My anticipation had been building for weeks by the time I saw you again. Every day filled me with more desire, more need, until, by that time, I was dripping with desperation. Now, the day I have been so anticipating has arrived.
You pick me up from the airport, getting out of the car to help me with my luggage. I leap into your arms, planting a passionate kiss, before we load everything into the car, you opening the door to the passenger seat. I blush, embarrassed by your old-fashioned chivalry, but secretly loving it all the same, even as I tease you. You smirk back knowingly, shutting the door and walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Our eyes meet as you get into the car, passion and lust burning in both our eyes. Leaning across the center console, we kiss again, your tongue just barely parting my lips. Sitting back you smirk at me again before shifting into drive. I spread my legs in my seat as we exit the airport — I had picked out a dress for the occasion, despite the fact I was traveling. Keeping your eyes on the road you smile again, having seen my legs shift in the corner of your vision.
Once on the highway, where less focus was needed, you take full advantage of my spread legs, reaching over to tease my pussy through my panties. I shudder the moment your fingertips brush over the thin cloth, you feel my wetness soaking through. Your gentle touches send me into a frenzy instantaneously. I whimper quietly in my seat, relishing in the feeling of your gentle, whispering touches. Before long the short 20 minute drive is over, and we head to the dorm room we are sharing, a lucky perk of going to a liberal college with gender-neutral dorms.
The moment the door is shut behind us and the luggage is set down, you grab me and push me against the nearest wall, pressing against my back. I feel your cock hard against my ass as you reach a hand around me and under my skirt. You push my panties aside impatiently and begin playing with my clit, your other hand reaching up to grope my left breast. I melt instantaneously, moaning at your touches after all of your teasing in the car. Soon enough, all that is holding me up is your hand on my pussy and the pressure pushing me against the wall. You chuckle — “You’re so fucking wet.”
Far too soon your hand withdraws. You press against me a moment longer, allowing the strength to return to my legs enough to stand on my own. I whine impatiently. “Don’t you want to smoke first?” you say, “let’s do snaps.” Returning to my senses I smile and nod excitedly, ready to end my T-break. You pack me a significant snap, and I look at you knowingly. You want me inebriated and sensitive. As I smoke, you sneak up behind me again and gently tease me once again. This time, I have to resist the sensation, lest I drop the bong.
Once we’ve finished our smoke break, you turn me around and pull me close into a kiss, this once romantic and slow, as I melt into your arms once again. Breaking the kiss, you say, “I missed you.” “I missed you too, so much,” I reply. We share a giddy smile once again. I’ve never been so in love.
Your grip on my waist tightening, you push me against the bed, lifting me enough to set my ass on the edge of the bed and then pushing me back until I am lying on my back. Your hands had somehow traveled to my wrists, pinning my arms above me as you straddle my stomach. I gasp up at you, relishing the feeling of you dominating me as you look down at me hungrily. Releasing my wrists, you yank my dress up and off of me — braless, I am left in just the slip of cloth that is my panties. You growl and grab my wrists again, diving down to my breasts and sucking on my nipples as I squirm. Meanwhile, your hands are busy, and you cross my wrists so you can hold them down with one hand. Your lips leaving my breast, you grab makeshift ties attached to the two twin beds you’ve pushed together, tying down one wrist, then the other, above me. I struggle a little, always anxious at the sensation of being tied down and helpless.
Satisfied that my arms are firmly restricted, you release my wrists and strip down to your briefs. You scootch up my torso, still straddling me, until your crotch is just above my face, before pulling your dick out. Grabbing my hair, you pull my head up until I can obediently wrap my lips around your cock. You know I am apprehensive about blowjobs, although my gag reflex isn’t very sensitive, so you gently bob me on your cock to allow me to adjust to the sensation. Soon enough, you pull me down a bit further, just barely pressing into the back of my throat and enjoying the sound and sensation of my gagging as my blowjob gets sloppier. You press me down and hold me there a moment until I start struggling, then you release me, slide down, and kiss my mouth gently to comfort me as my breathing slows.
