a little more.
His fingers penetrated me for a second and then I felt those fingers pushing into that tight pucker of my asshole. I gasped as he made his way inside. Ten torturous strokes drove me to the brink and I was gasping for more. I was so close. So. Fucking. Close.
Unless I’d miscounted, he was up to fifty and had one more to go. He switched hands, holding me down with the hand that he’d just fucked me with and then I felt his fingers of his clean hand making its way through my folds to my clit. With a firm hold, he began to add pressure from his squeezing fingers until I couldn’t breathe. It was tight and he held steady as my body fought the most overwhelming orgasm I’ve ever had. I was going to cum and I couldn’t voice that to him. My thoughts short-circuited and a strangled cry erupted. My body was seizing from his will and fucking loved it. A rush was taking me under and just as I was about to erupt his fingers moved leaving me on the brink.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed.
I could taste the orgasm that was quickly descending. I wanted to chase it down and beg for mercy but only my tormentor had the power to oblige me.
“Serve me.” Daddy groaned.
I slid to my knees but my thoughts were swimming in quicksand and my limbs were sore from the shaking and holding on. Food… he wanted food…
Light but firm slaps to my face started to bring me back into the moment. I opened my eyes to look at Daddy but he was holding my head. What was I…?
Soft velvet skin touched my lips and I licked it.
“Aaah. Good girl.” Daddy growled.
The endearment sent my brain into motion and I licked again. Daddy pushed it into my mouth and this thickness filled me. Aaah… serve… him…
I licked him, wetting him before I sucked him deep into my mouth. Little by little. He used my long tresses of hair to push and pull my mouth back and forth. His growling grew louder and until it echoed throughout the room. Booming. Thunderous.
My own pleasure coated my thighs, weeping for a chance to please his demanding cock. I laced my hands behind my back surrendering fully to him. Consciousness of time and place evaded me as I gave in to him. The only thing that existed was his need and I was to fulfill it.
“Need… to… cum!” He roared.
He exited my mouth and he pulled me onto his lap. He pulled me down onto his hot rod and the spasms couldn’t be denied from either of us. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding on as he pumped upward inside me. I tried to ride him but my legs were weak and he was soooooooooo deep. I squeezed his shaft as he pumped and he gripped me tighter and impaled me harder. I was coming and it couldn’t be stopped. The first one ripped from me and I screamed but he only continued to fuck me. The next two came back to back and I could barely hang onto him as he fucked me so hard and fast.
“Fuck… yeah!” He roared.
He filled me with a release that seemed to never end. I gripped the back of his head, fisting hair and he shuddered into me. I rested my head against his chest as his movements slowed. We sat cuddled in the chair for what seemed like an eternity. I loved being wrapped in his arms this way.
“Are you going to feed Daddy or do I need to do it myself?” He asked.
I groaned. “Nobody feeds my Daddy, but me.”
“Then get to it. I’m famished. A tempting little girl took all of the energy I had.”
I rocked backward to scoot away, forgetting that he was still nestled inside, and the friction to my sensitive folds released a small orgasm. I gasped and Daddy chuckled.
“You need some more?” He asked.
Before I could respond he teased my clit lightly and I came again.
“Insatiable cunt.” He whispered into my ear. It excited me and his fingers began playing again. I came in waves. Over and over so many times that I lost track. I was slumped over onto his shoulder unable to fight as he pulled even the smallest of releases from me. I’d soaked us both and still, I responded to him. He continued whispering how needy my pussy was into my ear and each time I responded to the unspoken demand.
Daddy pulled his fingers away from my cunt and licked his sopping wet fingers. I kissed the sides of his lips until he was finished. He kissed me thoroughly and I rode his reawakening cock. He spanked my ass in encouragement and I rode him until he quaked inside me, releasing once again. I kissed over his neck until his breathing returned to normal.
