Chronicles of a horny weirdo deviant: Flattery will get you everywhere Pt. 1 of 2 [MF]

I’m an extremely self-satisfied asshole that loves to listen to myself talk and this writing exercise really got away from me, so if you want to skip to Where It Gets Horny, go ahead and use your browsers find in page function to search for “pause” and read from there

A note about me: I’m using [M] tags for me because I’m 6’6” barefoot and have a dick that I quite like, but I’m one of those great big scary queer weirdos that your youth pastor warned you would be in the Big City, but putting [GenderQueer] in the title seems like it would invite more confusion and teachable moments than I want to deal with in a Horny Subreddit. It’s not super important in this story but I want to write more. Gender is *hard*, OK? All I know is I can’t sit in chairs normal or do math, and I’m certainly not a man. If you *must* post about your attack helicopter bullshit, I’m going to look for you, I’m going to find you, and I’m going to seduce you, make you question everything you’ve ever known about your sexuality, and then ghost your calls forever. My entire aesthetic is perfectly captured in this image: https://i.imgur.com/y4do7rW.jpg

Anyway

It’s my friend and classmate’s birthday party. Alex is turning 22 and we’re all having a get together. The bar is less of a bar and more of a hallway that’s got a great whiskey selection and a nice patio. I’m done up like the idiot peacock I am because the highlight of my week is that I figured out a semi-decent way to make winged eyeliner look good (it was 2008 please don’t judge us there weren’t any makeup tutorial youtube channels) I’m wearing my white leather motorcycle jacket, my hair up in a platinum blonde swoopy mohawk(tussled just so by my motorcycle helmet), raw denim, cowboy boots, and one of my friend’s bands’ tee shirts.

There’s about thirty people who come through to do some well-wishing for Alex, and the bar is one of my hangouts so I’m just making the rounds, being my obnoxious and gregarious self throughout. I keep noticing Meaningful Glances at me from across the room from one of the women at the party. We ran in the same circles, but Casey and I had never really hung out in any kind of real way. She was small: 5’1” or so, with bright hazel-green eyes and light auburn hair cropped just above her shoulders. It’s spring and temperatures were getting bearable again so she’s taken the opportunity to wear a yellow and white polka-dot sundress and looks in the setting sunlight. I notice the looks she’s giving me, but I thought she was dating someone, and I’m not in the habit of wrecking homes (yet), so I sort of ignore it and, after a while, get a text from a friend about another party he’s at and decide to go meet him

I’m outside, fiddling with my helmet when I hear the loud THUD of the front door of the bar getting stiff-armed open at a near sprint. Casey comes out and looks up at me: “Jesse, I’m sorry if this is weird but you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen and I really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?” Flattery will get you everywhere. I’d like to say that I responded by grabbing her and pulling her in tight for a kiss that sent off fireworks, but, in my infinite suaveness, what I did was say “Yeah, sure” in the way someone might say “yeah, sure” when the waitress asks if you’d like another round of drinks, and you weren’t planning on it, but aw heck, it’s friday and payday. Thankfully, my horrific moves don’t ruin it for me. She takes the initiative, and bodily jumps onto me and pushes my lips open with her tongue. I stumble-stagger-walk over, with her hanging off my body, to the side of the building and brace her up against it while we continue to make out, and she starts moving her hips, rubbing up against the front of my jeans. We pull apart after a moment, breathless, staring into each others eyes. After a moment, I break the sound of our heavy breathing: “Do you want to go back to my place?”. She nods. “Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?” Her eyes go wide, a greedy smile takes over her face, and she shakes her head no.

It’s about a five minute ride from the bar to my apartment, but I’m taking the long way because the weather’s really nice and I want to really soak in this feeling tonight. Her hands are tight around my torso and her chest pressed up against my back as the 650cc motor purrs and we glide down a tree-lined boulevard in the fading twilight. She starts to relax, and her hands begin to creep downward, hooking her thumb inside the waistband of my jeans. I take us home at that point, because I don’t want a tombstone that reads “HERE LIES JESSE: GOT TOO HORNY AND HIT A TREE”. We pull up to my apartment and I feel real smug as I notice a small damp spot on the saddle where she had been sitting.

We pause a couple times on the way in to make out in stairwells, and eventually make it back to my apartment, falling inside as I leave a trail of motorcycle gear behind me like breadcrumbs. We make it to my bedroom, and I pull off my shirt as she falls back onto the bed, grabbing my arm and bringing me down with her. I wrap one arm around her and use the other to run my hand through her hair at the back of her head while I tease and nibble her neck and ears while she lets out these short little gasps and moans.

“What do you want?” I breathe into her ear. “I want you to fuck me” she moans back. “Not a good enough answer” I growl “Do you want me to hold you close and tender? Do you want me to pin you down and use you like a fuck toy? Should I tie you up and force you to lose control?” I don’t need to keep going, “please tie me up” is all she says.

