Sexting my online sir during and after a wake. [F][M] [cheating] [pictures]

I’ve been lurking on this subreddit for years but never thought I’d actually post anything of my own. This particular story is going up because Sir asked me to put it all online, and will not respond to my messages until it’s finished and posted. After all of the fun we had last night, I couldn’t wait to do as he asked and post. These are all messages that were sent to me over the course of the night and my responses to them. The pictures I sent to him that don’t have my face are [here](https://imgur.com/a/sapcp). I hope you all enjoy.

I suppose the story really starts over this past summer. He had messaged me in response to a picture of myself I put online and we got to talking, which led to many adventures during which I found myself following insane commands in order to get off in public or otherwise inappropriate places. I don’t really know why I respond to him the way I do, but I know for sure that doing as he asks has always left me feeling amazing. To this day I don’t even know what he looks like, but I know that he is 28 years old. I am 21, and have dark red curly hair that stops just above my shoulders. My breasts are a size 34D and I’m 5’6″. I think that one of the reasons I can’t keep from messaging him is his awareness that the best way to turn a woman all the way on is through the mind. It really is true – women prefer to read their porn, not watch it. Our relationship involves him coming up with stories and instructions for me to follow, and me sending him pictures or gifs of me completing his tasks. This all is made especially hot because I am in a relationship with someone else. To quote another famous post on this sub, it’s not cheating if you don’t touch, right?

Fast forward to last night: the wake. I’d essentially been a zombie all week due to the sudden death of a friend. The wake was the culmination of a week’s worth of crying and dread as well as a nauseating lack of connection to reality. We are young, and the death should never have happened. I opened my phone during the wake to find any way to distract myself from what was going on around me to find a message waiting from Sir.

> “This is such a bad time… But I definitely love the idea of you whimpering, trying to keep quiet but feeling yourself soaked and unable to keep your mind off how good it would feel just to cum on your fingers finally.”

He knew I had been distracted from my own needs lately and for whatever reason that message flipped a switch in my mind. I couldn’t ignore the nagging sensation that was starting to grow between my legs. As he continued to message me small suggestions that I need to relieve myself I found myself short of breath. Every time I shifted I could feel my wetness beginning to allow my pussy to glide along my panties. The feeling was sharp and intense, shocking in contrast to the choking sadness of death surrounding me. If I could just close my eyes a little longer… But it was a bad idea to get myself so worked up in a place like this. I tell Sir about my hesitation, but he won’t stand for it.

> “Fuck it. I can’t deny that I wouldn’t love that if I were there with you. Watching you trying so hard not to look like I’m making it all feel so intense for you while you turn incredibly red. I know it’s conflicting for you… Exactly why I’d enjoy it so much. You’re feeling terrible and by all means are supposed to be… But there I am rubbing into your thighs. Occasionally enveloping over your pussy over your clothes and pushing down while giving you a very stern look.”

I gasped aloud and had to stifle myself at the thought of it. I suggested that if he were there that we ought to head to the bathroom because I clearly was unable to handle such a public and inappropriate interaction. It’s corny, but I truly felt *naughty*. We went through the possible scenarios: I’m lifted and pushed up against the wall in the funeral home bathroom within moments with his hand firmly on my neck, forcing my silence as he pushes into me. Feeling my breath constricted every time he pushes into me. Not caring if my neck is left purple, if my face is left red from slapping me when I make a sound, if he squeezes my tits so tight I have to push back towards him to brace from the pain.

> “I wouldn’t even want to let you wash up in the bathroom… I’d love to smear my cum all over your face and barely wipe it clean before you suck me, leaving the smell of my cock radiating from your face.”

I had to excuse myself from the crowded room and into the hallway.

> “Of all the times I’ve had you aching for my fat cock to push into you so rough… I think you know this is the worst of them all. And you love it. You know it makes you feel so good when you feel so overwhelmed, barely able to not think about the friction of your panties against your pussy as you squeeze your legs close together. Even right now as you read this I know you’re absolutely unable to be still as you squirm around for even a little bit of pressure against your clit. Wanting to feel so close to cumming without reaching down and sliding all over. Your cheeks so red.”

I knew he had me by now. My tears were dry and my skin was covered in goosebumps. I was practically dizzy with desire and I needed to do something, *anything* to release this tension. Sir knew exactly where he had me.

> “Rest your hand between your legs. Push down. Squeeze your hand between your legs so tight. Just feel so good for sir.”