I stood on shaky legs and headed to the bathroom to pee and clean. I brought back a washcloth and boxer shorts for Daddy. His work pants were soiled with our lust and it made me smile as he sat there spent and eating cold ribs. I got on my knees and removed his pants, cleaned him, and put on his boxers with very little help from him. He was busy eating cold food that he moaned at as he ate. I grabbed my plate and filled it with food for him and warmed it in the microwave while the bread went back into the oven. Placing it in front of him, I took the plate that he’d put his bones on and cleared it before fixing my own food.
“You’re so good to me.” He said after swallowing a mouth full of food.
“Why? Is it the ribs, mac and cheese, and cream spinach?”
He shook his head while chewing. “Nope.”
“The barbecue chicken, mash potatoes, or squash?”
“Getting closer.” He said while smiling.
“No. It’s sweet like the potatoes though.” He looked toward my pussy and I blushed. “This is a lot of food.”
“I know. I didn’t expect you to eat it all today.” I admitted.
“I can’t wait to eat some of that cherry pie.” He licked his fingers and I blushed knowing that he hadn’t washed them.
“There’s vanilla ice cream for it.”
Daddy groaned. “You do love me.”
I laughed. “And that’s the thing that said it?”
“Yes.” His face was serious and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Happy Daddy’s Day.”
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Thank you, baby girl. You’re one of a kind.”
I looked over at my husband wanting him to protest. I’d never been with any other person but him. That wasn’t a dreadful thing. He was a kinky prick that I was madly in love with. His friend was here to pick up her casserole dish but heard me moaning how good my cunt must taste for him from the doorway.
She was often at the play parties and watched us from time to time. I knew that she was a Domme. Her spiked heels were scary enough before I added in her studded paddle that she liked to use. Her demeanor contrasted with her sweet smile, an oxymoron.
“See what?” I asked her.
“This pussy that you keep moaning on and on about. Let’s see it.”
Sir, he smiled. He didn’t object. His lips still glistened with my juices and I was still horny. He was interrupted and had not finished when she’d walked in.
“Sir?” I asked the unspoken question hoping that he’d tell her to leave so that we could finish with my reward.
I gasped. What would happen next? Would she tell me that my cunt didn’t taste good? Oh my god! Would she taste it? She’d have to or she wouldn’t know. I closed my legs tighter and a firm slap to my thighs set me in motion.
I opened my legs and my polka dot panties held on to only one thigh, baring everything to her perusal.
Her finger parted my folds and she examined it.
“There’s no way that this little thing could taste good.”
“It does!” I objected.
She took the tips of her fingers and spanked my cunt. I gasped again in shock. The sting spread causing me to throb lightly.
“She liked that.” Sir informed.
“Oh, did she?” She asked.
She spanked my cunt until it was tender and throbbing so hard that it pierced my ears. My chest rose and fell deeply. I looked at her lips wanting them to kiss and lick me better. My tongue darted out to wet my lips out of nervousness.
“Baby girl, bend over the chair.” Sir instructed.
Quickly, I got into position and waited. I heard his zipper as it was lowered. He tested my cunt to see if I was ready for him and I passed with flying colors. She leaned over me and spread my cheeks giving Sir easy access. He teased me, wetting him completely before penetrated me deeply.
My eyes widened. He’d never been this deep at this angle. The cool air licked at my exposed flesh and I moaned.
“I can see every inch as it goes in and out.” He moved slowly emphasizing exactly what he’d said. He was watching and that excited me.
“You’re so wet.” He groaned.
“Yes, Sir.” I whined.
She spanked me until my butt was nice and tender just like my cunt. Then she spread me open again.
“God, your drenched.”
Shame washed over me and to make it worse, she circled my sphincter with her finger while he slid into me and then out. I lifted my head wanting more but not knowing how to ask for it.
“Cat got your tongue, little girl?” She asked.
I started to respond but then Sir began tickling my clit to awaken it. I buried my face into the chair muffling my moans. I trembled non-stop as the urge to cum overwhelmed the rest of my senses. I needed to feel it. I wanted the ultimate level of control to be ripped from me.
