I’m chatting with a man online while he jerks off. I do this occasionally, and as with anything, some chats are better than others. This man isn’t doing it for me, but has a decent cock and was talkative while he jerks off which I like, so I play along a bit.
*Me: I’d love to suck that deep into my throat right now.*
*Him: I’d make you beg for it.*
I laugh. Literally out loud, I laugh at my phone. I can’t help but reply. If he were someone I identified with, someone who I liked a bit more, maybe I’d play along with his begging fantasy…but not this guy. I was already close to giving up on him.
*Me: There is not a fucking chance in hell that I’d beg you for that cock, bud. Let’s be real here…*
As expected the conversation goes downhill from here. I’m pretty sure he is soft when I’m finished with him – I made him forget he was jerking off in the first place.
As I drift off to sleep, I am still laughing at the notion of begging this idiot for anything, let alone for his cock.
I feel like I instantly materialize into the dream. This is no regular dream. It is intensely graphic, and with full and complete sensation. Some dreams are like watching a movie, this is like being in the movie.
I’m with my husband in a nondescript room with a bed, couches, and basic wooden walls. It feels like we’re in a cabin, but a really nice one. There are people but I can’t really see any faces. It’s sort of blurry and hazy but it feels like a great place to be. It’s got a distinctly sexy vibe that I’m comfortable with.
He leads me to the bed and I sit. Then he says, “She says she won’t beg for cock. I think you should make her beg.” The man he is speaking to is in front of me now. He reaches down and puts his hand where my shoulder meets my neck, not hard but with a firm hand. I don’t look up, I know him even though I can’t see his face. When he says, “She’ll beg”, I break into goosebumps all over my body. My husband leaves the room.
He tells me clearly that I am not to touch him or anyone else until I’m given permission to do so. Until I’m told. I’ve never played this type of game, but the rules seem simple enough so far. They can touch me, but I can’t touch them. As he’s speaking to me he’s using few words, and is pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me want to tell him to ease up, but I don’t.
He finishes speaking and then starts to softly and slowly tease my nipples that he’d already made slightly sore. Sucking them, licking them, lightly brushing his fingers over them. He comes up to kiss me fully now, his tongue in my mouth instantly. I can barely breathe from this already, I’m so on edge. As he kisses me, I look down and see his cock straining against his underwear. I reach to release him, and as soon as I touch him he gets up.
“I knew you couldn’t do it.” This is all he says as he leaves me for a moment. There are still others in the room but up until this point they barely existed. He enlists the helps of some friends and they proceed to tie me up quickly and efficiently. I’m not tied to anything, but bound laying on my side curled up almost in the fetal position. I can move, but not enough to get any of my limbs to do anything effective. I don’t know what they’ve done to me as I’m fighting back panic now. I breathe in and out deep and remind myself he is not going to hurt me. He’s just going to teach me.
He sits next to me and starts to stroke his cock. He instructs the others to stay in my view and do the same. There are only a couple of them. Any women in the room are on their knees with a cock in their mouth or hands. My mouth is open and I already want something so badly, but I don’t know what yet.
He’s stroking it faster now, and moves off the bed to stand next to me. He positions me at the edge of the bed and occasionally slides it fully into my mouth and throat for just a few strokes and then takes it away again. He stops for a moment to slide a finger into me, but when he realizes how wet I am he needs a taste. He leans over with his cock inches from my lips and runs his tongue from one end of my pussy to the other – not for my benefit but for his. He’s simply tasting me – not allowing me anything but a tremble of pleasure before he stands up again.
I don’t know how long this goes on but I can tell you I woke up bathed in sweat, so I’m assuming he teased me endlessly. Every time he takes his cock away, I beg and plead to have it back. When he fingers me to the edge of orgasm I beg for release. I beg him to stop, and I beg him to continue.
“Please. Bring it closer. PLEASE. I can’t do this. Don’t take it away. I need it so bad. FUCK.”
I am angry, tied up and frustrated. I come close to making myself cum a few times but he catches me wiggling, trying to get off, and tosses me into a different position, or forces my legs apart to reduce the friction. It has been hours by now.
I am at my breaking point. He let himself get soft and put it in my mouth to let me feel him get hard again. He slides in and out of my mouth and I am so sure he’ll give me his load this time. I earned it, I am sure. He backs quickly out of my mouth and says, “I’m not convinced you want it badly enough”, and I am done, broken. As tears stream down my face and mix with the spit and sweat, I look up and for the first time look directly into his eyes.
“Please” It is barely a whisper. A few more strokes and he covers me in his cum. It is on my face, dripping down my chin and in my hair. I am in ecstasy – it feels so good to get the reward I’ve been waiting for.
He unties me gently and rubs my sore muscles. As he flips me onto my stomach with my ass in the air he says “Now I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
And I wake up abruptly. I am soaked in sweat, every inch of me drenched. My body is in that fully relaxed state that can only be achieved through orgasm.
Lesson to be learned here? I will happily beg for your cock if you make me want it bad enough. But I won’t beg for just any cock, asshole.