I greet you at the door wearing nothing but a silky robe tied loosely around my waist. Awkward, sassy words are beginning their slow bubble to my lips when you step forward, stopping them with your lips on mine. We both know you’re not here to talk through it. You came for the same reason you’ve come before and will come again.
I pull away and invite you inside, already loosening the sash of my robe so it falls open, exposing my full, soft, ever so slightly up-sloping breasts to your view. You pull me into you, one hand gripping my waist as the other ever so gently caresses the outer edge of my breast before roving up and gripping my neck. You look into my eyes and tell me, *you’ve been a very bad girl*. I attempt to nod, but your hand holds my chin steady, locking my gaze on yours. *Do you know what happens to bad girls?* I give a faint whimper, *uh-uh*, as I feel your hand slip down from my waist. You grip through the flesh and into the hard muscle of my ass cheek, digging your fingers in until a small pant of pain escapes me. Swiftly then you remove your hand and I brace myself, but you bring it down in a caress. My eyes close, and I feel your lips on mine, and my tongue leaps to meet yours, heedless of context. You know we’re very, very close to my limits already with your hand gripping my neck like this, but I know I’ve been a bad girl and I’m determined to make it up to you.
I begin to unbutton your pants, sliding them down along with your boxers. You push me down and I kneel before your dick, taking it in one hand as I caress your thigh with my other. I don’t often worship at the temple of cock. But right now I have a physical need replace the metaphorical foot in my mouth, and you also know I’m particularly fond of yours. I run my tongue along its base, up the shaft, and stop, breathing on your frenulum a few moments before quickly rolling my tongue around it and lapping at the underside of your head like a small animal suckling for milk. The taste of your sweat mixed with the first sweet droplets of your desire is so delicious I don’t want to pause, but I quickly look up to take in your eyes rolling back in your head and your torso swelling into a groan as I take the head of your dick into my mouth. I begin sucking you with long, smooth strokes along your base beginning to be aided now by my saliva, dripping down from my mouth and coating the inside of my hand as I work your shaft from both ends.
You’re far too long for me to deep throat, and after trying once again, and once again choking barely halfway down, eyes watering even as I try and fail a second and a third time, I move my other hand up from massaging your balls to stroke in rhythm, working every inch of your dick between my tongue, lips, and both my hands. I could continue sucking you like this a long while, your dick in my mouth the perfect meditative fidget and tension release for us both. But you pull back, dick twitching as you cum in long white ropes over my face and chest. I lean forward, licking the last drops of cum off your dick as you watch me, marveling at how thoughtful and obliging I take pains to be when it counts.
You pull me up, pull off my robe, and point me to the bedroom. There, you take the sash from my robe and bind my wrists with it, tightly enough so that I can’t slip free, but not so tightly I can’t slightly rotate my hands. Extending my fingertips I caress your brow, smoothing your hair back behind your ear. You bring my arms up over my head, and push open my thighs, looking closely at my freshly shaven pussy for the first time. *I cleaned up for you*, I say, stating the obvious as a way to dodge the still more obvious. *Good*, you tell me while slowly bringing your fingers down and running them over my now smooth lips, parting them just enough on your upstroke to feel how wet you’ve already made me. *You liked that, huh?* I nod, senses already flooding with the fullness of your touch. You slip one finger inside of me, slowly moving it in and out, softly tickling my g-spot. I’m beginning to whimper even before you bring your thumb to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it and bringing me to the point of orgasm in seconds. Then you stop. I whine in protest, instinctively bringing down my hands to finish myself, but you push me back, holding them together, pinioned into my stomach. Your shoulder digs into my ass and I can feel the slightest scratch of your facial stubble on my thigh as you breathe towards my exposed cunt without bending in to drink it.
*Please*, I ask. *Please what?* You smile, knowing it embarrasses me still to beg for it so directly. *Please eat my pussy*. You lick me once, twice, slowly and deliberately, before stopping, waiting. Please eat me out until I scream and squirt all over your face. My cheeks are burning, and my neck and breasts are still sticky with your cum, but my frustration is too strong for me to care. You grin at how quickly I’m learning, and begin to run your tongue along my slit, up and down, slowly, alternating parting me with your tongue and sucking on my clit, moving from one to another. As you feel me building into another orgasm you pause and move to kiss my inner thigh. You’ve clearly decided to try edging me into total submission to you, but you’ve forgotten how broadly cast my erogenous zones are. Three kisses up my thigh and I come in a small wave, moving my bound wrists over one nipple, adding to my sensation. I look at you defiantly, feeling I have won, but you chuckle, knowing that was only a small ripple before the tsunami.
