I unbuttoned an extra button on the top of my blouse as I sat at the bar, knowing full well that he’d be walking in shortly.
I smiled and bit my lip just thinking about how confused and aroused he would be when he saw me.
I had him at a severe disadvantage because over the course of the last month my interns had hacked into his Reddit accounts and learned about his fetishes. And boy were they good ones.
By day he was a respectable medical professional, and at night he jerked off looking at pictures of women “finishing the job” in a particular way that I’ll leave unspoken for now.
Given my assets, it wasn’t difficult to get a picture of me performing his fantasy posted to Reddit where it promptly shot to the top of his favorite sub-Reddit. Of course he promptly commented on it, upvoted it, saved it, and then clicked on it at least four more times in the following half hour.
When he walked up to the bar I waited for him to catch the ear of the bartender by using his “clicker” that people who don’t speak anymore use. The moment he clicked I backed into him and clicked at the same time, turning to look irritated at him.
The moment I caught his eye I changed my expression from irritation to “hmm, do I know you?” and he did the same. It was clear that he hadn’t yet recognized me but something deep in his brain was compelled to pursue me.
After smiling at each other in that way that people do who are no longer talking because they’re close to their lifetime word limit, we sat down at one of the dual-typing tables where people like us can type back and forth to each other on a shared screen.
After the usual small-talk I let slip that I was a bit drunk and then accepted his offer to go for a walk to get some fresh air. As we walked and could no longer type to each other it became more natural for us to touch each other. I held on to his arm and casually steered us through a street festival.
When we came to a dessert cart he bought me a cannoli (cream-filled) pastry. I then took out my camera and motioned for us to do a selfie. As we pressed together I put my hand around his side and his hand rested just below my breast. After the first click of the camera I tilted my head, my hair fell across my left eye, and I opened my mouth in the same way that I did in my filthy online picture. I then licked the cannoli pastry and snapped another few pictures and laughed and pulled him close.
We turned to look at the pictures we took, while still holding on to each other. As I paged through them he clearly noticed my playful posing with the cannoli and I could feel a shudder run through his body. Especially the lower part.
He looked at me with lust and I gazed into his eyes and let him kiss me.
30 minutes later we were back in his apartment, exploring each other’s body in that wonderful way that people do who have agreed not to talk. Through a wonderful game of probing and eye contact we quickly concluded that what he wanted was to lay on his back and have me sit on his face, which I did gladly.
As he licked me and I neared orgasm his hands kneaded and teased my breasts while I reached back to squeeze his nipples and stroke his cock. I let him make me cum and delighted at the feeling of his tongue lapping at my heat.
After a moment I made clear that after he made me cum like that I was ready to do anything he wanted, and that I wanted him in my mouth.
He made very clear that he wanted me to push my fingers up his ass while sucking him. I smiled and began doing exactly as he hoped — feeling his prostate harden as I massaged it while deep throating his cock — at an infuriating pace for him that was clearly thrilling him without getting him close enough to come.
After about ten minutes of this I pulled him out of my mouth and tickled his balls. His cock was dripping pre-cum as my finger gently pressed his prostate. It was clear that he wanted to cum and would do almost anything I said.
At this moment I started talking dirty and the game was nearly over. Many people stop talking with thousands of words left because they want to save them for moments like these, and the fact that I was using some of my remaining words on him made everything even hotter.
“I need your cum,” I said, while continuing to slide my fingers in and out of him while slowly letting him fuck my face. “Please don’t make me beg,” I said, as I worked him closer to the edge.
We locked eyes and he nodded. He tried to signal to me where he wanted to cum but I pretended not to understand, saying,
“Hmmm, where do I want your hot cum? I think I want to swallow it directly,” I said, knowing full well that he’d jerked off to my picture several times picturing cumming on my face, not down my throat.
I started to increase my pace and push him towards the point of no return. I felt his body start to shudder and tremble and I said, “Tell me where you want to cum, baby. Tell me now! Give it to me!”
As we locked eyes again I saw his eyes welling with tears as he gasped “your face” and started to cum for the last time in his life. I pulled him out of my mouth and used my hand to release his load all over my cheeks, lips, and on my tongue. I pressed one last time on his prostate as it shuddered and then put him back into my mouth to suck out the final few drops as he started to slump to the floor for the final time.
I cradled him in my arms as his eyelids started to get heavy, telling him that was the best sex of my life, and asking him if it was worth it?
He smiled, nodded yes, and faded to black.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59yioc/mf_my_sex_story_response_to_this_writing_prompt