Sometimes sex starts out silly. This is a case a lot of the time for me and my partner, since we are both huge goofballs. We were sitting opposite each other by our desk, him on his PC and me on my laptop. I was wondering out loud if I should get up and make coffee or maybe pour us some juice. Then I jokingly said “Or maybe you would like some pussy juice…” He looked at me, smirked and said “Yeah… pussy juice first, coffee later.” A silence took over and we were just looking each other in the eyes, trying to figure out if this was going to be laughed off or progress into something more. He had been making advances earlier that I had almost given in to. My eyes started gleaming a little, and I told him “Okay, let me go put something on for you first.” This time I went with a black high waisted skirt paired with a maroon button up shirt of a very thin, almost see through material. Underneath I put on my basic black thigh garters, panties, a pentagram harness – and I finished off with the cherry on top, a choker with a jingling bell at the front.
I returned to him, and we smiled at each other. He told me to go to the bed – me, feeling somewhat playful, just stood there as my smile kept widening. “Oh, do you want me to carry you to bed?” He scooped me up bridal style and started kissing me fiercely as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down on my back and our kisses became deeper, tongues exploring each other. His hands traveled over my body down to my waist, pulled up my shirt from being tucked in, and started unbuttoning it. I was again in a playful, bratty mood and started trying to crawl away from him. He looked me straight in the eyes and asked me what I was doing. “Do you want to be pinned down?” I smirked, looked away and answered “Maybe…” He took a hold of my wrists, pinned me down sternly and made me meet his gaze. His brown eyes – golden in the sunlight but dark in the shadows – have a way to make me go weak and submissive when he looks at me a certain way. He was taking advantage of it and I was starting to give in. One of his hands went back to my buttons, and I weakly struggled a little more which got me a slap across the face. He went back up again and pinned me down by my wrists, hard. Giving me that gaze… My face fell to one side and my submission was a fact. He pinned down one of my wrists with all his force, and the other one went back down to my shirt.
The button up shirt was finally open and he started squeezing my tits. Manhandling them, he was also alternating between sucking on and pinching my nipples. I had no choice but to lie back, moaning and writhing underneath him. I felt the pressure on my wrist almost become too much, but just as I was about to ask him to ease his grip he let go and leaned back to pull my skirt up. The thigh garters framed my pale skin and the panties covering my wet pussy. He let his fingers slowly trace the outline of my puffy lips held in place by the panties, then lowered his face and did the same with his nose. He pulled my panties to the side and looked at my glistening cunt, and started teasing it ever so slightly with his tongue. Light, feathery flicks that just made me more wet and needy.
I begged him to stop teasing me and really eat my pussy, and he slowly started gaining pressure and intensity. I was still holding my wrists by the side of my head where they had been pinned down – now desperate to submit and do whatever he wanted. My moans were becoming louder, and he held my hips in place as I struggled to stay still. “Can I cum, please?” I whimpered, he just kept his eyes locked onto mine and kept licking my clit, going faster and faster. My head started thrashing from side to side, half screaming, half moaning as I came hard on his tongue. My entire body was shaking and shuddering, core muscles tensing as I rode the wave of my orgasm. Suddenly he stopped and slapped my face again. “Did I say you could cum?!” He slapped the other side of my face too, and I breathed out a “No… I’m sorry…” He pushed my face to the side into the pillow, and went back to licking my pussy as he was pinching my nipples roughly. “Do you promise to be good?” “Yes… I do…”
From that point on I was 100% his good girl. After teasing me and edging me some more with his tongue he allowed me to cum again, which left me completely dazed and out of breath. To be honest, everything that happened past this point is a bit of a blur… I enter my submissive headspace, my brain goes away and the only thing on my mind is pleasing my partner and getting pleased. The main focus of the rest of the evening was him getting to fuck my mouth while I had a remote controlled vibrator against my clit held in place by my panties. He turned it on and my already sensitive clit was grateful that the vibrations were set to low. I eagerly asked if I was allowed another orgasm. He responded “You can have one,” clearly amused at my neediness. By that point I started holding back because I wanted to make the pleasure last – he did not like this however, and pushed the toy harder against me. “Cum for me.” My body erupted into convulsions again, and he pushed his cock into my open mouth muffling the loud moans filling the apartment.
We started out like that – me still on my back in the bed, head turned to the side to meet his cock – him standing over over me, fucking my face and pushing the vibrating toy against my clit. I am multiorgasmic by nature, and the pleasure just keeps rolling for me, like waves. But after a while I get too sensitive and the never ending orgasms turn from pleasurable to painful. When this happens we take a tiny break for a minute or two, and during one of those I got down on my knees instead. He started the vibrations from his phone again, and I was holding on to my feet as he slid he started fucking my face again. After a while I realized our full-body mirror was visible from my point of view, and I could see myself being sloppily used as the sounds of him hitting the back of my throat filled the room. He noticed me peeking and asked me, amused “Do you like watching yourself getting fucked like this?” I looked up mischievously at him and nodded, trying to make a “Mmhmm” sound around his cock. “Have a good look then,” he ordered me and I watched myself get ravaged some more by his cock, my body slick with drool. Every time I had to stop and gasp for my breath I did it as quickly as I could – spitting out all excess saliva onto his cock and my own body, and returning to jamming my head feverishly against him until he was deep inside me.
When his legs got tired we returned to the bed, this time with him on his back and me between his legs. I started off sucking his cock again, but he asked me if I could use my hands to edge him a little and then get him off. Normally when he asks me to edge him I get naturally a bit more dominant, and this time was no exception. But since he asked for it, I still consider it to be me pleasing him according to his wishes. I pulled my toy out of my underwear, and gave it to him. Pleased that I remember that he likes getting to taste what’s his, he put it in his mouth and savored the taste of me. And I do know what he likes, which I exploited by spitting on his cock and jerking it roughly as my mouth found its way to his nipples. Sucking and slightly nibbling one, twirling the other between my fingers, grinding my wet cunt against his leg. I alternated between jerking him off and sucking him off, sometimes going very fast and then stopping just when he started getting close.
I took the vibrator from his hand, turned it on and surprised him by tracing it slowly around his frenulum, finding out exactly which spot made his cock twitch. I’ve never done this to him before, at least not with this specificity and attention to his body. “How do you even know about that part of the cock…” he managed to say as he moaned and laughed slightly. “You are with a pervert, you should know that by now…” I kept teasing around that sensitive spot for a bit until he told me it was getting too sensitive, and I trailed off before I stopped and put the vibrator away. Standing up above him on the bed, I slid my panties off and put them in his mouth. I went back to his cock, again alternating between stroking and sucking. This time I was wanting to get him off, and I asked if he was ready to cum. He said yes, so I got down even further between his legs and jerked his cock as I aimed it towards my tits and face. Finally I got the prize I so desperately needed – the ultimate sign of his pleasure being sprayed over my tits. We fell back into the bed, both exhausted yet happy.
And I know what you must be thinking at this point… Did we get the coffee after?
Yes. Yes we did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tb6aev/pussy_juice_first_coffee_later_fm