I walk in the front door, drop my bag and coat at my feet, and head straight for the bedroom. We’ve been texting each other increasingly filthy messages over the past two hours… vivid descriptions of me pinning you down on the bed, straddling your face and pushing my cock down your throat… Pulling a handful of your hair while I fuck you from behind, fingering your ass, making you scream dirty words and beg for my cum. I eventually couldn’t take it anymore, ended up leaving early, driving home as fast as I could, planning to make good on every promise I’d made over the last couple hours.
I throw off my shoes outside the bedroom, push the door open and look to your spot on the bed, expecting you to be waiting for me exactly how I described…legs spread, nipples hard through that black lace bra, one finger running lightly over your clit through that skimpy new thong.
Instead I see you standing next to the bed, rearranging the pillows up against the headboard, wearing the black thong I asked for, and a strappy black bra unlike anything I’ve seen you wear before. “You went shopping?” I ask as I cross the room quickly, grabbing your waist with one hand and the back of your head with the other, pulling you into a kiss, your tongue pushing deep into my mouth.
Your hand slides slowly up my chest, wrapping gently around the front of my neck, kissing me deeper before pulling back. “Do you want to fuck me, baby?” you ask, hand still on my throat.
“It’s all I want,” I sigh, leaning in to kiss you again. I feel your fingers tighten on my neck, stopping me just before our lips touch, choking me slightly. You hold me there for a moment, eyes locked on mine. You dart your tongue out, the tip quickly grazing my top lip.
“Good, baby,” you say, fingers tightening slightly around my throat. “That’s good. That means you’re going to do everything I tell you to.”
“Yes, anything,” I say, almost frustrated as I lean in for another kiss. I’m stopped again by the hand tightening on my throat. I can feel your fingernails start to dig into my neck.
“Oh, sweetie,” you say, smiling sweetly. “I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” I catch myself shaking my head no, finally feeling your grip loosen around my neck. “I want your clothes off,” you say, taking a step back, looking me up and down. “Now.”
I undo my belt and let my pants fall down around my ankles as I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it across the room. You smile at me. “Everything, baby. I want everything off.” I smile back, watching your eyes drop to my crotch. I drop my boxers, hearing you give a quick inhale as my cock comes into view, fully erect already. You nod approvingly as I stand there, completely naked, more vulnerable than I’ve felt in a long time. You reach down and throw back the sheet on the bed. “Lay down, baby,” you whisper, briefly resting your hand on the pillow. I don’t hesitate, I want to give you every little thing you want in this moment. I lay my head down, looking up at you as you drape the thin sheet back over my body, running your fingernails lightly down my chest as you stand back up. You stand over me, eyes trailing down my body, quickly running the fingernail of your index finger up the length of my cock, smiling, watching it jump under the sheet. You lock eyes with me, run your fingers through my hair as you lean over to kiss my forehead and whisper, “you’re going to do every single fucking thing I tell you to, exactly when I tell you. Do you understand me, baby?”
I smile and nod, absolutely loving seeing this side of you for the first time, but then I immediately feel your hand firmly on my throat again. “I want to hear you fucking say it.”
You loosen your grip just long enough for me to say, “I’m going to do every single fucking thing you tell me to, exactly when you tell me to.” You kiss me softly on the forehead again, giving my throat a last firm squeeze before standing up. You’re running your finger up and down my arm, clearly lost in thought, making a plan, letting your imagination wander. Eventually you stop at my wrist, you wrap your fingers around it, lifting my arm above my head, resting it on the pillow near the headboard.
“This is what I want, baby” I hear you mutter to yourself, feeling something rough run across my wrist. “This is exactly how I want you.” I suddenly feel it tighten around my wrist. Rope? This is new. I glance up and see another piece tied to the headboard, waiting for my other wrist. I don’t bother waiting for you to ask. I raise my other hand above my head and wait to feel that coarse rope tighten around my other wrist. You smile, staring down at me obediently waiting. “Now you’re getting it, sweetie. Don’t fight it.”
After checking to make sure both wrists are securely tied, you kneel down on the floor next to the bed, resting your head on your arm, sweetly looking at me with my hands tied up. “I like you like this,” you whisper, grabbing the top of the sheet between your thumb and forefinger, slowly dragging it off of my body. My cock jumps again as you pull the fabric off. We both look down to see the head swell, pushing a drop of precum onto the tip. “Mmm,” I hear you moan as you watch, reaching your hand down, hovering just above my cock as it jumps again, desperately needing your touch.
“You know, I bought a blindfold for you too,” you whisper in my ear, still resting your head in your hand, not taking your eyes off my cock. I watch you firmly and slowly wrap your fingers around the base of my cock, very deliberately stroking up the length of it, pushing out another drop of precum. “But…” You say, running your thumb across the head of my cock, covering your thumb in precum, then bringing it up to your lips and locking eyes with me before slowly sucking it off, twirling your tongue as you pull it out. “But I want you to watch me,” you whisper, running your wet thumb across my bottom lip. “I want you to see everything I do to you.”
You stand up and unceremoniously pull off your bra, letting it fall down your arms and onto the floor as you pull your thong down, looking down at me, both of us completely naked, but only one of us completely vulnerable. “What was it you said earlier?” you ask, shifting your tone to something more casual, almost conversational.
“I don’t know,” I reply, sort of thrown off by the sudden change, mostly unsure what you’re talking about.
