This is my first piece of erotic fiction… please be nice. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading! I hope you like it. (:
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“You said you’d behave,” he growled, eyes fixed on me with hunger. “Promised, even.” I kicked my legs out again, trying to squirm away. My hands, tied to the bedpost behind me, kept me from getting too far. “Now, now.. What am I to do, now that you’ve broken your promise?” It was a game we played. He pretends to be forceful, I pretend to fight it. Tying me up was the only way to prevent a full on mutiny.
But, we’d agreed beforehand: it was his night to choose how we play. Whatever he wanted, was what we would do. That simple. But still, I couldn’t resist… I was just as turned on by him having his way with me as he was by telling me what I could and could not do.
As I shut my legs, pulling them towards me, his arms struck out and grabbed each ankle. “If that’s how you want it,” he said, kissing along my calves lightly. Without warning he pulled my legs up and hips down, moving his mouth softly downwards until I could feel his breath on my thighs. Subconsciously I moved my knees outward. I didn’t want to make it easy… What’s the fun in that? But I wanted it nonetheless. Oh, did I want it.
He started making the rounds with his tongue around my clit, lightly sucking just long enough to get me to lean into it. Once I let a moan escape, he dove face first between my legs. “You’re soaking wet,” he said gleefully, lapping up as much as he could. I wrenched my ankles free and pushed them into his back, leveraging even closer to his mouth. I love the feel of his worship; I love the way his tongue explores my taste. I don’t know when he put his fingers in me, but it only made me moan louder. Before long we’d worked up to four fingers, pushed in up to the knuckles, his tongue still dancing with my clit. I nearly screamed, I couldn’t stand it. I begged him to come up from his haven, kissing him hard when he did, tasting myself in him. Oh how I wanted to feel his cock in me.
But not quite yet. “Do you want me to suck your dick?” I ask, trying my best to be nonchalant. Without a word he’s untied my hands and moved onto his back, his beautiful thick cock at full mast and ready for me. As I start to move down, he grabs my hair and pulls me close to his face. He kisses me hard until I’m dizzy, then pushes my face down to my destination.
A slow, exploratory lick from the base to the tip elicits a moan and a pull of my hair. I start with my lips just barely around the tip, tongue feeling the ridges at first, then further down past the head. Before he knows what’s happened, I have his full length pulled into my mouth, still rubbing my tongue against the base and up the middle. My head bobs at his pace: his right hand grips my hair while his left clasps for sheets, knees pulled up and moaning freely. I withdraw and work downwards. What starts with playful licking around his balls quickly turns into taking both into my mouth, lightly sucking on them, tongue still feeling around. When I move lower enough, I run the tip of my tongue along your taint. Just enough to tease possibility, without making the move. I go back up to your cock, eager to pull your entirety into me again. I can feel your head in the back of my throat, and try my best to get it all in there, even though I choke just a little. I get so wet sucking dick.
After a final twirl with my tongue around the head and a last minute decision to submerge your entire cock down my throat one last time, I kiss you hard on the mouth and climb on top of you. Without any resistance, your cock slides right in and we groan at the same time from how good it feels. I can feel you deep in me, grinding my hips in to be even closer. Your hands each hold a nipple, pressing hard and pulling them towards you. I lean in close so you can bite one, then pull away with it still between your teeth. One hand moves up to hold my neck, applying pressure to my throat. This gets me instantly wet. You smile, knowing what you’ve done. I grind my hips deeper into your pelvis, your hand gripping my throat. I’m getting louder with each move. You pull me in for a rough kiss, still holding my throat, and say, “You can’t come just yet. Get off and on your hands and knees. I want to see what we’ve done.”
I do as he says, and assume the position on my hands and knees. He jerks my knees out a bit, sounding satisfied as his fingers slip in and out of me with ease. I don’t know how many fingers he’s using this time, but it feels like ecstasy. Again he moves down quick with his mouth, lapping me up from behind. While his hands keep my cunt busy, his tongue is working its magic on my asshole. Distracted by the absolute delight, I didn’t immediately notice when he got a finger there too. But then he put another in. And then I feel something cold stretch me open, filling me with a full but wonderful sensation. He leans over my back, pulling my head to the side to kiss me hard before he pushes my torso down, getting me to my elbows. “I hope you like this,” he said quietly, “I know I will.”
After all that glory I had already felt that night, the fantastic moments of carnal ecstasy… Him fucking me with a plug in my ass was damn near a transcendental experience. At first, he was gentle and slow. But when he saw that I was enjoying myself, he pushed his hips deeper and faster until I didn’t know what was up or down or where my body even was anymore. He pulled out of me and I immediately begged for more. “We’ll see,” was all he said, moving his tongue around the gaping hole he had just finished filling with his wonderfully thick cock. I was still so wet, turned on by how delightfully sinful everything he did could feel.
With one swift movement he pulled the toy out of my ass, and replaced it with his own cock. Immediately I started groaning, not expecting the sudden girth but loving every moment of it. I begged him again to fuck me more, harder please, I wanted to feel him in me. Without hesitation, he obliged. Each thrust pushed me closer to the greatest orgasm of my life. I was close to coming on my own, but moved my hand down to my clit anyways. He loves when I do that. “I’m about to come,” he says, pushing his hips harder and further into me. With how wet I was, my fingers slid over my clit with little effort, inching me closer to coming with each darting movement. I asked him to come inside me. He knows I love the feeling of him coming in me, and he loves it too. With a jolt our bodies shuddered, the orgasm hitting me in waves and making me dizzy. I could feel our juices slipping out onto my thighs and the sheets.
We lie there for a moment, recuperating from the evening. He looked at me, still full of hunger, and said, “So how can I tie you up this time? Soon enough, I’ll get my way.” I could feel myself getting wetter than I already was. It was shaping up to be a long, cock filled night.
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