My girlfriend wrote this. She’s letting me post it here because we’re both proud of it.
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Ben sat there on the couch, his muscular 6’2 frame imposing even sitting down, his pecs showing through his button down, his forearms exposed below his rolled up sleeves. Katie swallowed hard as she walked into the room, feeling exposed. She had never worn lingerie, but today she had gone the whole nine yards–matching black lacy bra and panties, garter belt and suspenders and hoes, and 3 inch heels. She had curled her hair, which hung loose in a gentle wave, dark brown and reaching the bottom of her shoulder blades. She had been worried that she had overdone the makeup, but she could tell from Ben’s reaction that she had just about nailed everything.
She walked slowly to the couch, biting her lip, her heart racing. She spun in front of him, showing off her body, 5’7 and athletic, the faint outline of abs, legs and butt firm and full. She felt his hands on her sides as she spun, warmth spreading from his touch to the place between her legs. Butterflies rose up in her tummy.
“Do you like it?”
She asked.
“Yes,” he breathed, his voice gruff, his hands trailing off of her body as she spun back around to facing him.
She dropped to her knees in front of him as she spun, landing between his legs in front of the couch. Taking the back of his neck in her hand, he pulled his face to hers, her lips just brushing his, their breath mixing for just the briefest moment.
“We have till monday,” she breathed, pulling his face down to her cleavage now.
“More than enough time,” he responded, lightly kissing the tops of her breasts, his hands on her sides again now, working their way around to the small of her back.
She arched her back, the butterflies ebbing again. One hand still at the back of his neck, she reached down with her other and began fumbling with his belt. Withdrawing his hands from her, he undid his belt himself, sitting up a bit and pulling his slacks down. Then he pulled her lips onto his again, gently parting hers with his own.
Accepting his tongue, she angled her head, feeling him enter her mouth, teasingly at first, just the tips of their tongues together, but deeper after a moment. The wetness and warmth and taste of him thrilled her.
Reaching back down to his waist, she started to massage his bulge through his boxers, already at half-mast now. He reached back and grabbed her butt, pulling her up onto his lap.
She giggled at the suddenness of his movements, caught off guard by his strength, but not resisting. The butterflies were only getting stronger, her heart beating into her throat now.
Straddling him, she wrapped her knees around the sides of his waist, sitting back just enough that there was room for his dick in front of her. She pulled it out through the slit in his boxers, pulling on him a bit faster now, feeling his lips move back to the tops of her breasts. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, her breathing starting to pick up.
She felt his hands move around to her bra strap, and felt it fall away, her chest exposed to him for the first time.
“Sam always fumbles with the clasp,” she whispered, her breathing still heavier.
“I don’t,” came Ben’s reply, his lips moving to her nipples now, his tongue tracing light circles around them.
Feeling his hands pulling her into him by her lower back, her hips started to feel alive. Pulling his dick against her tummy, she began to grind against him as she stroked him, feeling him fully hard now, precum leaking onto the skin by her belly button.
“I want your mouth,” he whispered into her ear.
Giggling, she climbed back off of him, pulling his boxers off as she sat on the floor between his legs. His hands went to her hair, his fingers running through it mindlessly as she wrapped her lips around his head, her tongue flat against the underside, licking up and then around as she lowered her mouth down as far as it would go.
With one hand she reached up under his shirt and felt his abs, while with the other she held the base of his shaft, bobbing her head now, her lips staying sealed, her tongue warm and soft, but firm, against the underside of his tick. He moaned.
“That is amazing,” he sighed, pulling her hair up and way from her mouth for her.
Relaxing her jaw, she lowered her mouth down further, letting his tip just begin to push into her throat. She had never had anything this big in her mouth before, and she gagged immediately, pulling back.
“It’s okay,” he said, turning her face up to his, “take your time.”
Catching her face and giggling, she looked up into his eyes, stroking his dick using the thick drool that had accumulated there now as lube. Taking his head in one hand she moved her face back down, kissing her way down his shaft now, just lips at first, but a hint of the tip of her tongue as she reached the base, before she lowered down further and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, then the other.
He sighed again, and laid his head back on the couch. Dropping her hair for a moment, he started to unbutton his shirt. She started to stroke him with both hands, twisting them gently in opposite directions as she went, her mouth still working on his balls.
Feeling him starting to thrust a bit, she moved her mouth back up now and lowered it down over him, her jaw more relaxed than before, holding the base of his shaft with one hand and his hip with the other, bracing herself. This time his whole head pushed into her throat. She gagged again, pulling back. She could feel that her mascara was starting to run.
Pulling back to catch her breath again, she started to kiss his abs, then up to his pecs, his undone shirt falling open. She felt his hands move around to her butt again, pulling at her, kneading her cheeks. Her drool coating his dick now, she stroked him faster, one hand on his shaft, twisting as she pulled up and down, her other hand on his balls, massaging him gently.
“Your mouth,” he breathed, gruffer than before, his voice deep and husky now.
Giggling, she started to move her mouth back to his dick, but he stopped her, puling her face to his instead. His lips sank into her, her mouth open for him now, their tongues swirling together, hungry for each other. She could feel their saliva mixing, spilling out past her lips now, the smell of their kissing in the air.
He pulled her up into his lap again, his hand sliding straight into the front her panties, two fingers sliding along either side of her clit, gently, before coming together beneath it, pulling back up, teasing the underside before circling around.
She gasped.
She pulled at his dick with both hands now, trying to concentrate as his fingers continued to circle her clit.
“you’re so wet,” he breathed between kisses.
