The kids are in bed and we’re watching anime. Your hands roam over my body as I lean against you. You slip your hands into my pajama bottoms and find me dripping. You push me up to my knees and order me to place my hands behind my head. Still watching the show, you begin to pinch and play with my nipples through the lace of my bra. I moan, arching against your hands, and you tell me to be quiet. My hips rock trying to create friction.
You push me down on the cushions on the floor on my back and penetrate my mouth, my hands still pinned behind my head. You stroke your shaft, giving me a taste before driving yourself into my throat. I gag as you rub my throat, sucking and licking as my nose is pressed into your sac.
You pull away and stand me up. Opening the curtains, you make me kneel in the window, only in my bra and panties while you make sure the house is locked up. You tell me not to move until you get back. I watch out the window, most of the neighbors lights are dark, but there’s one house, front door clearly visible from our window, where something is happening. It appears someone is leaving as I see shadows cross in front of the door.
You return, I’m torn between disappointment and arousal as you ask if anyone saw me. I say no, but draw your attention to the door. We watch; you behind me whispering in my ear, telling me I will call you Master, telling me to hold my orgasm, asking if I want those people to see me in the window like a whore. I’m dripping, my legs trembling from my level of arousal and the sound of your voice. Finally, the door opens and we watch the massage therapist leave, your suggestions of when she might look up driving me wild.
I can’t take it anymore, and I whimper my apology as I orgasm, nearly completely untouched. You’re amused that I have so little control. You slide the dildo inside of me, driving deep into my wet recesses, making me cum again, before placing it against my anus. You press gently upwards and I feel it parting me, the rounded head passes the tight circle of muscles before sliding deeper, making me drive my hips back against it as you slide smoothly into my pussy. You fuck me hard, but control your own orgasm, intent on tormenting me.
When I’m done, you pull me up for a kiss and tell me I’m free. I can’t help but cheekily whisper “thank you Master.” And you growl, before bending me over and administering a couple sound smacks to each of my ass cheeks and then my clit. My hips buck wildly as I orgasm again, cursing. “Well if you’re going to be that way get over here.”. You stand me in front of the mirror make me out out hands behind my head again. “Arch you back. Stick out your tits.” You undo the bra and lift it up, leaving it tangling my wrists as you reach for my apron laying on top the laundry.
You use the ribbons from the neck to bind my wrists, before wrapping the waist ties under my breasts forcing them up and binding them to my arms as well. You press me against the mirror making me gasp as my nipples encounter the cold glass. You slide inside me again, thrusting deep up into my centre. You tell me to lick the mirror and not to stop until I cum. You thrust harder, faster, burying yourself to the hilt in me as I lick the mirror and moan. I’m so wet it doesn’t take long before I’m gasping and telling you I’m about to cum. Your rhythm doesn’t stop as you continue to fuck me. When I’m spent, you slowly untie my wrists, releasing my breasts.
We find the bed, you pulling me on top of you and slipping once more into my wetness. I grind my hips, and lean forward to kiss you as your hands find my hips and you begin to match my pace. You finally let go and fill me, as I drench your abdomen in my juice with the force of my final orgasm.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/m3lehs/a_slutty_evening_mf
Fucking hot
Good fucking girl…