“Why does this team love starting the day with so many meetings, and while on camera! Like who in their right mind wants to be on camera by 8:00 am?” I murmur under my breath, having woken up late, with just enough time to apply passable make-up, fix the front of my hair to hide the rat’s nest in the back, and throw on a collared button down shirt, although I now notice that I failed at aligning the buttons. Looking down at the boxers I slept in (an excellent and comfy pair I “borrowed” from the most attractive man), I frowned at the long leg hairs, which have grown past the point of “ehh, I can do this later” and have reached the point of, “this is going to be a hell of a lot of work”.
“Fuck me, such a mess,” I expressed with a sigh while reaching for my mug of coffee, my hand missing completely since I hadn’t had the time to make any.
“FUCK ME, and FUCK this stupid call with this BITCH-ASS manager and all these DICK-HEAD staff, and FUCK this job! I hope this project goes up in flames, and all these cretin clients can crawl back into whatever nasty little holes they crawled out from!” I am not a morning person.
Hearing a rumble, I look over and see a text from my man, causing my frown to disappear. “I really get too excited to see his name pop up on my screen, its only happened a thousand times,” I thought with a giggle. Opening up the text, I read the message:
8:11am
“Hey babe, hope the morning has started well for you! Sorry if this wakes you up, but I wanted to let you know that I had an amazing dream of you, and I woke up the hardest I have ever been, and you know just how hard that can be ;) XoxoXXooOxxOxOOOxxx”
Fuck me, how am I supposed to sustain my righteous womanly rage against world when he sends stupid stuff like this every morning, I thought with a way too wide grin across my face. First, I’ve told this idiot so many times my day starts with a call at 8am, so how is a text after eight going to wake me up, and second, I definitely know just how hard his dick can be. What I would give up to be able to start my morning waking up next to that instead of work. Imagine starting the day getting dicked-down instead of fucked over. I could wake him up in the morning and snuggle up to him, getting my ass underneath his cock until he realizes that he’s already pretty much on top me, so might as well shift over to mount over me, and by then it’s not much to push my panties to the side, so he can see how wet and ready I am, then he slides in-
“…Hello…hey, are you there? Did you hear my question? And why is your face so flushed? I can even see it through the camera, are you okay?”
“Uh yeah, Im fine (at least I was until you interrupted the best part you dumb bitch), and I’ll have to look into it and circle back to you!”
“Um, well alright, I was just asking how your weekend went,… anyways, moving on…”
Sigh, well that is still a good question to avoid. Looking back at my phone, I respond,
8:15am
“My morning is going great! Haha thanks babe for dreaming of me, and I wish I could help out and work with you on how hard your life is right now ;)”
8:16am
“Glad to hear is going well, and I know you much you value working on hard things, and all the energy and time you commit to it, especially when those things are in the shape of my cock”
Okay, like, dont know if that’s fair to make me sound like some nympho whose always gonna be subservient to her man’s sex organ; its just that you’re are so stupid attractive. Its happens when dating a guy that makes me so goddamn horny all the goddamn time. So fuck you and your stupid cock, and,
8:16am
“You know it, I’m Rosie the Riveter when it comes to working hard for you, the Janis Joplin of oral sex, and myself of taking dick, cause I’m the best there ever was at that so theres no comparison to make”
“I totally agree with the last one, but the Janis Joplin of oral sex?”
“You know, loud, messy, and with a wide and open mouth”
“ha, thats so fucking hot when you get into it. That’s why you’re the best!”
“I mean you are also a wonderful girlfriend who is compassionate, strong and independent, intelligent, competent in her work, loves me, and has a really cool dad to do woodworking with”
“But its definitely you being the Janis Joplin of oral sex that holds me down”
“Yeah yeah whatever. Love you too, and by the way I am working from home today, and I could probably pull off a long lunch break if you wanna come over…”
“Say no more, I am there! And since you’re giving me your time like that, I will be sure to make it worth your while”
Fuck, I got caught up in my horniness and invited him over, but I forgot I haven’t showered, shaved, brushed my hair, or cleaned my place. He really better fulfill his promise of making it worth all this work I do for him, that sexy, strong bastard of mine.
