Something I’ve been working on, what do you think?
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You’re carrying your bag through the airport lobby, where I’m waiting at the gate. I smile when I spot you and wave you over excitedly. “Hey! Good to see you! You’re shorter than I expected,” I tease, to which you counter with a laugh, “and you’re quite a bit taller than I imagined too.” I laugh. “Everyone always says that.” I wrap you in a tight hug, making sure you can feel my nipples through the thin shirt I wore. Considering we’ve never met in person, our exchange is as familiar as long time friends.
“You ready to head to the hotel?” I ask lightly as we walk through the gently crowded airport. You nod, yawning. It’s early evening, around 7pm, but you’ve been on a plane for 8 hours and are understandably exhausted. We get in the car and head to the hotel.
When we arrive, everything has already been set up and we’re already checked in–I thought ahead, of course. The room is spacious with a king size bed and a jacuzzi, and the lighting is warm and glowy. You yawn again and I gently tousle your hair and rub your shoulders affectionately. “Let’s get you to bed, eh?” You tease me for my accent and the fact that I did honest-to-god just say “eh”. I laugh sarcastically and rib back, “Careful! You keep giving me attitude and I’ll have to punish you for it.” I flash you a “try me” grin and then stick my tongue out at you.
You’ve been slowly moving around the room unpacking your things while we catch up. I’ve changed into a thin, almost see-through white tank top and small, silky pajama shorts. You couldn’t tell from what I was wearing before, but now that you see them up close, you admire my long legs and thick juicy thighs. The shorts I am wearing accentuate my round ass perfectly, beckoning you to grab it each time I move.
You brush your teeth, and watch me watch you thirstily through the mirror as you take off your plane clothes and prepare your pajamas. Your thick arms and shoulders flexing as you brush makes me bite my lip longingly. You’re enjoying my hungry gaze, and take the opportunity to show off, and tease me a little. You flex and turn around showing me your ass in your well fitting briefs. You spit and rinse the last of the toothpaste out of your mouth, sending a pulse down my spine into my throbbing pussy. I eagerly watch you remove your shirt–I’m breathless but I’d never let you know that.
“Come here,” I demand flirtily, laying back on the bed. You oggle my body as I lean back, my round breasts bouncing under my top, creamy thighs exposed, legs opening up invitingly as I beckon you to come closer. I smile, leaning back onto my elbows, pushing my tits up and together. This sight makes you salivate, and you approach me hungrily. Before you can lay your hands on me, I tut and correct you, placing a foot firmly on your chest. You cannot move any closer.. “What do you say?” I admonish.
You remember one of the expectations we discussed. “Yes Goddess,” you correct yourself. I smile and allow you to move into me. Brushing my lips into your ear, my sultry voice sends shivers down your spine. “Don’t forget again,” I warn, “the next time you do there will be consequences. Do you understand?” I pull back and look deep into your eyes. You nod innocently enough and say softly into my mouth “yes, Goddess.” I lean into you and we kiss deeply, collapsing together onto the pillows. “Good boy,” I breathe into your mouth.
We kiss ferociously for several minutes, rolling, clawing, moaning and gasping. Moving with each other and into each other. I climb on top of you, placing one knee in between your thighs–dangerously close to your aching balls that have been denied for weeks– and the other on the outside, straddling your thigh. You can feel the heat of my pussy grinding into you, and I can feel your hardening erection pressing into my thigh.
Your cock catches my attention and I pull back, my hand brushing lightly over the silky fabric of your underwear, just breezing over the throbbing head. I bite my lip and look at you playfully. “You want me to touch it, don’t you?” I ask, drawing my fingers gently around in circles on your thigh, nearing closer and closer to what you want so desperately to feel. You look longingly into my eyes, flushed and breathless and nod quickly. “God yes. Desperately,” you moan as you lean up to kiss hungrily at my neck and breasts. “Please Goddess, please touch my cock. It’s been craving you for weeks.”
My eyes glint as I feel your cock twitch and jolt while you say that. I see a small wet spot start to form on your shorts, signalling how desperate and drooling you already are to feel my touch. I smile and look deep into your eyes, settling my pussy lower onto your thigh. You can feel the heat and wetness leaking through my shorts–clearly I am adoring how desperate you are for me.
“Ask again,” I say plainly, holding my mouth out of reach above yours, beginning a slow, undulating motion with my hips on your thigh. Your trembling breath heats my neck as you ask again. “Goddess p-please…. I have been waiting so long for you to touch me…. Please Goddess will you touch my cock?”
