Former coworker, wicked sub/dom motel session…broke my 2 year dry spell…super long but worth it I promise / [MF][adultery][kink][long]

About 24 hours ago, I broke my 2 year streak of no sex. And had some of the best sex of my life, and tried dom/sub for the first time, no less!

I am an Asian woman in my early thirties, who has had a longtime tryst with a former coworker. To paint a picture, I am a little over 5 feet tall, a little on the curvacious side, with 34DDs, and muscular ass and thighs due to being a childhood athlete. Almost every man who has seen me naked has commented on how incredible my tits are, especially in relation to the smallness of my frame. It is true, you can’t even buy boobs this nice, only nature bestows tits this nice LOL.

On to my partner for that day, we’ll call him John, he is a total silver-fox in my opinion, 50 year old man with a swarthy tone from many hours playing golf, a handsome face, devilish grin, and a young spirit. We have always had great chemistry, and have been sleeping together from about 4 years ago, started at the time we were coworkers.

Since then, I moved to another city, and have been swamped with other obligations, making it impossible to visit, or even sleep with anyone at all. 2 looong years.

After many failed attempts to meet up in the past years, we finally were able to make it happen…. but on that day only, because he was leaving for vacation soon. Feverish calls to local hotels and motels for a same-day opening ensued.

We get to the motel at about the same time, and we know that we only have about an hour and half before he has to leave for family obligations (yes, he is married). We start our ritual of drinking some hard alcohol and turning on the TV to drown out my (future) screaming. By chance, there’s the movie Boiler Room playing, and one of the characters is ordering another to “just shut the fuck up and follow orders”. I jokingly tell John that I’d like to be talked to like that. “Really?” he asks. “Yeah.”

That’s all it took for him to switch characters, into that authoritarian, slightly scary, dominating character that I’ve always known was in him, and always wanted to come out.

I haven’t had more than a sip of alcohol, and we haven’t even kissed before he orders me, “Come here and suck my cock.” We’re in extreme fast forward, having not seen one another in years, not even kissed yet, when I start sucking on his cock. I savored it, that honey-toned skin, clean taste and scent, about six inches long. I’ve spent years fantasizing about that cock… and I finally get it in person.

He is already firm, and it doesn’t take long for him to get hard. As I’m sucking on his cock, he’s slapping my pussy, fingering me, pulling my hair, and pinching my nipples really hard. I love it and he loves giving it to me. Unlike other men, he is not afraid to bring the hurt. He grabs my hair by the scalp and forces my mouth all the way down, until my lips are touching the base and I cough a little. He starts going after my G-spot with textbook-perfect technique while I suck his cock. I keep closing my legs on his hands, my way of asking him to slow down and go lighter. “Open your fucking legs, open your fucking legs all the way so I can get to your clit.” I love it when he orders me around, totally disrespecting my wishes. I do, I split my folded legs all the way open until my knees are resting on the bed. With that access, he starts going for my G-spot. Enjoying it so much, I stop blowing him and roll onto my back as he orders me to cum from his fingers rubbing on my G-spot. I would’ve come in a couple minutes if not for him ordering me to sit on his cock.

He puts on a condom on his hard dick, and it faintly dawns on me that I haven’t had a cock in my pussy for years, and I was afraid that it would hurt and I’d have to manoeuvre him in. No need, I was so wet and ready that his cock slipped right into my pussy, surprising me. I sit still for a moment, just savoring that feeling of pleasure, that warm, raw masculinity inside me. Something no toy can ever replicate even by 10%. That feeling of someone’s body giving me the ultimate pleasure, and knowing I’m doing the same.

With my entire chest in front of his view now, He asks me why do I have a bruise on my chest, and accuses me, a little angry and stressed, that I “lied to [him]” about not fucking anyone, and that I just fucked someone yesterday. I tell him that it’s a bruise from something innocent (true), and that I really haven’t had sex in that long. He says “yeah, right” sarcastically. It makes me feel good, flattered, that he was a little bit jealous at that moment. It was really arousing that during these accusations, jealousy, and denials all occur while I’m grinding on his cock. I realize that I like to fuck and fight at the same time.

As if John’s turned on by his jealousy and my denials also, He grabs me by the hips and starts pushing me back and forth on his cock, as if to say: Because you’re a bad girl, I’m gonna use you really good, I’m going to force you to fuck my cock the way I want it, hard.

I eventually start bouncing up and down (my favorite, to really feel the length), but he prefers grinding back and forth so he can easily rub my clit. Too hard honestly, but he doesn’t let up when I whimper for a softer touch. I know he’d stop if I broke character, but I didn’t want to break my submission. I take my hand and try to pull his hand away from my clit, I beg him to lighten up, but he doesn’t. He tells me to shut up, and to not touch his hand. This goes on for a while until I had about 3 smaller vaginal orgasms where I gush a little. Not at all like pornstars do, but I do think that I maybe gushed somewhat. Even with a no-lube condom, and all that friction, I am naturally so wet that my upper, inner thighs are wet and sticky, too. No one else other than John has been able to make me gush like that.