I give her a smile and climb off of her, go to my closet and come back with several lengths of red cotton rope. “Have you done this before?”

She shakes her head no.

“Take off your dress”

She quickly pulls it over her head and throws it on the floor.

“Fuck” is all I can manage as I take in the view. She’s wearing coordinated, sky blue panties and a lacy bra that the nipples on her perky C-cup tits are desperately trying to push through, incredible legs, and this beauty spot to the left and below her navel that I can remember to this day. “Goddamn you’re stunning” I sit next to her on the bed and put one arm around her, pulling her into my body.

“The first and most important thing is that if it gets to be too much, you can say ‘red’ and I’ll stop immediately, cut you out of the ropes, and it’ll be over. The rope isn’t worth anything so don’t feel bad about it getting cut. Your safety is the most important thing. The second thing is that if you don’t like what I’m doing, you can say ‘yellow’ and we can pull back, slow down, and figure out where we are without stopping. Ok?”

She nods.

“Put your hands behind your head”

“Yes, sir,” she puts her hands up

“Do you like calling me ‘sir’?”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it ag-”

“I didn’t say don’t do it, I asked ‘Do you like calling me ‘sir’?’”

“It just feels right”

“Then I’m ‘Sir’”

“Yes, sir”

“Good girl”

I draw the rope across her torso and she lets out another gasp of nervous energy and anticipation. I pull it tight around her body and tie a quick shibari harness on her chest over her lacy bra, pushing her breasts out between the cords of rope. I take hold of the intersection of the ropes on her front and push her back onto the bed. “Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, sir”

I draw her left arm out to her side, wrapping the red rope around her wrist in a single column tie and securing it to the bed with a simple clove hitch. “How does that feel, baby? Does that hurt?” She strains her arm against the rope, but it doesn’t budge. “Good girl”

I slowly pull her right arm above her head and repeat the process, tying it to the other side of the bed. “Now you’re mine” I say in another low growl “and I take good care of what’s mine” I grab her face and pull it to mine, roughly pushing my mouth to hers while I reach down and squeeze her tits through her bra. She moans a high-pitched moan into my mouth and I run my hands up and down her body, squeezing her ass and rubbing her thighs.

“Holy shit” I say as my hand crosses over her crotch, and I notice her completely soaked panties “you are so fucking wet”

“I’m sorry, sir”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, baby. I like that you’re so wet for me”

“But it’s embarra-HUH” her words are cut short as I slide my finger underneath her panties and very lightly graze over her clit

“There’s nothing embarrassing about it, baby, it shows me what a good girl you are” I let her know in a soft voice, stroking her face with my other hand “now let me show you what a good girl you are” and I slide down the bed, stopping to place light kisses on her neck, collarbone, and stomach, while I slide her panties off. I kiss the inside of her thigh and stop to admire the sight in front of me, her labia puffy and swollen, revealing her tight, pink pussy and button on top, all glistening and already covered in grool.

With her helplessly tied to the bed, I couldn’t help but tease her. I spent five minutes kissing and licking everywhere around her pussy. Down one leg, up the other, pausing in the middle, millimeters away from her clit, breathing hot on it, as she squirmed against her restraints, then pulling away while she whined in agony. Then, on one go around, while close up to her pussy, I lean in and press the tip of my tongue against her clit and flick up, and she cries out while a shock runs through her whole body, and I dive in, plunging my tongue into her slit, running it all around her lips and clit. She’s bucking her hips and yanking her hands against the ropes with her hands balled into fists and her fingernails digging into her palms. I look up at her and she’s looking down at me, her face red and sweaty already. I moan into her pussy and tell her how good she tastes, and she whimpers, letting her head fall back against the bed.

I suck on my middle finger to lube it up, not that it was necessary, and slowly push it inside of her while I focus on her clit with my tongue. She lets out another high-pitched squeak that shifts to a low, hoarse, grunt and a “Hooooooooooolyshitjessefuck” when I find her G-spot, and I take that as a cue to put the pressure on, rubbing the pad of my finger against her g-spot and speeding up my tongue’s flicks across her clit while her “Oh shit oh fuck” mutterings get faster and less coherent. I can feel her pussy spasming around my finger inside and her rapid exhalations every time my tongue flicks over her clit, and I know she’s getting close. I look up at her for a brief second and say, in a commanding voice:

“Cum”

Her eyes roll back in her head and she screams loud enough for the across the street neighbors to hear, her thighs clamp around my head and her pussy clenches so hard my finger gets pushed out, and, to my surprise, squirts on my face and mouth. I greedily lap it up and moan with delight while Casey pants in front of me.