Laying over to the side, he laid her on her back on the couch now, climbing between her legs, his hand still in her panties, his mouth never leaving hers. She started to breathe harder, letting go of his dick, her hands on the back of his neck, at his back, on his shoulders, pulling at him, the warmth between her legs growing.
“Ben,” she gasped.
“I know,” he whispered back, one hand moving up to her neck now.
She felt as he gently squeezed her, not so much that she couldn’t breathe. She started to breathe frantically, looking into his eyes, his muscular body over her, his hand around her neck, just the faintest of pressure, just-
She came.
It had never happened that fast before.
She barely felt as he slid her panties off, and then suddenly his tongue was on her, sliding up between her lips, up around her clit, circling it again, barely any pressure, his middle and ring finger sliding into her vagina. Her hips started to buck, her eyes closed, everything gone except the feeling of him against her clit and inside her.
There was no sense of time.
And then she came again, her whole tummy shaking this time, her legs gone to jelly.
He climbed out from between her legs and walked around the side of the couch to her head, his dick still rock hard. Without waiting for the demand, she pulled him to her mouth, lifting herself up just enough, her lips wrapped around him, more thirstily than before, sucking at him, pulling at his exposed shaft with her hand, her tongue tasting him, licking him, massaging him.
He gently took her head in one hand, and her shoulder in another, and shifted her over so her head was handing off the edge of the couch. She understood. She left her mouth open, her head hanging down.
Gently, he pushed his dick into her mouth, to the back, testing her throat. Staying relaxed, keeping herself calm, gently holding her breath as she felt him push into her throat, the head, then more. She felt his balls against her mouth now. He was all the way in. He pulled back out slowly, resting his tip on her forehead as she caught her breath.
Looking down into her eyes, he reached up and played with her breasts, kneading, gently twisting her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She pulled his tip back to her mouth, licking at him, her drool coating his cock, getting all over her face now as his shaft rested on her.
Holding onto her breasts for leverage, her hand guiding him, he pushed his cock back into her mouth, into her throat, humping her gently now, feeling her contractions, careful not to make her gag. She held her breath, keeping her jaw relaxed, staying just calm enough. She could feel her spit running out the corners of her mouth now, trailing down her cheeks. And then, just as she was finally about to gag, he pulled out.
“That’s my girl,” he said softly, pulling her off the couch gently now, to kneeling in front of him.
Catching her breath, she ran her tongue up his cock, her drool everywhere now. On him, on her face. Her eyes running, her face bright read, the top of her chest flushed. Wrapping her mouth around him, she lowered down, taking him into her throat easily this time, keeping it there a moment until she started to gag, thick, bubbly drool coating him now. She kissed his abs as she stroked his dick with both hands again, pulling it to her chest, squeezing her breasts together for him as he humped her.
He pulled her up by her hands now, and moved her back onto the couch, laying her on her back. Climbing between her legs, he kissed her, her lips parting for him, their tongues together again. His hands went back to her clit and her hips bucked around, her legs restless. With his free hand he brought her wrists together, pulling them up over her had, past the edge of the couch.
She started to breathe heavier.
He reached up further, taking a pair of fuzzy handcuffs off the table next to the couch. Sliding her up further so her wrists reached past the lamp beside the couch, he handcuffed her gently around it. Her heart was in her throat, her chest heaving. Her hips bucking around. Pulling at the handcuffs, almost overwhelmed, but hornier than she could ever remember being.
“Are you okay?” he asked, moving his hand back up to the handcuffs.
She nodded frantically.
“It’s just new,” she said, her face breaking into a smile, looking up into his eyes.
He kissed her. Softly, tenderly, this time.
“Stop this at any time,” he reminded her, kissing her once more.
She looked up at him, at his size, his strength, his confidence. Laying there under him, trembling, her heart racing, butterflies in her tummy. If she could have been honest with herself, she was in love.
Climbing back down between her legs, he moved his tip to her opening. She looked down, watching his dick, waiting for the moment when–
She gasped. He was so thick. Too thick.
“Slow,” she breathed.
Ben pushed in a second time, gently, firmly, feeling her opening relax a bit this time, his tip pushing in now. She felt him enter her. It hurt so much, but in a deeply sweet way. An achy, longing feeling. Trying to stay relaxed, she pulled against her handcuffs again. He was in control. Pulling back a bit first, he thrust into her a bit further now. She’d never felt anything this deep. Her breath caught in her throat.
As her vagina started to loosen, he started to thrust more. Ever so slowly beginning to fuck her. Her hips bucked around, her breathing choppy, his hand moving up to her neck again, squeezing just barely tighter than before.
She could feel the strength of his hips, her own being forced into the cushion over and over now, his pace picking up. Her legs wrapped around him, almost with their own mind, her toe locking into the corner of her other angle, her hand on his around her neck, pulling him down gently, but not enough to remove the squeeze. She looked up into his eyes, their bodies moving together, him reaching deeper and deeper with every stroke.
She could feel him starting to swell.
“inside me,” she breathed, looking up into his eyes, reading the question in them.
“Are you sure?”
He breathed back, holding her hips now, thrusting harder.
“I’ll take plan b,” she managed to gasp back between breaths.
She felt him finish. Felt him shooting inside her. Felt his cum filling her, the warmth, the wetness. the fulness of his dick resting in her now. He collapsed on top of her, kissing her gently, their lips closed, but the kiss warm and familiar.
He reached up and undid her handcuffs, moving her hands down, holding her left in his.
“May I?”
She nodded.
His dick still inside her, he gently slid her engagement ring off her finger.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v8016w/a_sloppy_blowjob_and_some_handcuffs_for_a
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