He orders me to stop. I sit up a little and start inquiring about what he want me to do next, but before I can say anything, he forcefully rolls me over so that I’m on my side. Part of his “genius” as a dom is that he doesn’t let me know when transitions are happening. He just forces me on my side, and then on my back with legs in the air, somehow never stopping his wonderful pumping of his cock inside me. Eventually, he positions me on my side, legs together and feet pointed towards the wall. I’m kinda curled up in this position, and so so submissive, prone, and vulnerable feeling. He can see all of me, and I can’t see him without craning my neck around. I’m defenseless, and I love it. He starts fucking me from behind, while my legs are still together. That tightness feels so amazing, really like he’s massaging me from the inside. Something I can’t do, and no toy can do. I grab the corner of the bed post in desperate pleasure. Meanwhile, his hand starts choking me. It both turned me on and scared me, which turned me on even more, when I saw his strong, muscular hands start going for my throat, without warning. In a way, I’m relying on him for my life, and it feels fantastic. He’s a very strong man with meaty lumberjack hands, and he really could choke me if he wanted.

I love looking up at him, looming over me. I’m sure I looked doe-eyed, overwhelmed and small to him. He puts his thumb and index finger deep inside his mouth, trying to get some saliva. I know what’s next, and it turns me on to see him prepare for it. He starts fingering the opening of my asshole. And then, no permission asked or notice given, he forces his fingers into my mouth. I suck a little, but he’s more interested in just getting some saliva so he can further wet his fingers and put it even deeper in my ass. Eventually the entire finger is in my ass.

I generally don’t like anal-anything, but in this context, it does feel nice in a way. I start pleading his name over and over again. I don’t really know why I’m pleading or what for, but his finger in my ass and his cock fucking my pussy makes me plead his name over and over. Well, I can’t even say his whole name, I just get a “J” sound out. I’m trying to tell him in that moment, through my failed attempts at talking, and through the look in my eyes as I purposefully stare directly at his eyes, that I’m in a state of bliss and that I’m grateful to him for putting me there.

As fun as the finger in my ass is (and the eventual pain of him pumping his finger in and out), I don’t like how it’s made him fuck my pussy less hard while doing so. Multi-tasking is hard, ya know. I ask him to fuck me harder, and he pumps as hard as he can into my pussy, both hands now holding my body for leverage.

I beg him not to come, and he assures me, in an authentically calm and nonplussed voice not to worry about it, and that I should just worry about coming again and again. He is a natural take-charge person and leader, a real authoritarian at heart, evidenced by the fact that he can speak calmly, firmly, and give orders while fucking, when I can barely talk.

He then orders me to suck his dick. He rolls off the condom, and I start to work his cock enthusiastically. That slight plastic-y condom aftertaste does not deter my need for his cock, maybe makes it feel even more taboo, because it reminds me that his cock was just previously in my pussy. I can feel that with this second blowjob of the day, his cock is much warmer in my mouth, must be from the heat of my pussy and the friction. As my mouth moves up and down his cock, I concentrate on pressing my tongue with firm pressure on the underside of his cock head. Whenever I get to his cock head while bobbing up and down, I try to squeeze his cock head between my tongue and roof of my mouth. He orders me to stop, probably because he was getting close to coming. But I defy his orders.

Switching from my deep, aggressive blowjob, I just put my lips lightly under the crown of his cock, and lightly run my tongue under the ridge of his cock head. I trace a circle under that ridge, my lips just lightly closed around him. It feels so good on my tongue and lips, as if my mouth has become an erogenous zone, as sensitive as my pussyMy mouth isn’t pleasuring his cock. His cock is pleasuring my mouth.

I lightly run my tongue over the slit at his tip. At that moment, I know that my tongue is on the body part that will be spurting cum very, very soon. The part where he pisses and cums out of, and its just right there on my tongue… it felt so personal, taboo even.

That slow, romantic, sweet last couple minutes of the blowjob impact him, too. He moans softly, one of the few times he does the entire day — I’m sure my feather-light touch on his orgasm-ready cock, must have been amazing.

I stop, and then move to a kneeling position beside him, wordlessly indicating that I’m ready for more fucking. I respond “yeah,” when he asks if I want to sit on his cock again. After rolling another condom on, I get on top and lower myself on his cock. At this point, I’ve already expended a ton of energy, so I just concentrate on the feeling of his cock in me rather than aiming for more orgasms (though I’m pretty sure I had one more, because John always needs another win, haha).

