I wake up in the morning in his t shirt and enveloped in his arms. The sun is bright and filtered through the shades in his studio apartment. My hair is still damp from the shower we took a couple hours ago. I chug some water to quell the dull ache in my temples… He lost his phone last night and we had sex to forget about it when we got home. But we are talking it out now trying to figure out where it could be. The bar, the Uber? We use his laptop for find my iPhone. We leave the driver a message as a last resort. A tale as old as time.
He has plans to meet up with his friend and their wife for brunch. The only way he can communicate with them is through his apple watch, so he shoots her a text that way to tell them that he lost his phone.
His spirits are dampered and he’s annoyed. I feel really bad for him. I’ve been there so many times. But we’ve literally exhausted all avenues to find the phone. I should actually get going because it’s getting late, too.
We are laying side by side and he starts to kiss me. His lips are so full against mine and I massage his head with my hands. Something about our dynamic is so effortlessly sensual and feels good. I know I’m already wet because morning sex is always my favorite, and my body is basically ready from the night before… We are pressing our bodies together now, and I’m straddling his muscular leg as he presses it against me. I guide his hand down to my wetness before I fumble for his cock in his boxers.
He’s getting hard. We play with each other a bit, stroking each other and moaning into each other’s mouths. I crawl on top of him to kiss him tenderly before slowly lowering myself over him. He stretches me out inch by inch and I’m sighing into his neck. I ride him for a while like this before leaning back on my wrists and propping my legs up so he can see everything as I continue to bounce on him. I can tell he enjoys this view.
He starts getting a call on his watch. I freeze immediately and my mouth is hanging open. Before I can say anything, he grins at me and answers the call.
His friend’s wife is asking about what happened. He recalls the night out.
His hard cock is still inside of me. I slide off of it veryyyy slowly. He’s staring at me and maintaining his dialogue, but when his cock pops out of me he pauses.
I slide onto my body between his legs and kick my legs up. I position his cock on my lips and stick my tongue out to circle the head slowly, quietly, while looking into his eyes.
He finishes his sentence quickly and leans his head back to stare at the ceiling. She’s talking now, offering her condolences. RIP his stupid phone.
Now they’re talking about which restaurant to meet at for brunch.
He looks down at me again and sighs as I take the whole thing into my throat. Slowly still, so they can’t hear. But I press it to the back of my throat until we can both feel my throat clench as I gag a little.
She’s listing places she’s interested in. He just says sure, sure, that sounds good…. He’s gently thrusting his cock into my throat even deeper. I keep still for him to use me.
They finally hang up and he laughs at me before it turns into a sexy growl and he gets up around the bed, to enter me from behind. I’m still wet from his cock being in my mouth.
He pushes inside until he’s bottoming out inside me. I prop myself up on my knees to look back at him and he presses my left thigh up so that my leg is bent against my chest. He holds it there like he knows exactly what the limits of my flexibility are. He leans down and our faces are close. I let all my dirty thoughts escape me.
“Yesss you feel so fucking big inside of me. Please fuck me harder and feel how tight my pussy is around your cock. Feel how much I want you…”
His watch starts ringing again. I curse out loud and laugh. “Don’t stop…. Please…” I whisper.
But it’s too late. He pulls out and answers the phone again.
Now she wants to change the restaurant. Oh, and they’re running late. Yadda yadda.
I lay on my back to stroke his cock and rub it over my clit. I wonder if they can hear the squishing sounds.
He hangs up quickly this time. “God damn it” he mutters and shakes his head. At least we have more time now…
He lowers his body to bury his nose between my legs and breathes me in before eating me out. I hold his head against me and feel the dull pressure of an orgasm build inside. He doesn’t stop this time and I’m moaning so loud he reaches for a pillow to stuff into my face. I’m about to cum… And…
His watch is ringing again. I actually scream this time. “Don’t answer it!!!”
He groans. “I’m sorry…” He answers it in the most cruel way to withold my orgasm. I’m squirming and thrusting my vag into his face. He turns his head away to rest it on my thigh as they continue to discuss the plans. He’s caressing my leg with his free hand. They are asking if he wants to be picked up, etc.
The second he hangs up I grab his face to put it back where it belongs. He keeps my pussy stretched with his fingers and sucks and licks my clit over and over until I cum extra hard all over his face, sending squirt down his chin.
When he looks up and pauses in disbelief that he did that, I ask him to fuck my face. It’s one of my favorite things. He pauses but I can tell his really excited to do this. He kneels in front of me so I can take him. He is going so deep that tears start to stream down my face. Every time his cock hits the back of my throat it becomes a helpless gurgle. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me as he groans, “shit, I’m going to cum”.
He shoots his load at the back of my throat and I feel his cock pulse between my lips. I swallow and then gasp a little when he pulls out.
“That was so fucking hot…” I whisper and he collapses next to me to kiss. We lay in bed to chat for another hour until his friends are there to pick him up. I sneak out and am amused that little do they know they were the ones in control of my orgasm that day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xo8ahz/when_my_orgasm_was_at_the_mercy_of_another_couple