“You won our bet,” you say, “so get ready for some enthusiastic head.” By now, the weed has firmly settled itself in my bloodstream, leaving my head and body heavy but oh-so-sensitive, completely malleable to your desires. I whimper, knowing I would be sensitive and prone to overstimulation.
Sliding down my body, part my legs with your knee before sliding in between and pushing them up so I am splayed out before you. Holding my legs in place, you breathe hotly over my panties. My breath hitches. You begin teasing me again over them, pressing your lips against my pussy and gently kissing me until you are satisfied with the state I’m in before releasing my legs and sliding off my panties.
You start, slowly, gently licking up my slit. “So pretty,” you say heavily into my folds, and I blush. You look up at me, knowing the effect of your words, and smirk. “Getting embarrassed?” I turn a deeper shade of red and shudder, nodding shyly before looking away. “Look at me, and hold eye contact,” you say firmly. I continue blushing but do as you say. You smile again at my submission before diving back into my pussy with renewed vigor, but holding eye contact with me.
Driving your tongue into my folds, I moan and shut my eyes from the sensation. You withdraw. “Ah-ah-ah,” you say, wagging a finger. I whimper again and resume eye contact. You resume once more, and begin sucking on my clit. I begin bucking my hips against you as you lick and suck. Then you let go of one of my legs, replacing your hand with your elbow to hold me down before gently beginning to insert a finger into me. I moan loudly, still desperately trying to hold eye contact. You pick up the pace, sucking vigorously on my clit and finger fucking me furiously while paying attention to my response, slowing when necessary. I’m completely overcome, my legs shaking, unable to hold back my moans and whimpers, and pulling my arms against the restraints. Moments later, I cum on your face, but you continue through my orgasm and on until I have to beg you to stop due to the overstimulation and my inability to maintain eye contact any longer. You sit up and smile as I lay back, shuddering and nearly hyperventilating.
“Sorry,” you say, “ I just can’t help it — I love seeing you like that, completely out of control of yourself.”
“It’s okay,” I respond shakily, still red in the face.
“Good,” you say with a smirk. “You look like you need a break, hm?”
I nod. You smile gently and lay down next to me, sliding one arm beneath my neck and another around my waist, holding me against you but leaving my arms immobilized. We rest there for a moment, you holding me close, kissing me softly, and letting me recover my breath. I relax into your arms, feeling so safe as you stroke my hair. I feel your cock hard against my leg through your briefs.
Once my breath recovers and I fully relax, you ask me, “Are you ready to start again?” “Yes,” I reply. You smile and release me, sliding in between my legs again and removing your briefs. You look down at me lustfully. “So sexy,” you say, “so perfect.” I blush again. You lay down on top of me, chest to chest, and kiss me, sliding your arms beneath mine and resting them around my head, protectively and possessively. I moan into your kiss as it gains momentum, you sliding your tongue into my mouth slightly aggressively before I return the movement, our tongues dancing together, your soft full lips against mine. Your cock is prodding at my pussy, teasing me with the poke of your tip against my folds, but not quite at my entrance as you break the kiss and dip down to my neck. I moan, and whimper, and shiver at your touches, while you maintain near-perfect composure, the only hint of your desire is the uptick of your breath, getting heavier by the minute. Sitting up, you grab the bottle of lube at our bedside, using a minimal amount. “I don’t think we need much of this,” you say, a finger dipping down to my pussy, “you’re so fucking wet for me.” You raise the finger to my lips and I suck on it obediently, tasting my juices.
You lay down over me again, one arm returning to the underneath of my neck while the other guides your cock towards the entrance of my pussy. I feel the fat tip of your cock against my entrance, and you poke at it teasingly. My breath increases in pace as I anticipate you pushing into me. After so many weeks, I am sure to be tighter than usual. I moan as you push just the head of your cock into me. You hold it there, moving your hips just barely to tease me yet again. My moans and whimpers increase in pace as I am filled with more desperation. Stubborn, I hang on, refusing to beg. You continue seemingly without a care, breaking our kiss to look down at my face. I’m panting heavily, red-faced, mouth open, eyes looking up at you half-closed. “What’s wrong?” you say mockingly. I continue panting, whimpering at the question but still refusing to break. But soon my resolve dampens.
