Context: I’m about to share this with my fiancé [F] before my bday dinner next week, but wanted to share it here too. It hasn’t happened just yet but hopefully will, or close enough.
I enjoy anticipation, knowing that at some point I will get some time with you. So, planning and writing this a little adds another layer of fun for me. Further, even Knowing that you could be playing with yourself in the basement while I work, or while I’m asleep next to you, and all the while wondering what exactly your thinking about, drives me fucking wild. So, I do hope you enjoy reading this.
For my birthday, quite frankly, I want you dressed slutty. I’m open to other interpretations, but ideally I request that you wear a short, sexy dress with tights and heels, but no panties or bra, and your hair in a high ponytail or bun. I suggest a different nipple piecing as a surprise for me?
I’ll be sure to be waiting downstairs while you get ready, packing a bowl and leaving your outfit a surprise for me. As I hear you start to strut down the steps, my heart starts to beat faster. My jaw will drop as I see you initially. You know your hot, and your confidence alone in that outfit drives me nuts.
Gathering our stuff to go, you intentionally drop your purse and bend over to pick it up and show off your features. Bending back up, you turn to see me struck dumb again, and proceed to walk out towards the car.
Since I decide to drive to dinner, although knowing who drives home could change, you get to enjoy the views and your handsome driver. Throughout the drive you glance at me, occasionally smiling or winking, and once or twice spreading your legs slightly, grabbing my thigh with one hand, and reaching towards your warmth with the other, immediately turning me on. You hold off on further teasing, lest it leads me to crash the car.
Throughout the evening, you continue to tease me at every moment you can. A wink here or there, the occasional tongue-in-cheek. Grabbing my upper thigh, slightly moving your hand further upward. All I can think about is how I want to push you up against a wall and kiss you deeply, sliding my hands up and down your dress, coming to rest around your neck with a light squeeze, a mental tease of my own for what is to come later.
We continue our evening, lazily enjoying our meal as we have a few beers, maybe a glass of scotch for me. My cock throbs with anticipation as my mind wanders, and I can see by you’re smirk that you are thinking along similar lines. You go to the restroom half way through, seemingly just to give me an extra glance at you coming and going, because I know you usually hold it longer.
As the evening progresses we realize that we have both had a bit to drink, and decide to call and Uber. As we get going, I place my hand on your thigh, moving it upward very slowly. You look at me with eyes that say “wait”, but I persist and you give in. Very Gently I tease you, knowing I can’t cause too much noise. I notice that you’re absolutely soaked, dripping through your tights, and it drives me even more nuts. You reach for my bulge and lightly grasp, knowing you’ll get all of it very soon.
We scurry up the steps and inside our apartment. Before you have time to take off your heels I press you up against the wall, your purse dropping to your side. One leg wraps around me as I kiss you, my hand caressing your neck and hair, giving a light tug on your ponytail that drives you nuts. My hand runs up your elevated thigh, lifting back the dress and reaching for your warmth. Another tease, a light flicker that causes you to shudder. You lean to my ear and whisper slowly “fuck. me.” my hand slowly grabs your throat, and I reply “only when I’m done with you” as you smile with pleasure and anticipation
I grab your hair, forcefully, but not painfully, and lead you up the stairs. I turn you towards the bed, standing behind you, and order you. “stand still, eyes forward. You are my slut tonight. You will do as I say.” You reply “yes sir”, with a tone of mocking innocence.
I walk over to the dresser, and as I open it I see you turn to watch. I immediately turn around and ask: “what did I just tell you?”, Followed by a hard slap on your ass. You return to standing still, eyes forward, with another mocking “yes sir”
I return to the dresser again, and from it I withdraw a number of items, and place them out of your sight. I return to standing behind you, and slowly place the blindfold over your eyes. Then I take a pair of handcuffs and I lock up your wrists in front of you.
I then place my hands on your hips and pull you close, my growing bulge pressing against your back. I start to kiss your neck, my hands sliding from your hips to your arms, and then slowly upward. One finds your breast and squeezes, the other sliding back down to the edge of your dress. You squirm a little, frustrated that I’ve made it harder for you to try to play with me instead.
My hand slips under your dress, pulling up a little, then I glide my hand up to the edge of your tights, and slip it inside. While again kissing your neck and fondling your breast, I very slowly itch toward your warmth, lighting caressing and teasing you until I finally reach you. I continue to play with you, starting gently then slowly becoming rougher, deeper, as my throbbing bulge presses against your backside. As you begin to shudder with enjoyment, my other hand grasps you’re breast to help hold you up.
“Fuck me already, sir” you say with a mocking town, eager to skip ahead.
My hand slides From your breast to your throat and grips tightly: “I’m not done with you”. suddenly, you’re knees grow weak as you shudder and rely on me holding your throat and your pussy to hold you up. You tremble for ages, my hand slightly pulsating as you pulsate, further teasing you.
When you regain the ability to stand, I release my hold on you, slide my hands free, and step back. I turn you around, and pull off your blindfold. . Looking up at me with big eyes that beg for more, and ask “what’s next sir”.
“You’re going to take every inch of my cock in every hole tonight, and I’m going to let you pick the first”.
You smile, but your eyes grow big knowing the consequences. Picking wisely, you start to fiddle with my pants with your bound hands, wrestling free my rock hard cock and you begin to squat, and guide it toward your lips. As youre about to touch the tip you say “like this, sir?” And then guide the tip inside, circling it with your tongue while still locking eyes with me . “very good my slut”. As your head begins to bob, the handcuffs jingling, I start to tilt my head back in enjoyment.
You bob vigorously, starting to drop saliva as you try to get every inch as you go faster and faster, the slopping sound growing ever louder. I place one hand on your head and guide you. Gripping your ponytail I push you deep and feel the final inch push in. I hold you there, just long enough to feel you start to twitch and desire freedom, before releasing your hair and allowing it. Gasping for breath, your hands on my cock, you look up at me with your tongue hanging out, split dripping, and ask “do you want more sir?” I nod, and you dive back in, bobbing harder and faster than before.
I start to feel the rise of my completion coming, and give you a final order: “does my slut want a facial?” you nod and blink, cock too deep to speak through. Correctly predicting the timing, you pull free and try guide my load all over your face. Some drips down to your tits and dress, a bit gets in your hair, but overall your dripping with my cum.
…to be continued
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j40d4w/my_birthday_dinner_fantasy_mf