You move back to kissing and suckling at my clit and I move my hands so I can stroke your head with my fingertips in small, quickly moving caresses. My plan is to anticipate your pull away, and just before you do, crunch my abdominal muscles, angle my wrists away from each other, and use my locked arms to lock your face into my hot cunt as I ride your face to completion. Clearly anticipating such trickery, you again pinion my wrists, pressing them into my thigh now as you roughly pin me down on my bed. I spread my legs wider for you and you eat me faster. You slip two fingers inside me and they find my g-spot, sending my body into partial spasm. You continue fucking me like this another half minute, letting the orgasm build, drawing it out. And, again, you pause.
Unable to properly touch you, but already well past verbal coherence, I manage a half fragmentary plea – *Babe, I… I need you*. You look up expectantly, not disguising your smile. *I need you to get me off*, I say before whimpering, and arching my back up, attempting to lift myself, present myself, to your face. You’re stubborn though. *Why?* You know I’ve already lost, but you want to hear me admit it. *Because only you know how to use me like the filthy little slut I am.*
*Only me? Well go on then, I want you to be explicit*. I look in your eyes. We both know this goes beyond the immediate context. *Anytime. Anyway. Anywhere you want.* I reach my bound wrists up, tracing your lips with my index finger. *I need these*, I tell you, looking up briefly into your eyes. You’re not frowning, but also not smiling. I decide to continue. I reach down to your hands, stroking one with the free edge of my right palm. *And these*, I say, stroking them in a slow long arc now so after my hands graze you’re your erect dick. *Most of all I need this*, I plead, enjoying the twitch of your cock against my lightly teasing hands. *Where?* I sigh deeply, knowing now I am willing to submit fully if it means you filling me fully. *In my mouth, in my cunt, …in my ass – fill me wherever you want, babe, I just fucking need you to fucking fuck me already.* Past all shame now, I press my hungry body harder into yours, *please*, hips gently rocking up, *please, fuck me*, picking up urgency as I rub my hungry clit into your hip, *I need you inside me*. You smile broadly and untie my hands. *Now that’s a good girl*, you say, suddenly overwhelming me. The pressure of your weight on mine, of feeling myself finally filled up by you is so overwhelming that within seconds I’m cumming, the walls of my vagina spasming around your dick as my hands grip onto your neck and shoulders and I lock onto your lips in a kiss to prevent myself from screaming.
You stay still in me, enjoying a small lightning storm of vaginal contractions massaging your cock. Then, you fold my knees up to my chest, and I quickly draw them closer and butterfly spread my hips still further as you begin pounding into me, long, punishing strokes that quickly push me into another orgasm, screaming your name as I beg for you never to stop. You fuck me through this before rolling me onto my side, twisting my leg so you can begin sliding into me from behind, watching as I pinch and twist my nipples before abruptly pulling out and telling me to get on all fours for you.
I turn, pushing myself up on my elbows to present my ass to you. You slide back in and I enjoy the slap of your balls tickling my clit as you pump deep in me for a few strokes. Then, without warning, I feel you tracing my asshole with your finger, circling it once before plunging in to the first joint. I utter a cry and you reach to grab my long ponytail, pulling my head back to you. *Anywhere I want*. I close my eyes, feeling something between a shudder of fear and pleasure arise at the thought of you conquering my ass with your giant dick.
*We’ll see about that*, I think, and I begin to fuck you back hard, flexing my hips to throw my cunt up and deeper onto your dick, grinding my thick ass into your groin and delighting in the distracted tugging of your hand, now tangled through my hair, still pulling me back onto you even as you pull away, out of me, cumming once again onto my butt and back. I look back at you, pleased by my handiwork. You rub your hand through your cum, enjoying sliding it over my round butt, before snickering to yourself. *Thought you could postpone, eh?* I look at you, surprised and also intent, desiring, while you move your cum-slickened thumb over my asshole. I bite my lip, stifling a cry as you slide it in up to your knuckle. The sudden pain makes me straighten up, and you wrap your arm around me, rubbing my clit with your free hand, and slowly sucking on my breast until I come one last time.
We lay together like this together for some time, spooning and sweaty on damp sheets. Then, without a word, you get up, dress, and move to leave. Naked excepting your cum, now content, I get up to kiss you long and hard at the door.
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