So grateful to be fucked perfectly by Him [MF]

We’re laying on my bed, on top of the comforter, talking about things that don’t matter.

Sometimes we walk into my bedroom and he immediately pushes me over the bed and yanks my bottoms down and immediately begins to play with my pussy, but tonight we are polite. we both know what’s coming, and I cannot think of anything but his cock inside of me, but I feel we should make niceties. I barely know what we’re saying.

There is a moment of silence and in that moment I see him glance down between my legs and I know, instantly, that the small talk is over. He reaches over the space between us and seamlessly lifts my breast out of my lace bralette and shirt and begins to, with the gentlest touch, play with my nipple.

“How are they feeling?” he asks. He’s referring to my nipples, which I’d recently pierced.

“Still tender,” I answer, “but stupid sensitive.”

Now, his fingers are barely grazing my breast and skipping over my nipple completely, tracing impossibly light circles all over my skin. We shared more than a few bowls and I’ve been waiting for his touch for so long that my skin is sensitive to even that level of contact. It feels incredible, yet somewhat torturous. I’m aching for for more. I press myself towards his hand, but he draws back and I let out a whimper.

“Do you want more?”

What a stupid question. Of course I want more. I nod vigorously.

“Use your words,” he says, sternly. I whimper louder. “You know what I want to hear. Do you want more?” he asks again.

“Yes sir,” I plead, “more, please.”

He complies immediately. One hand is back on my nipple and the other is pulling my thus far neglected breast out of hiding. His fingers press gently against my nipples and behind to massage them. He knows exactly what I love and this touch is perfect. I can feel my pussy growing more and more wet in response to the stimulation- soon, I know, it will be throbbing. His grip loosens and he begins to move his fingertips up and down my nipples with unrelenting speed and a featherlight touch. I can no longer keep my eyes open, my pants turn to moans, I can feel my panties growing damp- and then he stops. I gasp.

It takes me a moment to open my eyes and when I do, I am face to face with his bare hips as he slides out of his jeans and briefs. His cock springs free and I smile despite myself. Majestic, as always. More than seven inches long, accordingly girthey, uncut and gorgeous; if every man I ever sleep with again has a dick exactly like this one, I’ll die happy. I look up at his, silently asking for permission.

“Quick kiss, but then I want you to take off all your clothes for me, okay?”

I don’t waste any time. I lean down and, gripping his foreskin with one hand, take the head of his cock into my mouth before kissing the very tip. His precum coats my lips. I love the taste, and I love the physical proof that he’s as turned on as I am. As soon as I’ve had my taste I obediently stand up and remove all my clothes, systematically. He’s sitting on my bed, cross legged and naked, staring at me. I’m too turned on to be self conscious. As soon as I’ve managed to wiggle out out of my socks, he pats the blanket below his legs and I’m there at once, kneeling in front of him. I’ve only barely begin to suck his cock- my favorite kind of forplay- before he’s pulling me up by my pony tail and pushing me back onto my bed.

“Spread,” he demands. I obliged, spreading my legs so that each foot hangs over the edge. “With fingers,” he elaborates and I reach down to pull my lips apart as much as I can. My eyes are closed, but I can feel his stare. A year ago this would have made me uncomfortable but today, right now, it’s the hottest thing in the wolds. I know he loves my pussy, know that out of all the girls he’s ever fucked that mine is his favorite. It’s intoxicating.

I feel his finger slip inside me. The pressure is almost non-existent; this is for his pleasure, not mine. He wants to feel how wet I am for him. His fingers move, tantalizingly gently, and his gaze remains as intense as ever.

“So wet for me, Katherine. Such a good girl,” he says. A second later his finger is gone and after a moments pause I can feel the cold metal of a toy- my favorite toy- press inside of me. He’s never used this toy with me before, but he clearly understands how it feels best. Within moments the tip of the heavy wand is rubbing firmly against my g-spot and I can’t help it- I’m gasping and moaning and clutching at his skin with desperate finger tips. He moves the wand in tiny increments, maintaining constant pressure in just the right place. This is exactly how I make myself cum when I’m alone and I know that I’ll begin to fall apart soon if he doesn’t stop.

“Please,” I gasp between breathy moans.

“Please what? Ask for what you want, Katherine.”

“Please, sir, please may I cum for you? Please?” I’m beginning to feel desperate- the movement isn’t letting up, and I know I’ll be in trouble if I let go without permission.

“No,” he answers, and without warning he removes the wand, now covered in my cream, and I’m left empty and panting. “Take a deep breath,” he says, “you’ll need it.”

