So grateful to be fucked and filled perfectly by him [MF] [long]

This is my first post here, and I really enjoyed writing it! I originally shared an incomplete version a few days ago, but went ahead and decided to really finish it and post again. For a bit of background: this happened about two months ago with my boyfriend of about a year. We met in a bar one night, had what was supposed to be a one night stand, and then…never stopped. We’ve both had our fair share of sexual partners (I’m 26 and a “reformed slut” and he’s a pretty normal 32) but agree that no one else has ever come CLOSE to having this level of chemistry. What you’re about to read about…is pretty normal for us. I feel unbelievably lucky every day. ALSO we are both monogamous and STD free, and I have an implant. We have discussed in depth what our limits are and have a safe word/hand signals. Practice safe, sane, consensual sex, people! Hope you enjoy.

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We’re laying on my bed, on top of my sky blue 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’ve already had a lovely evening but now we both know what’s coming, and I cannot think of anything but his cock inside of me. 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 small 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. 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 shorts and briefs. His cock springs free and I smile despite myself. Majestic, as always. More than eight inches long, accordingly girthey, uncut and gorgeous. The first time I saw him, I was terrified. Now I think if every man I ever sleep with again has a dick exactly like this one, I’ll die happy. I look up at his face, 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 braid 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 women 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 toy- my favorite toy- press inside of me. He’s never used this toy with me before, but he’s seen me and 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 choke 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 choke 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.

Still staring into his eyes, I take the tip of him cock into my mouth. It tastes like me, subtly musky and slightly sweet. I love that way he’s coated in my juices, all creamy and slick. I move down, swirling my tongue around his head and flicking it over his frenulum as I go. He lays back and shuts his eyes, moaning quietly, as I pick up speed. I know he loves when I’m sloppy for him so I move down until I gag slightly and let saliva fall out of my mouth and cover his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he says, “always so eager to worship my cock.”

My lips curl into a smile. I am eager- I enjoy the feel of having him in my mouth, and it turns me on to make him feel good. I never feel like I owe him anything. This is just as much for my pleasure as it is his.

I begin working my hand as well, so that his entire shaft is wrapped up in me. I move very deliberately, watching his face closely as I move. His eyes are still closed, his lips are pressed tight together, his pale hair is falling everywhere. He is, strangely, beautiful.

I move my mouth down to very gently take one ball into my mouth. I continue to move my hand, slowly but with a firm grip, and very carefully begin to suck. I can no longer see his face but I hear him gasping and he begins to thrust into my hand.

“That feels incredible,” he whispers. I move the the left and start to swirl my tongue around his other ball, working my hand slightly faster. “Oh my god, Katherine,” he speaks out loud, “You have to stop now. I need to be back inside you.”

I lick up to the tip of his cock and then sit back on my heels, awaiting further instruction.

“Ride me,” he demands.

I immediately clamber on top of him and begin to sink down onto his cock. I’ve only gotten a few inches inside before he catches my hips and stops me from moving lower.

“Just the tip. Don’t be greedy.”

I move carefully. Every short stroke is wildly stimulating, yet entirely unsatisfying. I want so much more of him in me, and he knows it.

“Use your words. You can have anything you ask for.”

“Please,” I whisper, my eyes shut tight.

“Please what, Katherine?” he asks.

I take a deep breath, lean down so my lips are brushing his ear, and whisper, “Please sir, may I have you deeper?”

“Yes,” he responds immediately, releasing my hips and thrusting up into me.

I ride fast and hard. I used to be allowed to have his like this whoever I wanted. I could ride his cock for as long as I pleased, was allowed to make myself cum on it as many times as I wanted. Today this is a special treat, but I’ve had so much practice I know I can be quick.

“Play with my ass, please sir,” I implore between moans.

His fingers are on my already slick asshole at once, moving in hard circles before pressing inside. “Be loud for me, Katherine,” he says, and I am. It is natural, even necessary, to let go and moan. I’m moving desperately now, so close to the edge, and I begin to beg.

“Please, please can I cum for you now? Please sir, please let me cum.”

When it feels like I can’t hold on any longer, he finally gives permission. My orgasm hits hard. I feel it everywhere, but especially in my ass which pulses hard around his still-beckoning fingers. I’ve only just behind to come down when he grabs my hips and pulls me up and off of him.

“Lean over the bed. I want to cum in you now,” he demands. His voice is harsh. I don’t hesitate.

Almost instantly, his cock is back inside me. There is no hesitation, no gentle teasing now. He is pounding into me, hard and deep and fast. I can feel his cock swelling even more, feel his hot, heavy breath on the back of my neck. This is my favorite part. I am so excited to be filled with his cum, so excited to feel him explode inside me.

“Are you ready, Katherine? Beg for it,” he says. I remain wordless. “Beg or I’ll pull out,” he threatens, putting one arm around my throat and applying light pressure.

Something clicks inside of me and words spill out. I’m pleading for his cum, begging to be used and filled with his sticky seed, asking him to breed me. It’s my most secret fantasy- but he knows what I really want, and he loves it. In no time at all he’s forcing my hand back to hold his balls and I feel his cock begin to throb. I can literally feel his semen moving from his tightly constricted sack to me. I feel it, hot and thick, hitting the deepest part of me. He lets out one guttural moan and stills.

I fall, curling into a lose ball in the middle of my bed. I am exhausted. Seconds later, he is curled around me.

“Thank you,” I say. They’re the only words that make sense right now. He chuckles, brushes my lose hair behind an ear, and answers. “Anytime.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bif2vc/so_grateful_to_be_fucked_and_filled_perfectly_by