Sir pushed me to the edge continuously, repeatedly. He gave me just enough to get there and then he drew me back. She’d pulled my dress off and caressed my skin with tips of her fingernails. I was a ball of nerves ready to combust.
“Please!” I screamed.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Shh…” Sir quieted.
I suffered in silence and his movements intensified. He was enjoying my silent tears and I knew it. Fucking hell!
“Please. Sir.” I whispered.
She spanked me more and the vibrations were more than I could handle. I gripped the chair but I was sliding down the rabbit hole. Too far in to save me.
“Give in to me, baby.”
I heard Sir’s voice loud and clear through the beating drum of my orgasm.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” I screamed.
“Uh!” Sir groaned. He continued fucking me through my release until he found his. I growled as he ejaculated into me.
She smoothed the hair around my face and kissed my cheeks.
“I guess your cunt really is good. Next time I’ll have to taste it.”
She stood and walked into the kitchen getting her dish before I heard the click of the door, marking her exit. Next time…
When I think of your eyes, I see the passion locked away until it’s ignited from your soul.
Delectable lips reach for mine but I make you anticipate our union, a thrilling delight.
Your neck and your shoulders dare to be nibbled, kissed and caressed.
Sweet skin inviting me to cherish you inch by inch.
Breasts full and ripe
Perfect for my hands, sensitive to my touch
Your waist, hips and thighs entice even the strongest of wills
The division of your legs creates an opportunity of lustful sanctuary
Wetness, so hot and tempting, stirs me to indulge in your offering
Your ankles and toes, are a sign of your strength.
But they too deserve the ministrations of love
As my body conquers your, one beat at a time, submit your heart and your love
Desperation of mixing our passion, searching for more
Your hands, my hair
Pulling as my mouth ignites your fire
Rapid breathing, hearts racing
Colliding thrusts, moaning pleasure
Temperatures soaring, time stands still
In this moment nothing else matters, it’s just you and I
Basking in glory our bodies combust simultaneously
The sensuality of one woman, rocks me so deep to my core that no one else matters
And it all started with innocence, but I was wrapped in your spell
Not love at first sight, but still drawn to you indefinitely
I leave you with a kiss so gentle and light, until the time comes to savor you once again.
Tied to the bed, bound for her pleasure. There was nothing more to say or do but to give her control. She kissed up my torso marking me as hers.
“You’ll beg boy.” She said firmly.
She nibbled along my neck and up my jawline before snaking her fingertips through my hair and pulling it to arch my back. She had my undivided attention.
I licked them and she took it into her mouth. I groaned. It was unexpected and a delicious treat. My eyes were covered heightening the sensations. I could only imagine her appearance. She’d approached me from behind and blindfolded me immediately. Her delectable body was one that I couldn’t forget.
She was tall for a woman. Long dark hair. Chocolate eyes. Her breasts… Firm. Ripe. Juicy. Delicious.
When I was allowed, I loved to lick from her shoulder down to her feet in one continuous sweep. She’d lay on her side and allow me to. It was like outlining her silhouette with my tongue. I knew things about her that she never would. She shivered when I started. Laughed when I reached the side of her belly. Gasped when I licked from her hips to her ankle. Frowned when I reached the sole of her foot. The fact that I couldn’t see her right now wasn’t punishment. It gave me the chance to see her in the same light that I tasted. She was magnificent.
She moved away from my mouth and I felt the loss immediately. The bed dipped on either side of my head and I knew her thighs were just above my face. I lifted and kissed one side of her thigh and she gasped in surprise.
“Bad… bad… boy.”
Her hands caressed my chest and I laid back down. I knew I was only “bad” because she’d enjoyed the treat.
Pins pressed into my nipple and I shivered. She rolled them along my skin and instantly I knew it was a Wartenberg wheel. The pins pricked but never penetrated my skin. The precise sticks caused my skin to come alive in the paths that she set out to.