“Jesse” She says, gulping for air “I need your dick”

Wordlessly, I stand up next to the bed, unbutton my jeans, and slide them and my underwear down, and my rock hard, uncut, 6” cock springs out. I kneel on the bed next to her face, and she looks at the head, with a drop of precum leaking out, like it’s a bottle of water and she’s been wandering the desert for weeks. She opens her mouth with her tongue out and strains upward, trying to get her lips on what tantalizes her. As she does, I pull back and away out of her reach, and she gives me a pathetic look and whimpers. I put my hand on her cheek.

“I need your dick, what?”

“I need your dick, sir”

I shift my body and bring my cock down, laying it across her face. She squeals and giggles with delight, lapping, licking and sucking along its length but unable to get in a position where she can take in in her mouth. I move to straddle her bound torso, and she lifts her head up, opens her mouth, and looks up at me with pleading eyes. I slide my cock into her mouth, and she clamps her lips down on it and starts sucking ferociously, running her tongue around the head in swirling motions that had my knees weak. I close my eyes and let out a grunt, and she lurches her head forward. I feel the tip of my cock make contact with the back of her throat, which contracts and squeezes around my head as she coughs and falls back, with heavy strands of spit still connecting her lips to my dick

She coughs, “Please fuck me, Jesse”, her voice is shaky and desperate.

I reach down and pull out a condom from the box of sex toys I keep under the bed, roll it on, and position myself so that the tip of my cock is resting against Casey’s throbbing pussy lips. “Fuck me, Jesse!” I grabbed it and pushed it up and down her lips, flicking her clit again with the tip of my dick. “Fuck me, Jesse!” I slide it across her lips again “fuckmejessefuckmejesse” I slowly lean down and put my face inches from hers.

“Fuck me, who?”

she can barely talk, “Fuck me, SirUHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Right as she says ‘sir’, I slam my hips forward, hilting my cock into her, and she immediately cums again, letting out an animal grunt and squeezing her pussy down on my cock. Even through the condom, I can feel how hot it is inside her, and her drooling cunt is making audible squelching noises as I slowly start to pump in and out of her.

“Fuck, your cock is so big, sir”

I buck my hips again , interrupting the cadence by slamming my cock all the way inside her again, and her head rolls back

“You’re pussy’s so fucking tight. It feels like it was made for my cock”

“My pussy was made for your cock, sir”

I grab one of her legs and pull it up to my shoulder, rolling her partially on her side and go back to fucking her, little electric spasms inside her pussy squeezing on my cock every thrust. I speed up and more forcefully fuck her, grabbing onto her ass and pulling her hips into mine as I pound away, with her vocalizing “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” as I bottom out inside her. I lean down and whisper into her ear “Do you know what happens now?”

Her eyes go wide again. I reach into the box of sex toys under the bed and pull out my Hitachi Magic Wand. “Do you know what this is?” She nods “Good girl”

Still driving my cock into her, I force the magic want to her mouth, and she licks the head to get it slick. I take it down her body and rest it on her clit for several seconds, and then turn it on low. Immediately she lets out another deep moan and goes into convulsions, and I pick up the pace, feeling the vibrations of the wand through cock inside of her. I grab one last bit of rope to do a quick and dirty tie that secures the wand to her leg and holds it up against her clit, and start to pound her feroiciously.

After about thirty seconds of this, she’s completely braindead from pleasure. Her arms are straining against the ropes and her hands are grabbing at everything and nothing to get any kind of purchase. Her eyes can barely focus and she just letting loose with a string of low, animalistic noises that would have been extremely weird if they weren’t so sexy at the time. I feel myself coming up to the edge, and jackhammer my dick into her with everything I have. As I feel myself hitting the point of no return, and flick the magic wand to High. Casey screams, and the combination with feeling the more intense vibrations pushes me over the edge. I slam my cock into her as far as I absolutely could, pumping my cum into the condom. The feeling of me coming inside causes her to pussy to spasm harder than I’ve ever felt before, pushing my dick out, and her abs flex as she squirts again, ten times moreso than earlier, drenching myself and the bed. I switch the magic wand off as her orgasm continues to watch over her, gasping and shivering all over her body. I lay down on top of her, holding her close. Her legs are squirming as she stutters “Th-Th-th-tha-th-th-than-th-thank y-y-y-y-you s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sir”

I whisper “good girl” to her over and over as I reach up and undo her wrist restraints. I move to untie her harness and she shifts away from my hands, not wanting to take it off yet. We curl up together and spoon on the bed for the next twenty minutes while the aftershocks work their way through her system and she figures out how to talk again.

As we begin to drift off to sleep, she looks back at me “I’ve never done that before”

I give her a light kiss “Which Part?”

she sighs “a lot of it”

We go back to cuddling, and just as I’m about to fall asleep again she looks at me again “Jesse?”

“What’s up, Casey?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead”

“In the morning can we switch?”

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