[MF] The time Sally used me for her fantasy after I lost a bet (long)

There’s always those moments in the first weeks or months of a relationship when you’re comfortable enough to let each other deep into your sexual psyche and begin to really explore your kinks and fantasies together. Sometimes it happens gradually. Sometimes it’s like a sudden awakening. This was an occasion in the first weeks of my relationship with Sally, when we entered a whole new plateau of sex that unlocked a Pandora’s box of kinks.

We were a college couple. Sally, was a beautiful girl of 24, with long brown hair that she rarely tied up, slim, and tall, with huge tits for her frame. I was tall, with slim brown hair, no Adonis, but probably not bad either. It was in the first few weeks of the relationship, when we’d reached a happy balance of spending several evenings at each other’s place, drinking wine, playing games or watching films, and fucking like animals.

One night we were spending the evening together at her college room. We’d just discovered a shared passion for a card game – I knew it as spit, she as slam – which depended on speed. We were both competitive, but this time, after I’d won two games in a row, Sally looked dejected, pouted briefly, then looked at me with a glint in her eye and asked if I wanted to “make it interesting.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, expecting something like a strip or drinking game, but was surprised with the answer.

“If I win the next game, you go down on me, or vice versa.” She immediately began dealing, knowing that, full of my earlier success, I would easily reckon my chances. I won the next round easily, but then Sally began to play like a banshee. She wanted this. Her hands were a blur. I responded in kind, and just at the final card I inched before her to declare victory. With a squeal of rage she jumped up from her chair and slammed her hands on the table in frustration. I pushed my chair back and sat back with a smug grin, and Sally finally came round to my side of the table, and knelt before me. She put her hand on my belt and felt my hardening cock and looked up at me, her eyes like pools, biting her lip. Then she paused, and slowly and seductively said:

“Tell you what, I’ll offer you double or nothing.”

That didn’t sound great to me. “What? Two blow jobs? Nah, needs to be more than that.”

“Ok… how about the if you win the next game I’ll be your slave for an hour.”

She could feel I was intrigued by this idea from the way my cock jumped under her hand.

“You mean you’ll do anything I want?” I asked. “Anything at all?”

“I will obey your every command….” Sally looked up at me and then lowered her eyes submissively. “You could use me in any way you wanted…no matter how filthy… I’d perform your most debased fantasy. I’d be your slave and you’d be my master.” My cock jumped again as the possibilities this offered flooded my mind, and she poked my stomach in contrived indignation. “Anyway, what makes you think you’ll win?”

I laughed. “Statistics?” I said, but she was already back on her seat, pouring the wine and dealing the cards. I won the first round, but after that it was a sound beating. I didn’t have the run of the cards, I didn’t have the flow I had earlier. It just wasn’t working for me and before long, Sally slammed down the final card.

With a triumphant gleam in her eye she stood up. “So,” she declared smugly. “You’re mine for an hour.” She repeated her words from before gleefully, teasing me: “I can use you in any way I want… you have to obey my every command…” She met my eyes: …no matter how filthy.’ She paused for a minute thinking and then purposively went over to the dresser. With her back turned she issued her first command in an authoritative tone. I knew immediately by how easily she took control that she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

“Strip. Completely.”

I began unbuckling my belt and as she ruffled through the dresser my clothes fell to the floor and I stood naked in front of her by my chair. Still looking in the drawer, she looked over her shoulders and ordered: “lie down on the bed.” I obeyed and watched her ruffling through the drawers. She turned around, holding something in her hand and turned off the light.

Lying on the bed in the twilight from the streetlight outside her window, I watched her shadow approach from the other side of the room. I felt a hand touch my chest and follow down onto the wrist. She grabbed it, pulled it back to the frame of the bed, and I felt her tie something soft to it – a scarf, as I later found out – which she used to tie my arm to the bed. Repeating this, she tied all four limbs leaving me spread-eagled on my back. I felt completely vulnerable and my cock began to grow. I’d been tied up before, but not by Sally, and I felt nervous at giving her complete control, but simultaneously turned on at the thought of what she’d do with it. She grabbed hold of my cock, giggled to feel it grow in her hand, and then knelt on the bed on her hands and knees between my legs.

