Vegas is sin city.
We planned to sin. But I planned to choose the forms sin would take, and I planned to make them hard. This trip would test your limits, and even in the planning I was so hard imagining the ways I would stretch them. The ways I’d stretch your cunt, and the ways I’d stretch all the edges of your lust.
I had the van pick you up for our “corporate retreat”. I met you at the airport drop dressed in a suit. I took your bag like a gentleman and promptly lead you to a locker I rented to stash it for the duration. I mean, it was very good for appearances that you brought luggage, and it was even better for appearances that you were given no warning you would not get to bring it.
As instructed, you didn’t speak besides the expected, and good for appearances, “Hello Sir.”
Like a good girl you wore a business appropriate dress as instructed, and I was sure beneath you wore the slut appropriate panties I’d requested.
Truth is, all I wanted to do was hug you, crack jokes, enjoy the company of you that I love so much. But that wouldn’t exactly be sinning. We could save that for a retreat in, well, whatever our next retreat would be.
We breezed through security, no real bags makes that relatively easy.
We split at boarder control and I wondered what you told them the purpose of your trip was. I wondered if you claimed business or if you told them you planned to prove you were my dirty little slut. I had to really swallow hard to keep from asking you.
We found the gate and sat a few minutes in silence before boarding. We found seats 22a and 22b and I gestured to let you have the window seat. I wondered if you were happy it was just the two of us in the row.
I was surprised you didn’t dare speak even then, but also that you didn’t pull out your phone or play with the entertainment in front of you. I liked that you played my games even better than I demanded.
The plane taxied. I finally broke my silence. I leaned in and whispered in your ear, “After the plane takes off, go to the lavatory and take your panties off, then bring them back to me.”
You did as you were told, and it made me hard seeing your fist all balled up as you walked back down the aisle toward me. Knowing you’d been a good little slut, and knowing what you held.
I let you sit down and marvelled at your resolve as you sat in silence as if to prove your commitment. I enjoyed that. I enjoyed everything that was you.
Maybe a half hour later I held my hand open in front of you and loved the silky feel of those panties as they touched my palm. I closed my fist over them for a second but then I lost my resolve a second later. I leaned over you and put my balled fist on your cheek and turned your mouth toward me and kissed you as hard and violently as I could. I needed you, I needed to taste some of you right then… and you needed to taste some of you too.
I quickly brought that hand down between your knees then forced it and the panties up under your skirt. I fucked your little slut mouth with my tongue and I rubbed the panties over your juicy little cunt, up and down the little slit that I owned. The feel of your lips had my cock stressing the zipper of my pants. I didn’t waste time, I pushed those panties in and out of your wet little tight pussy, forcing a single finger in to push them deep, then pulling them out along with it. And I was not gentle. I pounded that little fuck hole maybe two dozen times and swallowed your moans in my mouth.
God I loved having you as my fuck toy, the literally outlet for my lust.
The whole thing felt like forever but was probably a minute before my finger relented and so did my mouth. Our lips parted, the sound was so wet. I wondered what sound the soaked little panties made as I extracted them from you.
I’m sure you knew what was coming next… but no, I would not make it that easy. I pushed the panties back inside your cunt slowly as my lips hovered just out of reach of yours. Challenging you not to moan this time, and loving the struggle in you as I struggled to push all of the panties up into you this time. Finally leaving them there, before pulling your skirt back down like a gentleman and recomposing myself.
I let another hour pass. I wondered how much of your juicy little cunt was saturating those panties and if the flow of lust in you have dried up yet. I was hard for you, it hadn’t dissipated. I wondered if you’d dared to sneak a peak at all, you had to know either way.
Finally we saw the desert out the window. I leaned over you as if to get a better look… and my hand found its way between your knees and once more forced its way up to that cunt.
I pulled the panties from you and loved the feel of your mouth gently quivering, surprising a moan against my cheek. I pulled them clear from you and rubbed them a bit on your clit again testing your ability to stay inconspicuous.
I whispered in your ear, “let me help you keep your slut mouth quiet my whore… open if for me like a good girl.”
You obeyed and I pushed the panties into your little mouth then brought my hand quickly back between your legs before I violently thrust three fingers right up into you and pounded the tips into your gspot.
I felt your gasp and loved that only a very faint and muffled noise emerged past your gag.
I wiggled the fingers inside you, loving the stretch and tight grip they held on me. Loving your continuing muffled grunts and groans and maybe screams. I mashed my palm on your clit as I continued to wiggle them inside you.
God you were a fucking treat. I needed more, I started pulling my fingers slowly almost all the way out before driving them back in forcefully, again and again. I nibbled your ear lobe and felt you shift at the first little feel as I sucked on it and nibbled and finger fucked your little cunt in bursts.
Every thrust in I felt your splitting apart for me, stretching, your limits being pushed to accept all I had to give you. I knew that was what this weekend was going to be all about but here it was in the flesh. It was all I could do not to pull my cock out and stroke it, or to rip the panties out of your mouth and replace them with my cock. I didn’t care who was there, I needed you, but I knew we were already very much walking the edge.
Still I continued and now just straight up started flying those three fingers as hard as I could into you. Making your pussy swallow them again as soon as your pussy spit them out. Making sure my palm slammed into or rubbed over your clit as I pounded you. Sucking on your ear lobe and grunting into your ear as I pounded away, getting drunk off your stifled moans. Wondering how much of your cunt filled your senses – the tastes and smells up top and the pounding down below.
I was wet too, precum gushing and I could feel it and I couldn’t wait to make you taste that. But that’d wait.
Finally I put my thumb right on your clit, pressed down as I curled my fingers up into your gspot, squeezing your lust and just pushing an inch out and inch in, as hard and fast as I could – to make you have to fight the urge to squirt, to keep from literally soaking the skirt under which I played. To avoid that embarrassment…
I relented. I pulled my fingers from you, then used them to retrieve the gag from your mouth, which I squeezed back into your cunt before composing us both once again.
Then I patted you on the knee and said, “Good girl, now keep those there till we get to the hotel and we can really have some fun…”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xsxc0x/mf_f_submission_enjoying_an_obedient_slut_on_the