My boyfriend and I love to make each other wait to cum. We do a lot of denial and teasing, sometimes for a week or so at a time. Although, I have a dirty little secret I’ve been keeping all to myself. We’re long distance, so we often make each other wait to cum until we’re together.
One thing we like to do is have each other edge in anticipation of when we see one another next. Sometimes, though, I’m just way too horny and don’t want to wait. I got in a habit of cuming, when I was supposed to only be edging, to release my pent up horniness. It’s just such a good feeling I don’t want to resist. I would then make myself cum around five times in a row after that as punishment for cuming without permission. It may not really be seen as a punishment, but it’s a lot of effort to do that many in a row. I would be out of breathe and drenched in sweat by the time I was done. My clit would be numb from the onslaught.
I kicked it up a notch when we would FaceTime and edge together. I would keep my cool and let myself cum. I got off on having him watch and not knowing what was happening right in front of his face. He usually couldn’t notice through the phone, and thus my dirty little secret grew. I would cum during our sessions and he had no clue. I felt so naughty cumming right in front of him. He was only edging himself and thought I was doing the same. If I gave him even the slightest hint that I was finishing, it would not mean well for me. I knew if he found out, my ass would be as good as bruised for the next month and maybe then some.
I almost wanted to hint to what I was doing, help him figure it out and have him punish me. I wanted to feel the hot sting of his palm on my soft ass. I wanted to hear him call me a bad girl and have me make it up to him by taking his cock however and whenever he wanted. I couldn’t let the game end that quickly, so I didn’t tell him and I decided to take it up a step further.
I’ve started to cum during sex together, when I’m not supposed to release yet, or even at all. This is very risky as he knows my body so well, he is usually able to pinpoint when I’m about to reach orgasm and he’ll halt all stimulation that would get me there. It frustrates me to no end, however, I do enjoy the denial and it makes my attempt that much sweeter. I know he gets off on it as well, using me and making me wait. He thinks he’s edging and denying me, but little does he know I’m being such a disobedient slut.
I don’t deserve these stolen orgasms, but the rush of taking them for myself is just too damn good. I love that I get away with them, or that I have thus far. It’s a rush with every new one I claim as my own. He understands my body so accurately, he almost always knows when I’m finishing. It’s so exciting sneaking them past him. I would say I’m generally his good girl, but I do love to be bratty.
He’s been having me edge this past week leading up to seeing each other and I actually made it through without giving into the temptation. Us now in person, I just couldn’t resist. We were making out and clothes started coming off. His hard cock was grinding on me from below when he decided to slide it in. I lusted for this long awaited moment. I was so wet he went in easy and his cock filled me to the brim, it took me a second to adjust. His fingertips dug into my waist dips and our lips tackled one another’s as our heavy breathing overlapped.
He was rocking back and forth underneath me and I absolutely craved that high feeling. I let him keep his steady pace and my hips joined his rhythm. I was begging him to finish in me but he kept saying no. I pleaded with him some more but was greeted with more refusal. I asked again and again for him to fill me but he said as his good little slut, I would wait.
A smug smile formed across his face as he wouldn’t give me what I wanted most. Little did he know, begging is what sent me over the edge of no return. I was cumming on and soaking his cock and he had no clue. I stayed calm and tried to steady myself while I rode out my high. I tucked my face into the nape of his neck but he pulled me back out to gaze into each other. I hoped he couldn’t see what was written in my eyes. Just my luck, he continued his momentum as if I was still desperate for the orgasm I just gave myself.
The mischievous gleam in my eyes wasn’t desperation anymore, it was triumph. I had done it again. We switched positions which consisted of me bent over his cock, sucking and licking until he was hot to the touch. I could tell he was ready to burst any second. His veins were bulging and his skin was tight and begging for release. My tongue swiped up and down as he shivered under my mouth’s assault. I could tell I was driving him wild with desire. Next thing I knew, he had me over the edge of the bed in doggy while his cock took what it wanted.
I was screaming in pleasure as he penetrated me so deep, I almost had to pull away to help accustom to his size. He wouldn’t let me escape him and trapped my arms behind my back. His thrusts fell into a pattern as he pounded me senseless. I knew my eyes were rolled back into their sockets and my voice muffled from my face’s location pressed into the bed. I love when he’s rough with me and I can never get enough, to the point where I don’t want to be able to walk when he’s done with me.
The slapping of our wet skin and his heavy grunts rung throughout the room. I knew he was enjoying every second of this. He liked that I was struggling and pulling against his hold. The sounds falling from my lips only egged him on further. I could feel his piercing gaze focusing on my thick, bouncing ass. A hard slap fell on each cheek, earning a shriek from me. Every part of me wanted more and more from him. I thought he may finish like that, my backside in the air and me bent to his will.
I was left empty as he pulled out and pushed me over onto the bed. This time, however, there wasn’t a continuation. He threw my panties at me and directed me to put them on. I argued back and forth with him while he replaced his boxers overtop his protruding member. He threatened me with pussy slaps if I didn’t listen and quickly. I begrudgingly put them on, mostly because I knew what I got away with. Also because I knew if he found out the truth, hits to my vagina were the least of what would be to come.
He mocked me, telling me what a desperate whore I was for his dick. He said he loves when I beg to get more. It is true, I almost always want more. I can’t ever seem to get enough of his full-body-shake-inducing, cock. I did have to suppress my giggles though as he talked about my determined state to not only cum on him, but have him fill me with his hot seed. One of those things definitely happened, but he didn’t know that. He wasn’t going to either, I’m having too much fun with my game to stop just yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u221aw/my_dirty_little_secret_grows_mf
Do you think you’ll ever tell him??