I felt her mouth as she kissed up my inner thighs before running her tongue up my cock. She moved between taking my balls in her mouth and massaging each one with her tongue to licking every inch of my cock. She licked its full length, swirling her tongue around the top, and then, in one swift movement, engulfed it in her mouth. I moaned, pulling on my restraints to try and grab her head, but couldn’t move, and my cock became hard in her mouth. She plunged down on it, forcing it to the back of her throat, sucking deeply. I was in heaven. I wasn’t sure who was in control of who, but she was pressing all my buttons – giving me exquisite pleasure while I lay there restrained from doing anything to reciprocate. All I could do was lie back and enjoy having my cock sucked. This was pretty far from being ordered around.

After a few minutes working my cock with her mouth she stopped, and let my me fall from her lips. I felt her move off the bed and heard the rustle as she took her clothes off and stripped completely down. The bed moved again as she shifted back onto it, this time straddling me. I felt her sit on me and enjoyed her bare cunt pressed against one leg as she took my cock in her hand, jerking it off a few times. Then she pulled herself forward, positioned my cock at her entrance, raised herself on her haunches above it, and pushed slowly down. As she slid me in past her lips into her warm velvety interior, we both moaned. She kept the pressure gradual but firm until I was completely engulfed and she stopped, relishing the fullness for a few moments, while squeezing her tits with her hands. Then she began rocking backwards and forwards before gradually moving up and down, inch by inch, until she was sliding up and down the full length of my cock.

Sally knew I loved having her on top, and she leant forward, to put her mouth next to my ear. Her tongue darted out and massaged my earlobe. Then she surprised me by doing something she’d never done to me before. In a hoarse whisper in my ear, Sally began to talk dirty.

“I love the feeling of your cock inside me. It fills me up, it feels so good, it’s so hard. I want you to cum for me, deep inside me. Fill me up with your cum. You fuck me so good, you’re so hard. You’re feel so big inside me.”

This was amazing. I’d never seen this side of her. Sure it was all cliched lines, but it was a complete turn-on to have her to play the part of a begging slut, and my cock began to harden still more. She felt this and moved up her pace. Changing to a more seductive tone, Sally began to beg:

“You’re so hard deep inside me. I need you to come inside me. Please cum hard for me, fill me up with your hot cum, you fill me up so gooood…” She purred into my ear, while increasing the rhythm of her movements on top of me.

I was in heaven, and I felt my balls begin to tighten.

“I want you to cum deep inside me. I want you give it all to me.”

I felt my cock begin to harden and my orgasm began to stir deep in my balls.

“Please cum for me… please… I need it inside me,” Sally wheedled. “Your cock is so big inside me, I want to feel it pump your hot cum deep into me.”

This was the trigger that sent me over the edge. I could no longer hold it back. Like a rocket my cock exploded and gushed cum into her. She felt me begin to throb, and leant back hard on my cock, forcing it into the depths of her cunt, flexing her muscles to squeeze every last drop out of my throbbing member. I strained at the restraints, and bucked my groin as the orgasmic bliss poured through me.

When my breathing returned to normal, I felt a bit confused and a little worried. Why did Sally want me to cum so quickly? She could do anything with me but all she’d done is take care of my needs and play the role of the submissive wanton slut. We usually took it far slower and I was sure she came first. So far, I was getting the better deal. Then I became aware of movement on me and felt her hand dip between her legs realising she was tasting my cum from inside her. As my deflated cock fell out, she began to move up my chest, and I felt the dawning realisation that I was being played and the main course was next. Seconds later, I felt her present her newly-fucked cunt firmly on my lips as she straddled my face above me.

“Now make me cum,” came the firm command from above. There was no longer any begging or wheedling. This was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and was going to take it from me. I responded , opening my mouth and began to massage her cunt lips with my tongue, teasing between them, and exploring as deep as I could go. I moved up to explore her around her pearl, moving my tongue in a circle around it. She gasped, and flexed her body above me, and I began to lick the top of her cunt, tasking her sweet musky taste on my tongue, now mixed with the metallic taste of my cum.

