The D.C. Girl Chronicles: Reunion (Chapter 2) [MF]

Chapter 2: Starting Off With a (Finger) Bang

I arrived at 7:39 p.m. I had to make two trips from my car to her apartment, as I needed to retrieve and place the parking pass she obtained for my weekend long stay. So our first encounter was a brief, yet intense kiss, before I had to run down for the rest of my things.

Once I grab my bags and head back in, I place them by the door. We kiss again, and have a seat on the couch.

“Can I get you something to drink? I have beer, wine, champagne, water, juice? Anything you’d like” she asks.

“Champagne would be lovely” I reply.

“Coming right up!” she replies as she practically bounces into her small kitchen.

The time is 7:44 p.m. She’s wearing a light gray sweatshirt and black leggings. She’s lost about 30 lbs since our last encounter. It jumps out to me how tiny she is. She’s 5’4”, but after the weight loss she looks smaller…more delicate. My cock starts to swell in my pants at the thought of breaking her tiny body into pieces this weekend.

As she’s pouring the glass, I follow her into the kitchen, positioning myself behind her, slowly pressing my body against hers, so she can feel how hard I already am. I start to slide one hand underneath her hoodie. With the other hand I turn her face towards mine and I kiss her again. She lets out little murmurs of pleasure as I’m now rubbing her tits. I’ve decided that it’s time to play.

I lean forward and sternly whisper into her ear “Keep those fucking hands flat on the counter. Don’t move them unless I say so”.

“Mmmm yes sir” she quickly replies.

Hearing her immediate compliance makes my cock begin to throb in my jeans. It’s been more than a year, but she still understands that I own her, and she once again willingly gives herself to my whims.

With my free hand, I put my index and ring finger in her mouth. She starts to suck on them. My other hand is grabbing her left tit, alternating from full palm grabs to making perfect circles around her nipples. She still has beautifully full tits, despite the weight loss.

I slowly remove my fingers from her mouth, and I guide them into her black panties, and start lightly rubbing on her clit.

When I finger women, I actually like to take my time. It’s usually more clit play than fingering. The same is true in this instance. I methodically start rubbing her clit. Again, just attempting to make soft, perfect circles around it. And occasionally pressing on it very hard. I know that D.C. Girl can feel the difference between my large man hands, and her delicately dainty hands when she’s playing with herself. I forgot how much I missed doing this to her. And I’m enjoying taking my time, knowing there’s no reason to rush a thing. After all, her body is mine to do what I choose for the weekend.

She starts responding to my advances. She’s grinding her ass against my hard cock in my jeans. I can feel how wet she is, as her juices are now dripping around my fingers. I press in harder from behind.

“Oh my god babe” she moans in my ear, and lifts on hand off the counter to grab my face and hair as she grinds into me.

I immediately remove my fingers from her dripping cunt and forcefully slam her hand back onto the kitchen counter.

“Didn’t I just tell you not to move these fucking hands?” I grunt into her ear.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry, I just…” she whimpers.

Reminding her again of the rules, I tell her “Don’t fucking move them again unless I tell you. You want to cum don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I do please” she says in the pouting tone she occasionally used to when we were together.

“Then keep those hands right here until I tell you to move them” I grunt out in one final command.

“Yes sir” she replies.

I know that she wanted to kiss me, but I don’t give her the satisfaction. Not yet. My fingers are back in her mouth, and then again back into her pussy.

Now that the power dynamic has been fully established, I start to push things a bit, verbally.

“Does your new man rub your pussy like this?”

“He does, but not as good as you do sir”

“Does he take his time building you up.”

“No sir. He usually only plays with it for a minute or sooo…omg, you’re going to make me cum sir!”

Her thighs tighten around my hand, locking it into place. I slowly slide one finger inside of her, and apply more pressure to her clit with the other.

“I know slut. Keep those fucking hands on the counter.”

“Yes da-ddy. Ple-ase do-n’t st-op.”

“Hmm I’m not going anywhere. Just let it out for me. NOW.”

I slightly pick up the pace on rubbing her clit. This predictably sends her over the edge. She starts grinding hard against me, turning her head back towards me again searching for a kiss again. I turn her head back towards the kitchen wall. Not yet.

“Ohh fuck. Sir please! I’m cumming sir!”

She squirts all over my hand. I can almost hear it running down her leg onto the floor.

I take the hand that’s been on her tit and move my fingers around her neck. I slowly start to choke her from behind.

Her entire body is shaking/convulsing at this point. I’m still playing with her clit, committing to the same pace, with no deviations or off ramps. I know she wants to grab my hand to stop me now that she’s came. But she can’t because she’s still following the rules.

I keep thinking of how she’s such a good slut. We haven’t been together physically in 15 months, and she’s willingly following every order, right out of the gate. It’s like we’ve lost no time at all.

I check the clock on her kitchen wall. It’s 8:07.

My cock is so hard at this point it feels like it’s going to just burst out of my jeans at any second, without any assistance from my end. But I fight through that feeling and focus back in on her pleasure.

I lean into her ear.

“Hmmm. Look at you, squirting all over my big hand already. You must have really needed this, no?” I tease into her ear.

She angles her face back to me, 3rd attempt at a kiss which will once again be denied.

“I needed you” she confesses.

I turn her face back towards the wall, and I tighten my grip around her neck.

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir”

“I don’t believe you. You need to show me”

“You won’t let me move my hands”

“That’s right”

“Sir, please. I haven’t done this in so long”.

I’m rubbing clit harder than I have at any point now. Her entire body starts to shake again. She’s grinding her ass into me hard now. Maybe because that’s all she can really do, being held prisoner in the place she typically makes her meals for the day.

I can feel the pre-cum building in my boxer briefs. Her face is turning bright red. She’s had multiple orgasms at this point. She has a thing where once she lets go a big one to start, it’s much easier for her to achieve subsequent orgasms…I’ve always used this to my benefit when playing with her. I’m also relieved this is still the case, and her body hasn’t changed how it responds to me.

She lets loose an almost unearthly growl and squirts on my hand a second time. Her juices are now completely dripping through her black leggings. I can now see a small puddle forming beneath us on her kitchen floor.

I slowly remove my hand from her throat, and I turn her around to face me. I forcefully grab the back of neck and give her a deep, wet kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck. She pulls away.

“I haven’t cum that hard since you left” she tells me.

I don’t want to acknowledge the complement, mainly because I want to stay in the alpha fuck machine stat I’ve achieved, but hearing her say this does bring a brief smile to my face. I gently pull the hair away from her face, wrap my hand around the back of her head/neck, and I kiss her again.

The kitchen stove clock confirms it’s 8:18 p.m.

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