“Please,” I gasp out between my moans.
“Please what?”
“Please, please Daddy!” I cry out again, unable to form a much more intelligible sentence. You continue with your teasing with a fiendish grin on your face, pleased you’ve reduced me yet again to a dripping mess begging for your cock. Finally, I gasp out, blushing furiously,
“Please fuck me Daddy. Please give me your cock. I want you to fill me up, please!”
Grinning even more widely, you slowly slide into my pussy. I moan, my pitch increasing as you fill me further and further until it climaxes in range as your tip prods at my cervix. I feel so full. For the first time, you moan. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” you say, holding your cock buried fully inside me. I’m gasping out moans at the mere sensation of your stiff cock inside me, despite the fact that you are holding perfectly still. Before I get used to the sensation, you pull all the way out to your tip, my walls collapsing behind you, and then immediately push back in at the same pace as before, driving me crazy. You repeat this a couple times before settling against my cervix, deep inside, and gently rocking your hips, grinding on me and pushing back and forth against both my cervix and G-spot. My legs bend and I wrap them around you as you rock gently inside me as I moan and tremble underneath you, unable to form words.
You begin picking up the pace, holding me against you tightly. Soon, you’re pistoning in and out of me at a furious pace, pulling nearly entirely out of my pussy before slamming back into me at a breakneck pace. I’m completely unintelligible and out-of this world. Soon, I’m cumming again, my pussy clenching tightly around your cock as if to milk you dry. Still, you hold out, fucking me furiously all the way through my incredibly intense orgasm. As it subsides, you slow down to compensate for my increased sensitivity, rocking gently deep inside me yet again. I’m still moaning, out of breath and dripping wet. I’m sure that by now a wet patch has formed underneath me.
You suddenly pull out of my pussy, and I groan again, before you grab my hips and flip me onto all fours. My arms are now crossed in front of me, granting me even less movement than before. Lining up your tip up against my entrance, you push inside me again in one smooth, quick stroke, leaving me gasping yet again at the sensation of this new position. You continue fucking me, grabbing handfuls of my ass and bouncing me off and on to your cock with your hips. You begin gripping my hips even more tightly, pinching the flesh in your grip, so tight it hurts and increasing your pace. My moans increase in intensity at the combination of pain and pleasure as you push against my cervix again and again, and rub against my G-spot again and again. Yor reach a hand around to my clit, applying pressure, and I arch my back even further. I’m completely out of control and at your whim. You chuckle at the lewd sounds I’m making, placing a hand on my back and pushing me down so my face is on the bed and my ass is in the air, never breaking pace. I feel so completely dominated. I feel you begin to stiffen further as you press me down, and I know you are getting close as well.
“Please fill me up Daddy, I want you to fill me with your cum! This pussy belongs to you.” I have an IUD just so you can use me properly. You somehow begin fucking me even more furiously at my words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim. At your words, I orgasm yet again, the strongest of all, clenching down on your cock like a vice and shaking uncontrollably. That’s what it takes to push you over the edge, and you slam fully into me against my cervix, holding me there as your cock twitches and fills my uterus with your cum. It seems to last forever as you fill me with rope after rope of sticky cum, filling my insides. I relish in the feeling of the warm fullness. You collapse on top of me, leaving your still-twitching cock inside me. A moment later, you pull out with a pop. You look at my pussy with a smirk and chuckle. “You’ve made quite the mess,” you say, grabbing your phone to snap a picture of the creampie. You hold it in front of me, and I see my pussy glistening with my juices, dripping down my thighs, and your cum leaving a significant stream out of my hole. I blush furiously once again and look away, completely spent and still trembling. You grab a tissue and gently clean me up. I continue blushing, hot with embarrassment as you do so, carefully examining my pussy all the while, before you remove my restraints. I am still trembling and whimpering, overstimulated and breathless. You lay down and hold me close yet again, stroking my back and hair, placing gentle kisses on me once more, until my breath slows and I fall asleep on your chest, our legs and arms entangled, so comforted in your arms.
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