Nipples, stomach, and… I groaned loud. She ran the wheel up one side of my cock and down the other, over and over. I panted and tried to breathe but she chose that moment to lower her wetness onto my mouth.
Ready for anything that I could do for her, I opened my mouth and worshiped her heat easily. She was sweet and uniquely her. She rode my face slowly while torturing my swollen cock.
“You look ready to explode boy.” She said between moans.
Unable to speak with a mouthful of her I continued feasting upon her as if my life depended on it.
“Come be a good girl and put your mouth to use.” I heard Mistress say.
Confused for a second, I started to move to speak but then lips firm and ready wrapped around my erection. I groaned loudly. I’d almost…
“Suck him deep,” Mistress said.
She, whoever she was, began sucking me so deep into her mouth that I could feel her throat as it stretched to accept me.
Her tongue was sure.
Her mouth was wet.
Her throat was warm.
I flexed my hips in her mouth fucking it with abandonment to her needs. The only thing that I could focus on was releasing into her throat. I wanted to grab her head but my arms were tied. I wanted in deeper and she tried to accept me but her gags could be heard often.
“Keep up, girl. My boy likes your mouth.” Mistress demanded.
“Yes, Ma’am.” She said. She set forth to the task with new motivation.
Mistress pinched my nipples until the pen was the only thing that I could feel. I’d done something wrong.
I went back to the task of pleasing her. Talk about being determined. The sensation to fuck and lick was all I could think about. I wanted to use and be used. I wanted to please and be pleased.
I was close. So fucking close.
“Girl, you aren’t to cum until he does,” Mistress commanded.
I was losing the war. She was shaking uncontrollably as she sucked me. She needed this just as badly as I. Mistress was riding my mouth and I knew she was close. She was grinding and leaving me with a little air. The control over the air I received was an aphrodisiac.
I roared. Jets squirted into the girl’s mouth and she caught every drop. She cried out around me as her own orgasm pushed forward.
Mistress, being the commanding element, came last basking in the power. She collapsed onto my chest giving me a reprieve to breathe but it was too late. I was already floating.
I felt the freedom of my arms and then soft light entered my vision. I kept my eyes closed and gave in to exhaustion.
“Rest, my boy.”
I heard the words but was too spent to respond. Hers…
Eric’s arms draped around my waist and making me feel secure in his hold. Tonight had been perfect. The kind of celebration I’d always wanted. I was proud of my accomplishments and for the first time ever, I felt the joys of having someone else to cherish the moment with. The red satin tie that covered my eyes matched the dress that he’d picked out for me to wear tonight.
“If you’re a good girl I’ll show you just how proud of you I am.”
I gasped but my heart rate increased in response. I wanted everything that he could offer and more. His hands moved over my body caressing, holding, grasping, reaching, touching, feeling, and he awakened the skin in the trail he left behind. He cupped my breasts making them respond to his lust. My nipples hardened until they ached and I loved every second of it.
Tonight, I wanted to be taken to new heights and I was willing to let him work his magic on me. He was firmly pressed against my body from behind making it difficult to ignore how much he really wanted me. His thickness was nestled in just the right place. If I had the magic abilities to snap away our clothes now would be the time. I trusted him and I’d let him set the pace but it was the hardest thing to do right now.
He lowered the satin dress from my shoulders, one strap at a time. It pulled at my feet but I stood still waiting for him to give me any instructions. His hands stroked bare skin and it was heavenly. My soft skin, his rougher hands, and the chill in the room licking at my skin until it came alive with chills.
He pulled my hands behind my back and locked the leather restraints in place. I exhaled becoming lost in the confines. Nothing else mattered, just whatever happened in this moment. His lips nibbled along the side of my neck until he reached my ear. He nipped it then pulled it between his teeth. I leaned back into his embrace relaxing into him even more so.
“Very good, girl. I’m only beginning. Will you be able to last as long as I?”
I didn’t answer because I truly didn’t know. I was quickly falling under his spell and I needed to pace myself. He gripped the hair at the back of my head and tugged it tight. I moaned and hoped that my legs could handle this situation because my mind couldn’t.