“Earlier, you said something,” you say, throwing one leg over me, straddling my chest, looking down at me. “What was it? I don’t want to butcher it, it was so perfect,” you say as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. I look up at you, naked and straddling my chest, scrolling through your phone, skimming through out text conversation we had earlier. “Oh, here it is,” you look down at me again, running your fingers through my hair before you start to read.
“You said, ‘I want to fuck that perfect little mouth of yours until you’re gasping for breath. I want to grab a handful of hair and pin you down to the bed while I use your mouth any way I want,” you read outloud in a matter-of-fact tone. You’re still running your hand through my hair, staring down at me, your face perfectly framed between your breasts. “I have to admit,” you say as I watch your smile turn to a devilish grin, “that does sound like fun, baby.” I feel your hand tighten around a handful of hair, pulling my head back into the pillow, forcing my mouth open. Before I know it you’re on top of my face, roughly rubbing your wet pussy across my lips and tongue. You’re freshly shaved, your pussy completely bare, a pretty rare occurrence these days. I feel that silky soft flesh across my tongue, I can taste your perfect pussy all the way in the back of my throat, it’s a mix of sensations I haven’t experienced since we were in our 20s. I’m in absolute heaven feeling you grind up and down my mouth, I close my eyes and let myself get completely lost in the taste.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me,” I hear you say firmly, never slowing the grinding of your hips, still gripping a handful of hair, forcing my head down into the bed. “Fucking look at me when I’m fucking that pretty little face. Don’t take your fucking eyes off me, I want you to watch every minute of this, baby.”
You lift up a few inches, pulling your pussy off my mouth as I desperately try to chase you with my tongue, unable to lift my head since you still have it pinned to the pillow. You toss your phone onto the bed and slowly slide your fingers down your belly, over your bare mound, rubbing deep and hard as you reach your clit peeking out inches from my face. Your eyes are still locked on mine as you rub, faster and faster, harder and harder, in small circles around your clit. I know how wet this motion makes you, and you know it too. I feel your grip tighten on my hair as your hand slows, very deliberately rubbing yourself. I finally realize what is about to happen, what I’ve wanted for so long, and I manage to open my mouth just as the first drops fall onto my tongue and roll to the back of my throat. “Yesss,” you hiss, watching me hungrily swallow over and over again. “That’s exactly what I want from you, baby. Swallow every last fucking drop.” I feel your legs tighten around the sides of my head and I watch your eyes close as a series of small orgasms roll through your body, forcing a stream of cum to trickle off your fingers onto my face as I try to catch it in my waiting mouth.
I feel your legs release from the sides of my head and the grip on my hair loosen as you relax your body, lowering onto my mouth again. My tongue darts out again, wanting to push deep inside you to feel how tight you are after cumming, but I feel you shiver and pull off of me, laughing a little. “It’s too sensitive, sweetie.”
Feeling the mood lighten a little, I whisper, “I need you, baby. I need you so bad.”
“Oh, baby,” you say, standing by the side of the bed again, watching my cock jump uncontrollably, a string of precum leaking from the tip all the way down to the small pool collecting on my belly. “I know you do.” I watch you reach for my cock, feeling it throb with so much anticipation, it’s almost painful. But your hand passes by without the slightest touch, over to your phone sitting on the bed. You unlock it and start scrolling again, skimming, searching. “Mmm hmm,” you moan to yourself as you find what you’re looking for.
You clear your throat dramatically before you start reading. “I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you cry for it. I want you to let go completely, call yourself a slut, call yourself my little whore, say you’ll do or say anything I want. Then and only then will I give you what you want.” You kneel down, putting your mouth by my ear. “Do you remember writing that, baby? Is that really what you want?”
“Yes,” I reply defiantly, almost daring you to do whatever it is you’ve got planned.
I feel your hand gently cup my balls, fingertips lightly tickling me. “Let me hear it then,” you whisper.
“That’s exactly what I want, baby,” I whisper.
You let out a small laugh, and push your fingers deep between my legs, massaging below the base of my cock, making the head feel like it’s going to explode. “No, baby. That’s not what I want to hear.”
I’ve lost all control at this point, eyes closed, bucking my body down into your hand, grinding my hips in circles, having absolutely given in. I open my eyes and look you in the eyes, still humping up and down on your fingers. “I’m your little slut now, baby. I’m just your whore, your fucktoy. You can have my cock, my ass, my mouth, any time for any reason. I will say anything you want, will do anything you want, will be anything you want, I am all yours to use.” My eyes roll back in my head as your other hand wraps around my shaft, both hands expertly milking my cock.
“Yes, baby. That’s what I want to hear, that’s exactly what I want to hear, you little fuckslut.” Hearing those words escape your lips for the first time is too much, I feel my balls tighten and my cock throb, as burst after burst of cum sprays into the air, falling on my chest, then my stomach, eventually coating your hand still wrapped firmly around my cock, expertly stroking out every last drop. I finally opened my eyes to see you scrolling through your phone again, one cum-covered hand still slowly stroking, rubbing my cum into my cock and down my balls.
“I want you to swallow every drop of my cum. I want you to lick me clean. Every drop. And I want you looking up at me the entire time. I want to see your eyes as my cum hits the back of your throat,” you read quietly from your phone. You toss it back on the bed, looking at me smiling, taking your hand off my cock and sliding it up my body, scooping up large drops from my belly and chest along the way. “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me,” you whisper, pushing a finger slowly into my mouth. First one, then another, then another, each deeper and more forcefully than the last, until your four fingers reaches the back of my throat, and your thumb rubs cum across my chin. “Every last drop,” you say, smiling, as I hungrily lick every inch of your hand. “Every last drop.”
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