I must’ve replayed tonight in my mind over a dozen times, trying to find the words to describe the feelings dwelling in me from that dwindling kiss on my lips.
I’ll admit I bit down on his lip hoping right then and there that he would push me against my car and pull my hair back exposing my neck to the rain and his lips… As he pulled away, a smile over his face, he bid me farewell and a safe drive home.
I walked in the door to my husband passed out in bed, and curious cats wandering around almost to ask of my whereabouts. After giving them food, I stared at my phone hoping some message was there waiting for me. I decided not to wait and messaged him, asking if he got home okay. There was a question burning deep in my soul that I just had to ask.. Why didn’t he take me then and there? He had me weak and vulnerable.
“Oh, I thought about it, you very nearly ended up on your knees in the parking lot”
I felt that longing ache deep down in my pussy. My God how I wanted him so bad. A picture message soon followed, it was of him holding a wood clothes pin.
“I was also so lost in my head, I forgot to give you something I had for you, for when you’re told to use it”
I could feel myself starting to soak through the special thong I had worn for the night. I told him how smitten he had me, and how I would have done anything to be on my knees in front of him. Begging for him to let me suck his cock and prove myself. I sent him a picture of myself bent over, exposing the black thong I was wearing. It had a silk ribbon bow on the back.
“Well then, I think you need to pull it to the side and show me how wet you are.”
“You definitely have the power to bring me to my knees” I sent back with a picture of my thong pulled aside, my puffy lips lined down the center with my own juices.
“and keep you there while I use your mouth.”
“You’d be lucky if you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night with my lips wrapped around your cock.”
“As long as you’re prepared to pay the price for being so greedy.”
I gasped softly, I don’t know why he would want to punish me for wanting to service him even in the early hours of the morning…
“What would the price be for that?” I asked hesitant
“depends on the mood I’m in, but for a greedy cocksucker? Probably being forced a dildo while I rub your clit with as much pressure I can manage… probably hogtied”
I could feel my ass and pussy aching to be filled. I sent him 2 more photos of me on my knees, showing my ass, almost begging for him to come fuck them and tear them apart.
“You need something in your ass I think… I’m not sure if I should let you enjoy yourself or not tonight. Something to stretch you out immediately, I’m open to a list or picture of what you have on hand.”
Desperately looking around, I found the biggest dildo I have. It’s about 9 inches long, and thick enough I can barely wrap my hand around it. I took a picture and sent it.
“Dildo it is then, I want a video of your face as you’re squatting down on it.”
I immediately began blushing, do I really want to show my face? Shyly I started putting lube on the dildo and my ass. I could feel it wanting to be stretched out so bad, I turned the front facing camera on and began recording as my ass became engulfed with my thick silicone dildo.
Blushing, I sent the video back, still with the cock in my ass, my pussy dripping down onto the shaft.
“Now put your plug in your pussy.”
“Now you’re to sit down, to keep full pressure on the dildo. And you’re going to masturbate.
But you’re not to cum, do you understand me? You’re going to get right to the edge, and then stop.
I want you to think of my cock in your mouth while you do this.
Once you’ve got yourself right to the edge, and stopped. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking about and what you want right at that moment.
And if it’s a dirty enough and good enough fantasy description, I will let you cum.
Do you understand?”
I replied with the only sentence I could muster.
“Yes, Sir.”
Several minutes pass as I sit writhing in ecstasy and wishing he was there to bend me over and take me like the slut I want to be for him. I’m starting to get close, I send a message back to him telling him how much I want to be a good girl for him…. How bad my ass is throbbing and aching to feel his cock stretch it out.
“Good girl, you may cum now”
I’ll be honest, I don’t know how my husband didn’t hear the loud moan I let out that night. The orgasm so intense it left me on the floor, hands grasping anything near by for comfort. I’m not sure what kind of black magic fuckery he has done with me, but I hope it continues…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5stli/i_met_him_for_the_first_time_that_night_fm_part_2