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Tags: M/F, submission, blowjob, PIV, cum
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I’m a little bit nervous, and you can tell. I’ve worked so hard to build this studio and now you’re seated in the back of the class, beaming at me as I lead my first workshop.
A bare-bones space above my garage, now filled with laughter as people flick paint across canvases placed in rows along the long workbench. I pace up and down the length of the room, helping where needed. I stop and check out how you’re doing before giving your arm a quick squeeze and a wink as I flit away to the next student.
There’s a decent mess left to clean up after the class and I’m glad when I notice you lingering after everyone else has filed out. I’d be happy just for the company while I cleaned, but you’re already rolling up your sleeves before I can offer you a seat on the ratty couch in the corner.
Ratty might be too crude … maybe bohemian is a better way to describe the eclectic furniture in the studio loft we now find ourselves alone in. Mismatched stainless steel tables ran the length of the room, currently draped in brown paper and splatters of runny paint. More paint than I was expecting, and the paper has started to disintegrate as we pull at it. You rush to toss a dripping handful into the bin and jump back when it hits the bottom with a wet thud and sprays upwards.
I struggle to contain my laughter as you slowly turn around in shock, a line of bright blue splashed all up your apron, neck and cheek in a diagonal stripe. Our eyes meet and you cross the few feet between us, chuckling menacingly. “Oh, you think this is funny, do you?”
I’m snickering openly as I back up against the workbench, hands up in front of me in mock-surrender. “If I said blue was your colour, would you hold it against me?” I reach forward with one of my outstretched hands, hook a finger in your apron string and pull you closer still. I always love the surprise in your eyes when I pounce on you. As if you didn’t know what was going to happen the second I got you alone.
Grinning mischievously, you move to trap me against the workbench by placing a hand on the table on either side of my hips. Unfortunately it doesn’t dawn on me that you’re actually dipping your fingertips in the excess paint pooled behind me until your cold, wet hand traces a path down my upper arm. I jump in shock and your line zig-zags across my skin. “You bugger!” I hiss, reaching behind me for some ammunition. You’re too fast, though, and two paint-covered hands zip out and snag my wrists. We grapple for a moment, giggling as I try to use this advantage to squirm out of your grasp before giving up and pouting.
“Well, you’ve caught me. Now what?” I raise an eyebrow and look up at you over my glasses. You’re pressing me firmly against the table and I can already feel you getting hard. “Oh, so soon? I was hoping to make you grow in my mouth tonight.” I’m unable to maintain my pout when your mouth drops open. I stand up on my tiptoes and whisper into your ear. “I want you to undress me and let me serve you. Please?”
The power exchange between us is always electric, and I love alternating between being aggressive and then letting you top me. I’m nearly dizzy with lust when you start kissing my neck and frantically tugging my clothes off. Streaks of paint mark where you’ve touched me in your efforts to get me down to bare skin. Before I know it, I’m standing before you under the fluorescent studio lights, smudges of colour playing across my body. You step back, admiring your handiwork.
The last of the paint on your fingers ends up as streaks on my shoulders as you push me to my knees. Using the bottom of your apron to wipe your hands clean draws it up enough to expose the bulge straining at your jeans underneath. I can’t wait any longer and start fumbling with your belt and zipper, freeing your thick erection in a matter of seconds. I want you so badly. I feel your hand on the back of my head, pressing me forward even as I’m already greedily licking and sucking the base of your cock. I’m rewarded with a soft moan as I work my way towards your tip and swirl my tongue around it. When I finally take you fully into my mouth, I feel that same hand tighten on my ponytail, holding me in place. I look up at you, my eyes pleading. You shake your head slightly, a smile playing across your lips. You want me to work for it. I exhale. “Please?”
Your smile widens. “Please what?”
“Please may I suck your cock?” I strain forward a little, cheeks burning with shame at how much I want to taste you. I know I’m supposed to keep my hands in my lap but I fidget, inching them between my thighs and hoping you won’t notice. I’m wrong.
“Which one is it? You say you want my cock but you’re already playing with yourself.” You smirk and my jaw drops open. My turn to be surprised. I feel myself start to get wet and my cheeks glow a brighter shade of red. “You’re adorable.”
You bend down and take my chin in your hand, suddenly serious. “If I let you play with yourself while I’m fucking your mouth, you can’t make yourself cum. Do you understand?” I nod dumbly. “You promised me I could have you any way I wanted, and tonight I don’t want you to cum unless my cock is inside of you.” I stare at you, breathing heavily. “Yes?” You prompt. I told you I wanted you to own me the next time we fucked, and I’m nearly shaking with adrenaline watching you in action. This isn’t an act, you’re really leaning into telling me exactly how to please you. I nod again and bite my lip. Feed me your cock already.
I’m rewarded when you stand up, grasp my ponytail and order me to touch myself. I eagerly comply, expecting you to push your cock into my open mouth. Instead, you slowly stroke up and down the length of your erection, admiring me. The blush that had been slowly fading comes raging back when I realize how exposed I am with you towering over me, watching me cup one breast and rub between my legs with the other. Your eyes soften. “You’re pretty great, you know that?” I could melt. I don’t feel self conscious, I feel beautiful. I want to please you and show you exactly how good you make me feel.
I close my eyes, tipping my head back slightly so you can see my open, waiting mouth. A second later I feel your cock teasingly rub against my bottom lip. I grin before opening my mouth wider and bending forward again to push you in as deep as I can take you. I don’t open my eyes until I feel you nudge up against the back of my throat. A quick nod and you know I’m good to go; you start slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth. I steal another glance up at you, tousled hair falling in your face as you bend over me. The look in your eyes sends a tingle down my spine and I moan, hand working away between my legs.