As he saw I was willing to act out my desires through the picture I sent confirming that my hand was between my legs, Sir took it to the next level.

> “Flash me in the bathroom. And tell me how good you are for sir.”

I rushed to the bathroom and had barely snapped the picture he asked for when I had to reach down and feel my fingers sliding down my slit and against my clit. The second I touched my soaking lips I couldn’t hold back, without fully realizing what I was doing I found myself furiously masturbating at a wake. I sent Sir a video of how good I was for him as I built myself up, up, up, sliding my fingers over my swollen and desperate clit…

> “Stop. I don’t want you to finish. Or enjoy it too long.”

I flinched. I wouldn’t disobey, but pulling back from the edge was damn hard.

> “Now go back and keep company. Hope you handle tonight well…”

I tried to collect myself and washed up before returning to the stifling room. Once I was there again, it felt like I was the one in the coffin. I couldn’t stay inside. As I left I messaged him again, far sooner than I had been supposed to. He called me out on my neediness:

> “Can only imagine how much you’d be trembling if someone were to just grab your wrists and pull your arms behind you. Limp as you just hang over a nearby table. Feeling the lump of my cock against your ass. Can only imagine everything about how you look right now screams how much you want to be fucked so rough it leaves you feeling used.”

I needed it, I begged him for it. The situation had become severe for me as I stood outside the funeral parlor. He continued giving me small orders to grab my tits as I stood there, or slip my hand so briefly back between my legs. He knew I must be soaked.

> “I want you to suck your panties after this. You’re going to suck them and taste them so slippery in your mouth while you fuck your toys. And you’re going to show me that pink pretty pussy wrapping around your toys… And I want you to submit a picture of it on some porn blog. I don’t care which I just want you to feel the rush of your pretty perfect smooth pussy being watched.”

This was all too much for me to handle. I needed to go home and take care of the nearly unmanageable hot wetness that was beginning to drip down my legs. I knew I was harboring a filthy secret in plain sight in what was truly, truly the worst place. It was embarrassing and thrilling and so damn hot. I was a horny mess and couldn’t help but love the overwhelming surge that just kept building within me. I called Sir mean for doing this to me now.

> “I love it when you are aching and so needy that you still make yourself cum even with someone right there probably hearing it. You truly do everything your Sir says when you stop caring about how you look or sound and just need to cum. Bet you’d love to be tasted right now… My tongue sliding up your leg towards your aching pussy. I can only imagine the sounds you would make. My tongue slipping into you. Licking all around inside. My thumb pressed against you under my tongue. Rubbing harder as I start to lick faster around… Sucking just lightly, feeling just enough suction pulling your fleshy mess against my lips.”

I was on my way home. He officially had me in a state of emergency.

Rather than simply telling him that I was home, I sent a picture of myself naked in bed and awaiting his instruction. It was all I could handle to not touch myself as soon as my pants were off.

> “You’ve really had quite the night haven’t you, princess?”

I answered by sending him a gif of my hot pink ribbed vibrating dildo laying on my bed as I frantically began to grind against it. As I slipped across the intoxicating surface of my toy, I felt the edge of the world come speeding towards me. I immediately had to tell Sir that if he doesn’t want me to cum yet, he had to say so right that moment.

> “Don’t cum. I still want you to do two things.

> Push it in. I want to see it go into you.
> Show me your toes curl up so tight.

> Then you can cum, but only if you suck on the panties you had on tonight and show me your face when it happens.”

In that order, I sent him a gif of myself lowering my needy pussy all the way down the dildo as it vibrated ruthlessly into me. Finally I was feeling my walls pushed and filled and without really thinking my body responded, drawing it into me over and over… Between the powerful vibration and the bumps and ridges that covered its surface, this dildo had absolute power over me. For hours the night had been building up to this, and I had to move quickly to finish my tasks for Sir before my orgasm overtook me. I sent him a picture of my curled toes as I struggled to hold myself back and then finally, just in time, captured my face as I came **hard** while sucking on my panties. My vision became white, my moans stifled by the sweet wet fabric in my mouth. It was bliss to the highest degree and one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

He asked me how his princess felt and with the little energy I had left within me I responded: wet and dirty. The night was devastating, and then exhilarating.

I felt alive.

That was all I had left in me. I fell asleep naked, phone still in hand.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ty57w/sexting_my_online_sir_during_and_after_a_wake_fm