This time when I’m on top, it’s slower, more sensual than the first time. I look down at his chest, and realize that I haven’t even had a chance to touch that beautiful skin. I put my palm on his sternum and slowly rub up and down, moving up to his neck and then his cheek. He reacts with a strangely sweet, almost innocent little smile, and closes his eyes to enjoy the moment. His expression is so authentic, it made me feel as if what we were doing was almost nurturing and wholesome in a way. It made me feel like maybe he needed this, too. I figure that men probably crave physical contact, because they’re socialized to be less touchy-feely than women. I loved feeling his soft skin, with that cool slightly damp sweat. I loved feeling his muscles on his chest from his years as a semi-pro athlete in younger days.

With me on top, he flicks my tits with his fingers. He is 100% a boob-man, and is thoroughly loving this. He puts a couple fingers from each hand in his mouth, one after another, and then starts tweaking my nipples with his moistened fingers. For some reason, seeing him use his spit in that way is really fucking hot. Just at the intersection of pain and pleasure, I reflexively curl my torso forward, like it was my body’s instinctive reaction to a new type of pain that was unfamiliar. With that inadvertent leaning forward, my nipples are now in front of my mouth. Ever the opportunist, he takes each nipple into his mouth. It feels so good, partially because we had never done that before, and I’d always wanted to. Something about looking down and seeing his mouth sucking on me like his life depended on it, was so primal.

My nipples in his mouth and me still grinding on his cock, I’m starting to feel truly and wonderfully overwhelmed by the sensations. Almost as if I needed to “rest” my head after being so overwhelmed, I lean my forehead on his. At that moment, my hair is still wet from the shower I took right before we started fucking, so it’s fragrant. I can smell that human, musky smell of fresh exertion-sweat from my scalp, mixed with the sweet smell of shampoo, and probably sex pheremones. In that moment, I wish that I could bottle that smell and keep it forever, because it is so romantic, sweet, complex, and lusty. My wet hair hanging in front of my eyes, and gapped between my forehead and his, I bet he could’ve smelled it too.

That moment is still seared in my memory, because we were touching in three different ways, and it made me feel so…connected to him and complete. My still-hungry pussy enveloping his cock and grinding his pelvis, his hungry mouth biting, sucking, and enveloping my nipples, and my forehead against his, both of us in a cloud of that beautiful scent we created together, me panting right on his face. It felt like every part of our bodies that could be touching or INSIDE the other person’s body, was.

Eventually, we move on to me sucking on his cock for the third time. I go back to my aggressive, passionate method. At this point, I can tell that he’s getting close again. I ask him not to come yet. He says a little defensively that it’s a two-way street and that I’ve come several times. I explain to him that I just want him to fuck me again, with him on top. I was angling to have my favorite type of orgasm — missionary style while I play with my clit to bring me to a clitoral orgasm (hadn’t had one yet).

I keep sucking on his cock when I faintly notice that I can taste a little bit of precum from his slit, now. That slightly salty, little bit gamey taste. He’s super close now, and orders me to stop, urgently.

I know that we’re going to do my favorite, missionary style, next. I’d earned it, having done a ton of work blowing him and being on top!

He rolls on another condom, and we wordlessly move to our most common (in the past) position. I love seeing a man as he gets on top of me, so dominant and masculine. A man never looks more decisive than when he’s rolling over on top of me. He fucks me, hard. He doesn’t try to play with my clit, or my tits. He’s only concentrating on pumping his cock as deep into my (still hungry) pussy as fast as possible, grabbing my hips for the leverage. I play with my clit, hoping to climb that Mount Everest of orgasms. I ask him not to come, but he doesn’t answer. I know it’s going to happen soon, so I just enjoy watching his face. The look of a man with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, while simultaneously in bliss… in that intersection of having all the control and losing control.

A second before he comes, he pulls his cock out urgently while breathing a loud exhalation of air, as if he was in pain. He rips off the condom aggressively and then spurts beautiful cum on my stomach, with real force, and more than I’d ever seen him have before. He exhales a little “ahhh” with each spasm, a rare moment of a stoic, controlled man who has lost control.

At that point, he was already late for his next obligation, and I hadn’t achieved my much-desired clitoral orgasm yet. After a quick shower, he gets dressed and prepares to leave. During all this, I’m taking all his beautiful cum and using it as lube as I rub my clit. Still naked and fingers covered with his cum, we kiss a little before he leaves. Our first kiss of the day!

It turns out my clit is bruised and painful because of John’s aggressive rubbing, so I can’t come after he leaves. After smoking some weed and watching a movie to allow the pain to subside, I make myself come twice.

He’s leaving town for a vacation with his family, but we agree that he’ll call me when he gets back in town. After a day like that, we know that we’ll need more like it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6mznh8/former_coworker_wicked_subdom_motel_sessionbroke

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