My chest is heaving and I pull back so I can catch a breath. You use this break to pull my head back even further and kneel down, joining me on the floor so you can kiss my neck. Your other hand soon nudges mine out of the way, stroking and teasing harder and faster than I had been. Not fair. You know which spot on my neck to bite to turn me to putty, and you expect me not to go over the edge? I squirm and stammer that you’re going to make me come, but you don’t relent. You just growl “not yet” and go back to nibbling on my ear and neck until I can feel my eyes roll back in my head. Just as my thighs started to shake from the tension in them, you pull your fingers away and taste them before kissing me.
You’re suddenly tugging me to my feet towards the couch, kicking off your faded jeans after fishing out a condom, thinking better of it and taking out a second. I laugh; you’ve learned how much I love giving head during sex and have come prepared. My Boy Scout.
I know that I’ll finish within seconds if I let you pin me down, but I want tonight to last and so I push you down and climb into your lap. I can ride you slowly, teasing until you’re frustrated enough to flip me over and pound into me until I’m seeing stars. You have other ideas, though, and grab my hips roughly, entering me all the way to the hilt. I gasp as you bounce me on your lap several times in quick succession. Fuck. That wasn’t the plan. I fall forward and rest on your chest, panting. You kiss the top of my head and push into me again, eliciting a groan. God, you feel so good inside of me. I don’t want to come yet, but I’m also a greedy little slut and so I wrap my arms around your neck, wiggle my hips and whisper exactly how close I am. It works, and your fingers dig into my hips in excitement. You begin thrusting and my head falls forward again. I’m so close. Grinding into me from below, you order me to come for you and that pushes me
over the edge. I climax, clenching my thighs as you keep thrusting into me. It’s soon too much and I have to sit upright and ask for a breather before I end up tapping out. I brush hair out of my eyes and look down at you as I try to catch my breath. You’re already running your hands up my sides, pulling me close so you can bury your face in my cleavage. You sigh happily as I kiss the top of your head and rake my fingernails through your hair a few times. Another sigh ends up being drawn out into a moan when I begin rocking my hips slightly; I’m ready to go again and am now dripping wet from my first orgasm.
This time, I get my way and ride you slowly as you lick and bite my nipples. Head thrown back, I revel in how good your mouth feels on my breasts. I notice you start to buck your hips, wanting more speed. I have other plans, instead; swinging a leg over I dismount and kneel on the couch beside you, tugging the condom off so I can suck you again. I love the sounds you make when I take you in my mouth; the sighs and groans are what I replay in my head later when I’m touching myself. I could stay like this forever, nuzzling and licking you, but I notice how hard you’re getting, hands clenching in frustration. I put those twitching fingers to good use and guide one of your hands between my legs. You gasp, either at how wet I am, or from me doing my level best at attempting to swallow your cock. I long to learn how to deep throat you and will jump at the chance in future, but for now I notice you’re dripping in precum and so I slowly lap it up, look at you over my glasses and ask you where you want to come.
Your cock twitches and I move to take you in my mouth before you stop me and growl that you want to come in my pussy. I grin as you roll on top of me, kissing my neck, and my smile turns to a look of surprise when I feel the tip of your erection nudge my lips. We’ve always been so careful with protection, but we’ve been together for a while both with clean, recent, lab tests. (Romantic, I know) The topic had come up a few times but you had always reached for a condom and I wasn’t about to push the issue. Tonight, though, you rub the head of your prick against me and whisper that you want to own me and make me take your cum like a good little girl.
I look up at you in a daze; who the hell are you? I nod and can barely choke out a please when you slide into me partway before stopping. You catch yourself and push the rest of the way in slowly, reveling in how good I feel clenched around you. You shift my legs so my feet are up by your ears and I realize I’m nearly giddy with anticipation. You always make me come so hard in this position, I can’t wait. I’ve missed this so much; the way you look at me when I’m pinned beneath you with your cock stretching me open… it’s my favourite way to be fucked by you. I’m aching now, and playfully squeeze you inside of me. “You’re sure this is what you want?” You speak softly but it sounds so loud in the empty room. I look up at you and nod. I’m certain. “Beg me for it.” You order. Oh. OH. This, I can do. I love it when you treat me like the wanton slut I am.
“Please, fuck me until you come” I simper up at you from the couch cushions, thighs on either side of my face. I clench you again for good measure and I’m rewarded when you finally let loose and fuck me properly. You’re hitting that spot only you seem to manage to hit and I can feel my orgasm building quickly. I want you to feel me grip you tight when I come. It feels so good I’m not able to form words; can’t tell you that I’m about to orgasm so hard it feels like my chest will burst. I’m so focused on my own pleasure that it takes a moment for me to register that you’ve hit that familiar stride which means you’re close to coming. Seeing you that turned on, using me, makes me come harder than I have in ages. Thighs shaking as you pound into me with one hand wrapped around my throat, I manage to gasp out a plaintive request for you to fill me with your come. Two short thrusts later and you climax, buried deep inside me. I buck my hips, grinding against you as you empty yourself into me. We lay panting for a while, planting soft kisses on whatever piece of exposed skin is nearest. You chuckle, noting that the paint wasn’t the messiest part of the evening. I smirk and cock my head towards the washroom, where the large walk in shower is waiting. Maybe we should get cleaned up together?
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