I smile sensuously, pressing my palm firmly into your inner thigh. Massaging in circles, drawing towards and away from your full and throbbing testicles, teasing you. I can feel your legs tremble and tense each time my hand draws nearer to the growing wet spot on your underwear.
I know it’s been weeks since you’ve allowed yourself to cum for me. The choice was that you could a) cum all you wanted leading up to our trip away, but when we were together you wouldn’t cum at all, or b) you’d not be allowed to cum for a month before the trip, but I’d make it infinitely worth your while when we were together. Personally, I didn’t think it was much of a choice and you are such a smart boy that you made the right choice too.
“Remind me, Toy,” I say, brushing over your testicles on the last word, “how many days has it been since you’ve drained these little balls?” I give them a firm and sudden squeeze, eliciting a shocked and mildly pained gasp from you.
“Hnnng…uhh… th-thirty two d-days…. G-goddess…” you stammer breathlessly. Between my pussy soaking your thigh and my hand grasped around your throbbing testes, you can hardly think, let alone try and string a few words together.
I laugh. Adoring how desperate you are, I lean down and kiss you, undulating my hand slowly around your balls. I can feel how full and hot they are, and I see how violently your cock is twitching as I massage you.
“That is such a dedicated toy,” I praise you, squeezing my hand firmly, causing you to gasp and tense again. “You want to give your Goddess all your cum, don’t you toy?” I start grinding my hips the other direction, riding my clit into your thigh and lean in to graze my teeth along the skin behind your ear.
By now you are beside yourself. You can barely form sentences between your moans and yelps. Each time I move my hand you shake and shiver and jolt. “Y-yes Goddess. Please Goddess let me give you all my cum…” I squeeze, you shiver. “G-goddess please let me pay tribute to your beauty and divinity. I am begging Goddess please rub my cock.” Your pathetic whimpers and attempts at flattery aren’t convincing me, plus I am too busy savouring how desperate you are to want to stop teasing you and give in now.
I change positions so that I am straddling you at the hips now. I push you roughly onto the bed and you collapse, your throbbing and leaking little cock only two thin layers of fabric away from my warm and inviting sanctuary. Your throbbing mound pushes it’s way in to my pussy lips as I grind and work my hips on your cock. The wet spot on your underwear grows as your cock leaks more and more pre-cum, and I leave my own juices on it too.
“Mmmm, fuck, slave,” I moan, ” your cock feels sooo good pressed in between my pussy lips like that.Do you like it?” You nod desperately, whimpering, and begin begging again for me to ride your cock or for me to allow you to fuck me with it. I keep grinding and rubbing on your crotch, bent over and kissing you deeply and passionately.
I tease you relentlessly for about twenty minutes. Your underwear is drenched in your pre-cum and my wet pussy juices, and your cock is throbbing, starving to be touched. You continue whimpering and begging, pleading with me.
I smile gently and hear you out, sadistically grinding harder and faster on you, driving you absolutely crazy. You try grabbing and spreading my ass, pulling me down and into your crotch as you thrust up, drawing a loud moan from my lips.
“What do you think you’re doing, toy?” I admonish, roughly smacking yours hands away from my round ass, “you know better than to try and control me, slave….” I stop grinding my hips entirely, sitting up and holding you down onto the bed with my hands and my body weight. You whimper and plead, hating that I have stopped moving and giving you relief. You wriggle impatiently and look up at me, clearly frustrated by the lack of stimulation.
My energy changes and I lean down, gently kissing up your chest, neck, ears, and eventually landing on your lips. “I know you’re just a desperate little toy who just wants to drain their needy throbbing balls, you can’t help misbehaving,” I say gently into your ear. I shift my body weight and roll off of you. You feel an unpleasant emptiness as I remove myself from on top of you.
I settle in beside you, my head on your shoulder and my hand resting on your chest. “We should get some sleep. I’m sure you must be just exhausted!” I say, semi-jokingly. I can see the desire in your eyes, knowing how desperately you want me to milk your pulsing cock immediately, but I can also see the jet lag creeping into your face and you seem grateful to have some rest.
We settle into bed together and close our eyes. You have no idea what the morning holds for you, and I am excited to show you what you get to look forward to. I kiss you sweetly on the lips and cheeks and whisper, “Goodnight, sweet toy. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it.”
You close your eyes and drift off, hopeful that tomorrow is the day you get to cum. I close my eyes, smiling, knowing that it’s not.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wo8g5l/when_at_last_we_meet_the_first_night_femdom