I closed my eyes and let the power within me take over. The control was all his and I trusted what he would do with it. It was time to relinquish what I was to be who I am. I lowered to my knees and waited for his will to become mine.
“You have no idea…” He started but then cleared his throat.
I’d pleased him and that’s all that mattered.
Lily’s body draped forward. She hung from the ceiling completely unaware of her surroundings. I’d used her body to play music that only I heard. The leather flogger left red lashes along her back and ass marking her nicely but I wasn’t done. I needed her to take more.
I slid my fingers between her legs along the folds of her heat, not surprised by how much her cunt wept for attention. I’d licked her until she hurt. Finger fucked her until the spasms racked. Still, I wanted more.
The cane I’d picked would make me lose her altogether. There was no way that she could handle it without slipping into a space filled with comfort and endorphins.
Lily mumbled and I took it as a yes. Not that it mattered. Her delicious derriere stood out and at attention inviting me to continue having my way with her. I laced stripes over her ass, thighs, and shoulders. I was careful not to break the skin but I definitely marked her. Her cries echoed around the room and it only served to make my erection pulse… throb…
Tears raced from her eyes, just as fearful as Lily to displease me. She was perfect and more beautiful in this moment than ever before. Beads of sweat ran down the center of her back taunting me. Not wanting anyone else’s marks on her body, I licked them away leaving only remnants of me. She was mine and on this night, tonight, she’d feel it.
I walked around Lily to get a better view of her face. It was tear stained and her eyes were glazed over. She wasn’t here with me and that just wouldn’t do. I stripped out of my clothes and raised Lily high enough to wrap her legs around my waist. I slipped inside and I swore I saw stars. Her heat consumed me entirely. Her wetness helped to anchor me at just the right depth to make her feel me.
Her eyes widened and I knew I was regaining her attention. In… out… thrusts… pumping… clapping… slapping… taking… giving… controlling… pushing… pulling… manipulating… encouraging…
Lily gripped the chains and bucked against me. She was close and her body wasn’t able to fight the turbulence brewing. I moved faster as her fuel fed my fire. I gripped her hips and rode her hard. I held nothing back and my body moved of its own accord until I exploded inside of her. Time stood still and I panted and growled out my release. She was fucking magnificent and all mine.
After the earth was once again our playing field, I released her from the chains that hung from the ceiling and carried her to the bed. Not ready to let her go, I moved to the center of the bed and held her against me. Precious… She was vulnerable and I loved that she could be that way with me.
“Sir…” She mumbled.
Lily trembled in my arms and I pulled the blanket tight around us. She scooted closer and trying to take as much of my heat as she could. I kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes. This was perfect. Just like her.
Her fingers worked faster and the glistening folds beneath her fingers conveyed just how excited that pussy of hers was. Her fingers slipped inside penetrating her swollen folds. She wanted my dick inside of her instead of the substituted digits.
Wet thrusts echoed throughout the room calling to my need to fuck her. Her hips raised to meet the sensual demands of her body. I smacked her thighs and her fingers slid deeper.
“I think you liked that didn’t you, dirty girl?”
“No, Sir.” Liar.
“No?” I smacked her thighs harder leaving a reddened reminder.
Her moans grew louder and her fingers pumped wildly. No, she didn’t enjoy that at all.
“Oh, okay.” I leaned down and pinched her nipple, pulling it from her body.
She stroked her clit with her free hand and I swore she was levitating. The cultivating sounds of a needy cunt so close to a blissful explosion was more than any one person could take.
I unzipped my pants and stroked my hard prick. She whined and I knew I was driving her crazy. She licked her lips and I felt it. I knew exactly what that warm mouth of hers would feel like if it was wrapped around my dick. Up, down, and tightening around the head of my shaft felt like fucking magic. The only thing better would be if I was inside of her right now but I was too busy watching her drip all over the floor.