And then he’s straddling my chest and his cock is deep in my mouth and somehow, impossibly, the wand is back in just the right spot and I can feel so much that I can’t think straight. He’s fucking my mouth so deep that I can’t make noise so my moans are trapped and I’m bucking wildly against his hand and I can see from his face this he’s enjoying this almost as much as I am. I’m sucking hard, moving my tongue over the underside of his cock as best I can, gagging slightly but enjoying every second immensely. I can feel my g-spot swelling, can feel my muscles beginning to tighten. I look into his eyes, making a silent plea for release. He smiles wickedly, pushes his cock deeper into my mouth so that I can no longer move under him, and whispers, “That’s right, Katherine. Cum now, while you chock on my cock.”

And I do. My eyes role back, I stop making any attempt at pleasuring him, and I fall apart as waves of pleasure wash over me. I’m vaguely aware of his moans mixing with mine and the feeling of one of his hands holding my head in place. I begin to come down, my pussy twitching as he removes the wand and moves to kneel between my legs. All I can do is lay, eyes still closed and breathing hard, as he presses the tip of his cock against me.

“Legs up now,” he says. I comply at once. The mindlessness of being fucked by him is my favorite thing in the world; for an hour or so whenever I’m lucky, I don’t have to make decisions. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing even to think about. While he is playing with me my only jobs are to listen and to feel good.

My knees are pressed to my chest, my ankles dangling over his shoulders. I feel him lean over me so that his hot breath is against my ear. The head of his cock is still pressed at my opening- not inside, but so close that I can literally feel precum spreading onto my skin.

“You don’t want to wait another moment for this cock, do you Katherine?” he whispers into my ear, “You don’t have to answer, I know you want me in you right now.”

At those words, he plunges into me. My pussy is still swollen from my first orgasm so I can feel everything as he moves against me. He’s staying shallow- he always likes to tease me at first- but he’s whispering filthy things into my ear and the words coupled with his hot breath on my neck and the reality of having him inside me after waiting for so long make the moment perfect. My eyes are closed- something I know he won’t tolerate for much longer- so I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel his hand close around my neck. The moment his fingers close around me, everything I’m feeling becomes more intense.

His mouth is still inches from my ear. “I know you want me deeper,” he whispers, “I know you want me to make you cum soon. You can have anything you ask for, Katherine, you just need to use your words.” We’ve been fucking for nearly a year now and in most ways I’ve been perfectly trained, but I still struggle to talk to him the way he likes while he’s inside me. Recently he stopped allowing my silence, and I know I’ll have to speak to get his cock any deeper than it is now.

“Deeper, please,” I force out. His hand is not restricting airflow, but the light chock still makes it difficult to form words.

He moves ever so slightly deeper, no more than an inch.

“Beg for what you really want,” he demands, removing his hand from my throat and biting my ear, hard. The sensation surprises and delights me and I cry out, loud.

“Ruin my pussy, please sir,” I murmur.

Immediately he’s all the way inside me. No matter how many times I feel him plunge inside, I will always be surprised. He fills me more completely, more perfectly than anyone or anything else every has. His cock is rubbing my still-swollen g-spot hard and his pelvic bone is pressing perfectly against my clit and I am in bliss, unable to form words in my own thoughts. I am moaning into his neck and desperately holding his hips close to me and whimpering his name over and over again. I stay this way for longer than it seems fair. It seems to go on forever, but eventually I begin to grow too sensitive and try to push him away.

“Not yet. Push through, Katherine, relax. Let yourself enjoy this, let go for me me,” be says. I love that he pushes me, love how he always knows what I really want. I try my best to listen, try to let the feel of his cock overwhelm me, to fully embrace the pleasure. It’s incredible.

After a few more moments, or maybe minutes, when I’ve truly had all I can take, he pulls away gently.

“Good Girl. Did that feel good?” he asks

“Yes, sir. Really good. Thank you.”

“Do you want to clean me off now?”

I do, so badly. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed so I scramble down to kneel at his feet. Before taking his cock into my mouth I stare up at his face, and I know he knows I’m grateful. No one will ever fuck me like his does. No one but him will ever make me feel this good.

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I promise I tried my very best to finish writing this story. Unfortunately, I waited too long after the event to finish recording it- I simply can’t remember enough details to do it justice, and I suck at making things up. In a nutshell, I gave him a long blow job and then rode his cock to yet another incredible orgasm while he fingered my ass. Then, he bent me over the bed and made me hold his balls while he fucked and chocked me. I lost all control during this, and begged for him to fill me with cum. He complied- and it was glorious. Then we cuddled.

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it- I’m happy to answer any questions.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bha1t5/so_grateful_to_be_fucked_perfectly_by_him_mf