It was strange to taste myself, and I didn’t care for the taste, but it seemed as though I had no option to argue. In fact, as I carried on, I began to even enjoy crossing that boundary and strangely enjoyed the slick feeling of cum in my mouth, drawn in by my tongue; it reinforced her dominance in a strange way. The fact that she was commanding me to pleasure her newly fucked cunt as my cum dripped out of it on my mouth made me feel even more submissive, more so that she had obviously planned this. I’d never let myself be controlled so completely before. I felt a new pleasure I’d not felt before, one that came from a feeling of serving, or submitting to authority, and pleasuring my mistress without a concern for my own feelings.

Sally was commanding me again. Usually when I went down on her she had been a bit coy and reserved, and I only knew if I was doing well by her body language. This time I was in no doubt as she issue short, sharp commands down to me.

“Harder.”

“Suck it.”

“Deeper.”

“No, harder”, and I felt her hand fly down to issue a stinging slap on the side of my stomach. It wasn’t a strong slap, but I winced, and for some reason my cock jerked in response to the brief moment of pain and surprise. This was a new side to Sally; it wasn’t that she was submissive as such, but she’d usually used euphemisms to talk about sex, she’d never just straight demanded how I fuck her or suck her off.Sally controlled what I was doing by moving her cunt around above me for me to get her deepest parts, all the while using me as some kind of fucktoy. I couldn’t understand why I was enjoying this so much. I felt vulnerable, dirty and used, but most of all I felt strangely liberated, free of the usual worries of whether I was doing anything right – all I needed to do was to do exactly what Sally said and pay no attention to anything else. If I was doing it wrong, I’d be punished. This was all new and strangely exciting.

Suddenly Sally shifted again, wheeling one leg from behind my head and turning around so that she was now facing my feet. This meant her cunt was now fully over my face and felt globules of my cum drip out of her onto my face. I ignored this and kept doing exactly what she said and she moved her clit onto my tongue and I felt her cry out in pleasure as I began to swirl my tongue around her pearl. She then shifted forward so my tongue was running the full length of her wet cunt, and further still so it flowed on her taint and finally tilted back so my tongue lapped her arsehole. This was new. I hadn’t played with her arse much although I’d pressed a finger into it a few times which she’d clearly enjoyed, but we’d not gone further yet. I felt a tinge of disgust at what she was making me do, but as she obviously wanted to I probed it with my tongue willingly and heard her moan above me. My disgust vanished, and I no longer cared about what I thought what I was doing, if it was what she wanted, I had to do it.

She didn’t leave me licking her there for long. As my tongue swirled around her tight button she cried out and shifted her weight back to place her clit on my lips, dragging my tongue through her cunt on the way. I knew she was getting close. With my face wet with her juices mixed with my cum, I struck up a rhythm. I was determined to make her orgasm, and heard her pant and cry above me. Her muscles tensed and her hands stretched out and took hold of my thighs, nails digging into the skin. It hurt, but I didn’t care, I was focused on keeping my rhythm to satisfy her. I pressed harder with my tongue and kept the same consistent rhythm and I felt her legs clench together around my head. Suddenly she cried out at the edge of her orgasm and there was a moment of still before the deluge of pleasure took over her.

She collapsed, head on my stomach, her cunt flooding on my face, and her nails digging sharply into my legs. I’d made her cum before, but this was something else. She screamed loudly and buckled on top of me as the passion spread through her. It seemed to last for hours as wave after wave of pleasure powerfully flowed through her, her wetness now gushing freely onto my face. As her orgasm gradually subsided, she collapsed on me, hot, sweaty, her cunt still tickling her wetness and my cum on my face, which was now pouring down both my cheeks and onto the pillow behind my head. She stayed like that for a few minutes, unable to move and then slowly picked herself up and stood up shakily. I felt her loosen the ties on my restraints, and move over to the other side of the room.

I pulled my limbs from the restraints and was sitting up on the bed when I heard the click of the light switch, and was temporarily blinded by the sudden flood of light in the room, and put my hands over my eyes and wiped the mess of cum and juices off my face. When I could see again, I looked up to see her sitting, still naked, and glimpsed her cunt glistening underneath the table as she sat open legged on her chair. There were two freshly poured glasses of wine in front of her and she was shuffling the cards. Sally looked up at me as I stood up, and with her flushed cheeks and bedraggled hair, flashed me a grin of pure delight. She gestured to my empty seat:

“Another round?”

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