Sinking inside of her would be amazing. Her hot, wet, and swollen cunt would suck my dick inside of her until I filled her completely. Who could deny how damn good that would feel?
“Sir!” She moaned louder humping the air.
I didn’t know how much longer she could hold on but I knew that I was exactly where I needed to be. About to come all over her pussy and hand. I got down on my knees, between her legs and tightened my grip. She was laying there watching with anticipation but I had no plans on entering her sweetness.
When I didn’t enter her, her expression was confused. I threw my head back urging the orgasm forward. I groaned loudly just before the first few jets of semen landed on top of her hand. Her eyes widened. My orgasm rode me hard and I released it all over her pussy.
“I beg you, please Sir!” She was on the edge and let her stay there a bit before I said the words that soothed her soul.
“Make her cry for me, girl,” I said between clenched teeth.
Hearing exactly what she needed to come, she allowed her body to relax, succumbing to my wishes. Her fingers slowed until her cunt was too sensitive to come anymore. Two orgasms before lunch. That makes for a great Monday.
I walked into the house and smelled a delicious aroma. He was here already. Something about that felt so damn good. He padded down the hall to me smiling the whole way. His hips swayed drawing my eyes there. Music was playing in the background and I noticed that his movements matched the rhythm of the music. He put his hands on my chest and backed me up to the door as he swayed against me. When my back was pressed to the surface, I waited for his next move. I raised my eyebrow at him and smiled when he lowered to his knees.
Kneeled in front of me, he was beautiful. He was displayed in a way that pleased both the Dom and the submissive offering himself. I didn’t want to waste time. I walked around him and got on my knees as well. I pulled his pants down and stroked his length through his parted thighs. He was silent but I could feel the tension brewing within him.
He was shirtless and I trailed my fingers down his back and parted his ass to caress him there. His hands were once flat against the floor but had drawn up to closed fists. I kissed the small of his back and the first cries escaped his lips.
“Much better,” I admitted.
“Yes, Sir.” His acknowledgment came out strangled and like a half grunt.
I kissed down his bottom, over each cheek, and wet the seam of his ass with my tongue. His pleas for more added to the music that I let fade into the background. His puckered hole was teased and probed lightly with the tip of my tongue before I worked it with my finger. My other hand was busy keeping him on edge while I stroked him.
I slid one finger inside, working him over from both the front and back. I found his spot easily and teased it. He shuddered and tried to run from me. I gripped him tighter and pumped my hand around him.
“Sir!” His voice was loud and demanding of my attention. He knew how I felt about that.
I gripped him tighter and he winced. I was in control and he better remember that.
“Sorry, Sir.” He whispered.
“S—Sir, I’m sorry.” He squeaked.
I loosened my grip and though it’d hurt him a bit, he was harder now than before. My poor boy liked when I corrected his bad habits. I added another finger inside him and his head raised as he groaned loudly.
“God yes!” He moaned. “I’ve missed you all day, Sir. I’ve needed you.”
“Yeah?” I asked. More so just to hear it again.
“Yes. I really did. After pleasing you earlier, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was so hot. And knowing that woman watched us… Oh god, yes!”
I hit his spot repeatedly with my fingers. He quivered and shook in my hands. My poor boy would come soon.
“Imagine how I felt. I could still feel your mouth on me as I went about my day. You sucked me damn good, boy.”
“Please, oh please, can I come?” He asked.
“Yes.” I withdrew my fingers from his ass and let go of his dripping cock.
That didn’t stop the horny sub from shooting his seed across my floor. I smiled and watched as he convulsed. He tried to regain his position but was too busy soiling the entrance way. I waited for him to finish before I said anything.
“Yes, Sir… I know. I’ll clean it. Just…” He panted and fought for control over his body.
That control belonged to me. I gripped him by the neck, stood up, and pulled him to his feet. He staggered but tried to focus on me.
His eyes were glazed over and he was still out of sorts.
I kissed his mouth taking his lips between mine. He whined and held onto me with all his might. I pulled from his lips and smacked his face firmly.