… a few hours and a considerable amount of cleaning later
A pattern of thuds spring from my door, and opening it, I see the most handsome man, giving me his best smile, and looking into his eyes I want to instantly press my lips against his. Rushing through my “hello, how are you,” I pull him in by his shirt, close the door, and allow him to wrap me up in a big secure hug. He plants a kiss on my forehead, which causes me to smile into her chest. He hugs me closer, and I feel how strong his arms are, and I breathe the scent of him in. After staying in his embrace, I realize I’ve started to feel a throbbing between my legs; I am already soaking my yoga pants.
Fuck, it only took thirty seconds for me to become turned on past the point of no return. Maybe I really am that subservient nympho- but only for this man. Breaking from the hug, and with his hands still around my waist, I look up at him with my best doe-eye expression and say,
“I’m ready for you to make this ‘worth my while’ like you promised”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will make this be so much more for the most beautiful girl in the world, who gets so turned on for me,” he softly speaks into my ear as he turns me around, and places his hard cock up against my ass.
“Fuck babe, you really are hard today, I can feel all of your cock through both our of pants. My ass really turns you on, huh”
“Your ass is incredible; it was a significant part of my dream last night,” he whispers as he pulls my arms back and over my head. The result is me hanging my hands on the back of his head, my fingers intertwined with his hair. Doing so forces me to arch my back and lift my chest up, leaving my body completely open and inviting. He moves to take advantage, shifting his hands from mine, lightly grazing the tips of his fingers down the back of my neck, sending shivers down my back in anticipation. He continues to flow slowly down my shoulders, and finally gropes my boobs over my shirt with a bit of roughness. I let out an involuntary gasp, the pleasure from feeling each breast enveloped by his strong hands being a bit sudden. He continues to massage my boobs, and I cannot help but to softly moan and grind my ass against his big, fat, and hard cock. I might be a little obsessed with how stiff my boyfriend gets for my body, his body making known to me how fucking beautiful he thinks I am. I am turned on an inappropriate amount, and it doesn’t hurt hearing him whisper praises to me in between kissing and nibbling the outside of my ears.
With his words in my ears, and him feeling up my boobs, along with just the right amount of teasing for my nipples poking through the fabric of my shirt, it is not long until he has me panting hard with intermittent moans. There is a full-on flood taking place in my crotch. I even feel a few drops beginning to flowing down the inside of my thighs. At this point,he moves his hands down my back, traveling to my waist, but before he can grab my ass, I tell him,
“I need you to pull out your cock right fucking now. I want to feel it even closer to my body than just through your pants”
“Is that right? Is my girlfriend desperate to feel how big and powerful her boyfriend is?”
Looking up into his eyes, “yes, my boyfriend is so fucking hot, it makes me so fucking desperate for my man’s big and powerful cock, I need to feel it up against my ass, to feel its hard shape grinding on my body! Your cock turns me on so much babe, its unreal.”
“You know i can never resist you when you go on like that”, he says, moving one arm to wrap around my hips, while slowly pulling down the band of his pants. After a long second, I feel his dick spring out of his pants and slap my ass. And I am back to gyrating my hips against his. But then he guides his cock between my thighs, and he slides it up against my pussy from outside the now drenched fabric. Feeling his pressure makes me express something much more than a soft moan,
“Oh FUCK ME!” I exclaim. He responds, “Holy shit babe, you’re so fucking wet right now! Even with your clothes on, my cock is getting soaked.”
“I know, I know, I knowIknowIknowIknow,” I spit out, my cadence matching the speed of my hips, rubbing my pussy lips up and down his pole, “YoujustturnmeonsofuckingmuchandIwantyourcocksofuckingdeepinsidemepleasepleaseplease!”
My boyfriends laughs, “I have yet to even get inside your pants, but you have already transformed into a soaking wet slut”
“Yes! yes! yes! I am such a slut for you babe, you can do anything you want to me, I want it all, you make me feel so fucking amazing!” I beg from him.
