Dedicated to “K”
I am ready and prepped for the gym. I am wearing my black Nike shorts and Under Armor shirt. They adhere to my tight, strong body nicely. You can see my muscles contracting and expanding behind my athletic wear with some of my motions. I have had little recreation time with medical school constantly strapping me down, so I am enjoying myself for a change. I ask if you would like to go with me, but you have something else in mind. It has been only two days since I have worshiped you, yet you are craving me. You demand me to stay home. Who am I to resist your orders? I know my place after being romantically involved with you for three years and living with you for one. You wave me over as you watch my ass jiggle toward the door, and I stand before you in seconds. “It’s been a while since you have made me cum, baby boy. I need you so badly.” I am enthusiastic to give my adoring dommy mommy the pleasure and desire she deserves, so I approach you eagerly with a smile.
I start by pushing your hair to the side and taking your cheek into my hand, then leaning closer and making out with you. Your lips taste absolutely delicious and lock perfectly with mine. As I caress your face with one hand, I pull you closer. It requires no effort to keep your body pressed directly against mine. You feel my hard cock pressing against you. I resist my primal urge to touch it, knowing how you would be disappointed if I were to distract myself from your needs. I move toward the side of your neck, kissing it gently. A moan escapes your lips. Somehow, I want you more now than before. As though it were possible. My desire for you is radiating and pulsing through me beyond your imagination. I shift my left hand from your waist to the bottom of your shirt, and I ask for permission to remove it. “Yes,” you whisper. I slide my hand underneath, feeling how smooth and soft your skin is. I softly dig my nails into your back, making you gasp. I am holding your body in one hand; your heart and soul in the other. The way I touch your face makes you melt, and the way I tease your body makes your pussy warm and moist. I slowly lift your shirt while tracing your back with my fingertips. There are still a few more articles of clothing between me and heaven, but I’ll take everything step-by-step. I ask if I can see your tits. You order me onto my knees with my hands behind my back.
You undo the string behind your back with your right hand and hold your bra up with your left arm. I see it dangling beneath you. I’m desperate for more, but I have no say. You physically and mentally control me without trying because I am such a little slut for you. My mouth is watering. I hate having to choose between looking you in your eyes as you tease me or looking at your cleavage. You tell me to close my eyes. I’m so hard, thinking about what you are going to do to me next. Wondering if you will stuff your breasts in my face or leave me waiting. You throw your bra onto my shoulder and tell me to open my eyes. Your nipples are perked up, and your breasts are so beautiful. “What is my little slut thinking?” you ask me.
“It’s too bad my hands are behind my back because I would play with your boobs to your content. They are so fucking amazing.” You choose to reward me for praising you, though you have ulterior motives. You strip down completely naked before me. No hesitation. Your soaked panties hanging over my head and partially obstructing my eyes fail to distract me from the beauty of your curves. I am so hard for you. You get tired of the living room before the exit and demand that I follow you to the bedroom and remove all my clothes. I oblige willfully, for I am bound to service you at your very command. The shortest of sentences hold great power over your good boy.
I lay on our bed with my head buried in a pillow. You get on top of my face and grind your pussy against it. Your clit rubs against my nose as you take what you want from me. You taste so delectable, and I love how moist and sticky your labia are, almost like there is rain coming down between your thighs. It turns me on how you know what you want. You want to cum really hard, even if may involve denying me. It is so hard for me not to play with myself as you gently fuck my face, but I know better than to give in like that. You feel vibrations against your pussy. My muffled moans stimulate you, sending you closer to the edge. All you can think about is your good boy, so sweet, servile, and handsome. He is doing such a good job worshiping your tight little pussy. A whimper escapes your mouth as the pleasure radiates through you, almost like an electrical impulse. You announce your impending orgasm, then quiver while suffocating me. I am ecstatic to have fulfilled my responsibility. But you want more from me. “I need your seed, baby boy,” you whisper. “Impregnate me and inseminate me. NOW.”
“Okay, my sweet Mommy.” You sit on my throbbing cock and slowly move your hips. We stare at each other as you ride me. You can see the vulnerability in my eyes and face. I am so desperate to cum inside you. I don’t want to waste a single sperm cell. While you ready me for drainage, you lean forward and wrap your hands around my neck. Gently. I feel like such a little slut for you, letting you choke me like that. I let you do it because I love you. Only you can physically control me like you have all this time. Between the psychological elements and how wet and tight you are, I’m getting so close so quickly. My cock has been aching, and I have been desperate to fertilize you. I unleash a scream, even through your soft grasp around my throat. Your Goddess pussy milks me dry. You feel my cum squeezing through your cervix and into your uterus. The sensation of my seed deep inside you hits you like a truck. I feel you pulsating while I am inside you, and I hear the relaxation and pleasure in your deep exhale. It is music to my ears. You made such amazing use of me. Nothing makes me happier than servicing the woman I love. Who makes me feel secure and desired. I’ve made you cum twice now. I am emotionally satisfied.
“Aren’t you happy that you skipped the gym?” you ask.
“I got my workout today, even if it isn’t the iron,” I say. “I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you too, my good boy.” We cuddle together and feel each other’s hearts racing as we drift into a half-hour nap.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/102cw02/your_good_sweet_submissive_boy_m20s_f30s40s