“Wake up, baby,” I said before caressing the warm skin along his jaw.
I kissed his neck and across his chest. “Clean this hallway and then go take a shower. When you come back, I expect you to suck me while I eat my dinner. Understood?”
He nodded his head and I gripped his neck tighter. His eyes became even more unfocused and my dick twitched.
I lowered him back to the floor and walked away. I looked over the meal that he’d cooked. Veal smothered in mushrooms and gravy, mash potatoes, and grilled peppers were on the stove. A freshly made salad was on the counter and made me salivate. My boy had outdone himself to tonight. I may actually let him taste something other than me since he’d gone through all of the trouble. I heard the shower come on and smiled. Or maybe not. Poor, poor, boy.
“It won’t take me long.” He said as he unzipped my fly and freed my dick.
“Hush, boy. I know what I’m doing. If you’re anything like last night, it shouldn’t take you long at all to get me off.”
I’d called him and told him that I needed a fix. Either he could tend to the swollen pecker or I would.
“Yes, Sir.” He lowered to the ground and sucked me into his mouth immediately.
I whistled. That was good. Real good. I looked around the garage for any onlookers but there weren’t any. It was usually scarce around this time. The last thing I needed was for someone to walk up and ask me about something work related while I was trying to get off.
I was beyond ready. I’d suffered through two meetings and some interviews with the stiffest of hard-ons. I’d given him 10 minutes to get here to drain the problem before I handled it myself. He worked nearby and got here in 5.
As long as he’d been my submissive, I’ve only jerked myself off when he was unavailable. He hated it. He told me that getting me off was his job and no one else’s. It was a territorial statement and made me harder as I thought about it.
I put my hand behind the back of his head pressing more of my dick into his mouth. He wasn’t prepared for the extra length just yet so he gagged and I released him. He took a second to breathe while he pumped his fist around my shaft. He looked up at me and I stared down into his beautiful browns.
“Let’s go, boy. I don’t have all day either.”
He sucked on the very tip of me before he pulled my entire length into his mouth. This time when I grabbed his head, he adjusted his body going higher on his knees to swallow my erection.
I continuously fucked his mouth. In, out, deeper, faster… His mouth was the perfect remedy. Hot, wet, and his throat was just the right amount of deep. The spasm worked its way up my leg until it registered in my groin. It was time.
“Hold on tight, boy.” I hissed.
His mouth tightened around me and he used his fist to stroke the part of my dick that didn’t fit into his mouth. He used his other hand to massage my sac until I shot off in his mouth. He swallowed every drop, milking me dry. I stumbled backward watching the excitement on his face. The little fucker was proud of himself.
“Clean yourself up and get on out of here,” I said while panting.
He licked his lips and stood up. He dusted the debris from his pants and fixed his shirt. He walked over to me and waited for his reward. I chuckled.
“How do you know if I want your nasty mouth on mine?” I joked.
He smiled and ran his hand over my chest. “You like the different things that my ‘nasty mouth’ can do. Kissing has to be on the list.”
I righted my clothes and put both hands on either side of his face before kissing him hard. He grabbed my shirt, fisting it tight. He would be riled up but I’d have to deal with it tonight.
When I pulled away he hummed and smiled before licking his lips. “Thank you.”
I nodded and let him go. “I’ll see you tonight boy.”
He smiled harder and scurried over to his car. He got in, started it, and pulled off in record time. My phone beeped and I pulled it from my pocket.
Him: There was a woman watching us. I saw her when I pulled off. Blue car to your right.
I turned around to see that car pulling off in the direction that he’d left. I smiled and texted back.
Me: I guess you gave her one hell of a show.
Him: lol Later.
I looked at my clothes to make sure I was still decent and then headed back inside to finish my boring work day ahead. The shit that had just occurred in the past 7 minutes had been the highlight of my workday. It gave me something to look forward to since I planned to take my time later when I saw him again. And that would set the mood for my night.