My boyfriend smiles with a smirk. “Surrender control of your body to me,” he commands, wrapping one of his arms from behind me, holding me in a cradle, his arm reaching from my ribs, up and across my chest, with this hand resting around the base of my neck. I can feel the strength of his muscles, and my boobs remind me how sexy I find his forearms. The hand on my neck instantly turns me submissive to his masculinity, and I whimper,
“Yes sir, my body is all yours, you have complete control”
“Good girl. Then I will hold you up; your legs are won’t be able to when you lose your mind from the orgasm”, he explained. I almost came just from those words, responding with a full body shudder. Then my boyfriend really begins working on my body, with his other hand sliding from my ass, around my waist, then inside the front of my pants, taking a moment to run his fingers through my pubic hair, eventually pausing with his palm resting on the entirety of my vulva. It is just enough pressure for me to feel myself pulsating against his hand with every breath I take. With his a kiss to my cheek, he sets his face next to mine, pulls me tighter in his embrace, pushes his cock up against the bottom of my crotch, and he says,
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and an absolutely wonderful girlfriend. I love you so much, and I am going to make you cum so fucking hard, right fucking now, because you are my little slut.”
Holy. FUCK. My pussy could not be more ready. And with those words my boyfriend begins with a slow circular rotation of his full palm against the entrance of my pussy, spreading my wetness around my crotch, making a mess of all my body hair, all over my thighs, and covering his hand. My hips are involuntarily thrusting up and towards his hand, my body begging for more stimulation. After what feels like an eternity, he uses his fingers to spread apart the folds of my vulva, and uses his middle finger to softly stroke the outer part of my vagina. With his finger, he caresses from the bottom of my slit to the top, with just the barest hint of a pause on my clit. My body helps him by thrusting my hips up each time he releases his finger, then sliding back down while he moves it from bottom to top. He repeats this motion over and over, applying more and more pressure. Then he releases the folds of my vulva, and begins the motion again with two fingers, but is more aggressive with the pressure. After a several motions of both fingers, he (fucking finally) slides into me. My body cannot contain its excitement, as I began to gush out grool. My pussy accepts his fingers with ease, and I once again begin to grind between his hand and his still hard as fuck cock, so there’s no place for my body to escape from his, and it feels so fucking good. He starts to kiss and lick my neck, and with stimulation from his lips, tongue, cock, the muscles holding me up, the hand on my neck, and the fingers deep in my pussy, my body really starts to get hot. I can feel my orgasm building up, and I can tell its going to absolute blow my fucking mind. I take a deep breath, using the moment to get my mind relaxed and ready to accept the waves of pleasure coming my way.
At this point, the sexiest man in the world moves his fingers to my g-spot, and applies the perfect pressure and steady strokes, “Cum for me,” he commands, “cum in your boyfriend’s arms, I will hold you, you no longer even need to think. So cum…right…fuck…ing…now!”
And I do. I cum so fucking hard. A tsunami of built pleasure crashes through my body, a golden wave beginning in my crotch, and spreading like contagion through my core, and out through my limbs. I am screaming my boyfriend’s name at the top of my lungs, and although I cannot hear myself, lost in the throes of pleasure, I am more than glad to let my neighbors know who makes me feel this way. I vaguely feel myself falling forward, my legs weak, but for some reason I am still upright even though my legs are shaking without any control. I should be embarrassed about how hard and fast my body is slamming into my boyfriend, and about the decidedly unlady-like noises and grunts escaping my mouth, but I am too much of a slut to care about anything except how steady his fingers are inside me. He is not letting up the pressure, so I cum again. After that, I lost the ability to think about anything except for the waves of orgasm cascading through my body, and my last coherent thought is how amazing it is that my boyfriend can do this to me with such ease.
I slowly wake up from my dissociative fugue, and realize I am being princess carried by my boyfriend. I look up at him, my face flushed and with a huge idiot grin, say,
“I love you, and am so glad you’re my boyfriend. You are so fucking good at the whole orgasm thing, ya know. But it was hard work for me to look so good, so carry me to my bed and cuddle with me so I can recover, my good knight!” My boyfriend just smiles at me, and proclaims, “Yes, princess! A beauty like you needs her respite!”
But my plan is a little more devious than cuddles. Once he tosses me onto the bed, I am going to treat him to something fucking amazing, and that’s amazing fucking. I want to reward my good soldier, but I also cannot wait to see his face after I make him unload in me in seconds despite his best attempt to control himself. This will be punishment for the teasing this morning. He won’t even know what hit him, this stupid, sexy, strong son of bitch.
Also, lunch is almost over, and I gotta get back to work, but this time in a much better mood.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wnhlul/a_healthy_relationship_fm_wholesome