Kayla was one of those women who intimidated you by her presence.
She was tall (6 ft) but wasn’t extremely skinny – curvy enough to fill a body-hugging dress but with enough lean mixed-in that you could tell she worked out. She also had long, black hair and a perpetually judgemental faciak expression. I was intrigued by what she would be like in bed. Shortly after coaxing some mirror nudes from me (which I’d sent in an incredibly risky fashion – in the changing room of my local gym after a workout), Kayla informed me that she was coming to my place, and to send her my address, which I did.
When I got home from the gym Kayla was parked outside in her car, smoking a cigarette. I walked over and knocked gently on her front windscreen to get her attention.
“Hi”, I said, nervously.
“About time”, Kayla’s expression looked even more judgemental in person.
Kayla promptly exited her car and instructed me as follows:
“Show me inside. It’s good you showered at the gym because I don’t feel like waiting”
Compliantly, I led Kayla into my house, and closed the door behind me. Kayla turned back and dead-bolted it. Kayla then pushed me, gently at first, but then with some force, towards the sofa, until I was sat on it. She stood menacingly over me, her legs on either side of mine.
“Strip”.
Obediently, I peeled off my tight jeens, followed by my shirt. I was glad I’d just been to the gym, because as I stripped off my shirt I caught a glimpse of my toned upper arms, still glistening with moisturiser.
I looked up at Kayla – who was looking disapprovingly at my underwear, which already displayed a wet patch, soaked in precum.
“Let me guess – from that wet puddle forming, I presume you won’t take long?”
“I-I-I’m not sure”, I stuttered.
“Hurry up. Show me.”
Obediently, I pulled down my tight black jocks, feeling them stretch slightly over my ass cheeks, which were tight from my squat workout. As soon as they were at my knees, Kayla reached down and kissed me, hard. She shoved her tongue into my mouth forcefully, using one hand to hold my head, while she stroked my left arm with the other. As she stroked my arm, she gently brushed her fingers towards my chest, flicking and teasing my nipples – which are incredibly sensitive. I moaned, and felt a rope of precum sticking to my stomach.
“S-S-Slow down, please.”
Kayla ignored me. She stroked my nipples, alternating between gentle brushes which spanned my entire pecs and harder, concentrated squeezes. I moaned into her mouth as she tongue-fucked mine.
“You’re such a slut – I can feel you shiverring.” Kayla smirked as she said this.”
“I really need to slow down”, I managed.
“But I haven’t even touched your cock yet”.
As Kayla said this, she reached down, used her index finger to collect some precum which had pooled on my stomach, and wiped it up along the underside of my throbbing cock. I pulled back, feeling myself start to lose control already. Kayla grabbed my cock as I pulled back, almost bringing me to the edge.
Kayla giggled, let go of my cock, and broke our kiss. She reached for her handbag.
“How about this, Jack. If you can get this condom on without cumming, you ca fuck me at your own pace. However you like. Deal?”
Relieved, I nodded, and reached for the condom.
Kayla yanked the condom away.
“Nah-ah-ah. I put it on for you”.
With that, Kayla peeled off the long red dress she’d arrived in. The sight of her stripping made me realised that she hadn’t even taken her clothes off this whole time. She’d just stood there, working my most intimate body parts. The sight of Kayla’s perky breasts popping out of her dress almost drove me over the edge again, and I looked down.
“Look at me”, Kayla demanded.
I watched, as Kayla used her teeth to roughly tear open the condom wrapper. Getting down on her knees, Kayla played with her breasts, squeezing them together, teasing me. As she reached over towards my cock, she leaned over and spat on it. I moaned loudly, grabbing the couch hard.
With my cock covered in her spit, Kayla positioned the condom over my cock head, and with an incredibly tight grip, started rolling it down my cock. Halfway down, she rolled the condom back up, before yanking it down hard with am even tighter grip. This drove me over the edge, and I gasped.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” Kayla said in a mocking tone.
I groaned, grabbing the couch with both hands as I felt my orgasm building. I lost control, my hand dropping back against the sofa headrest and my mouth agape, breathing loudly with each exhale producing a loud moan. Kayla let go of my cock, now within the condom, and watched, distractedly toying with her nipples. I felt the cum gushing out of my cock, filling the condom as my hips bucked. I tightened my grip on the couch, and felt wetness on my chin – I’d drooled a little.
When the orgasm had subsided, I looked up dazedly at Kayla. She was laughing, but also looked turned on.
“Well, take off that condom, but don’t spill any of that cum”. We’ll need it for later”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u22x3x/a_quick_story_about_cumming_quickly_mf_femdom