Having only happened a couple hours ago, the recollection of this still has me very wet. Yesterday was a frustrating day; spending the majority of the day waiting on a potential work phone call that never happened, and having phone call anxiety doesn’t help, and killed most of my day before having to bartend at the strip club I work at. It was a fairly busy night serving drinks and flirting with my co-workers, but I couldn’t shake that awkward feeling.
Once the night started to slow down, I went to a private room for a quick break and hoped that getting myself off would make a difference. It didn’t, but with my thong still around my ankles, one of the dancers who I’m pretty close with and has attended some of our “parties” offered to help out. She gave me quite the show, spinning around the pole in the room and taking off her clothes. She has a beautiful pair of double Ds that she let me bury my face in between, resulting in me leaving some lipstick marks between her breasts. However, I was still pretty tense, and she could clearly see that.
We talked briefly about it, and she was sympathetic while still straddling my lap. I told her how even getting myself off didn’t help, which led to her asking me if I’d like her to go down on me. I wasn’t gonna turn down her offer since she is remarkably good at eating pussy. She even made it sexy to boot as she went back to the pole, crawled her way back to me, put my legs on her shoulders, then told me to cross my feet behind her head. Then her tongue started to paint a masterpiece on my already soaking wet set of lower lips.
Starting from my clit, she’d draw zig-zags down my lips, then drag her tongue up my slit before flicking my clit with her tongue once she reached the top. She alternated between zig zags and figure eights. At the same time, the warmth of her breath teased my nerves, and her teeth occasionally grazed my clit almost like a feather’s touch, making my whole body quiver. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut as I started to whimper my moans while running my hands through her crimson-red hair until she had me on the brink of an orgasm. No doubt she knew I was close with how I was trying to press my hips closer to her face, and in doing so, she teased me back by pressing her fingers against my plug, which took me over the edge. My fingers locked themselves in her hair, and my thighs firmly pressed against her cheeks as she winked at me, while knowing she had no escape, keeping her tongue inside me the entire time I came.
Once the orgasmic waves settled and I released her from the prison my thighs had created around her head, she licked her lips, making sure I witnessed her enjoying my taste. Then she gave me a playful kiss before going back between my thighs. She kissed right above my currently regrowing bush, leaving behind a very noticeable, almost neon-red lip print. For what it was worth, it got me through the rest of my shift, but once I was in my car, I was hit again with that internal heavy feeling.
Driving home, the roads are relatively quiet, and at every red light, I’d tease myself since I was only wearing a black halter dress. By the third red light, I had pulled it up enough that my naughty bits dragged across the leather of the seat, leaving some wetness behind since I had taken my thong off as well. Although being responsible behind the wheel and knowing my fingers didn’t cut it the first time around, I held back on having an orgasm.
By the time I got home, My body was being driven purely by lust, and I forgot my thong on the passenger seat of my car. The cold winter winds were blowing, and it didn’t feel half bad on my soaked bottom half. Yet I still needed something stronger, and I’m so thankful Hubby, and I have a free use contract, so he can’t say no, or that he’s too tired in these desperately horny moments of mine. Getting inside, my dress didn’t stay on much longer than my shoes, leaving both at the door once I locked it behind me.
As usual, on Friday nights, there was evidence of him and NV already having had their fun. Some clothes were on the couch in our living room, and going up the stairs were the pants, and then whatever clothes remained ended up on the bedroom floor. NV and Hubby were naked and out cold, but surprisingly not cuddling, making my job easier, as I went to Hubby’s side of the bed and kissed him. The touch of my lips triggered his eyes to open in a slight daze, but that was all I needed from him as I reached under the sheet and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
Over the years, Hubby and I have developed a way of communicating with each other that doesn’t require words. Tugging on his shaft was me telling him to come with me as he slid closer to the edge of the bed while I stood up. Once we were both on our feet and his shaft was still in my grasp, I pulled him toward the bedroom door. I took him downstairs, pressed him against a wall, looked him dead in the eyes, and told him straight up, “You need a fuck the hell out of me right now, or let me use you as a means to get rid of this frustration.” He was aware of my long day, and still, in a partial daze, he only said okay, and as if awakening the dominant side within him, the way I was pressing my hand against his shoulder and tightly grasping his cock didn’t matter in the slightest.
Without warning, he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, as his hands grabbed my booty cheeks and gave each of them a good spank before spreading them. He then pressed his middle fingers against my plug while his pinkies observed my wetness to check if I was primed and ready to go. Clearly, he felt that I could’ve been wetter because after spanking one of my cheeks, he got on his knees but, while descending, saw the lipstick mark from earlier and looked up at me. “I see you were a naughty girl tonight.” to which I nodded, and in doing so, he changed up his gameplan. Instead of eating me out, he stood back up, put a hand around my neck, and slid two fingers inside me while keeping my back pressed against the wall. Our lips sealed together again, muffling our moans so there’d be less chance of waking NV.
He continued hitting my sweet spot with his fingers until my legs started to wobble, and his fingers dripped with my love juices. He took them out and put them in my mouth. Not gonna lie; I tasted really good at 2am. However, after coming to a non-verbal understanding of how wet I was, he took my hand and walked me to the kitchen island, where he bent me over, pulled my hair, slapped my ass, and dug the fingers of his free hand into my hip, before entering me.
He started at a moderate pace, syncing up with my breathing, as his hands occasionally regripped my hair. When he sped up, the hand he had in my hair went to my shoulder, allowing me to look over my other shoulder at him. He was half awake but completely focused, and then he didn’t hold back at all, which was what I desperately needed. Both his hands were on my hips as he lifted my one leg up, and I was lying flat against the island’s surface; my nips were very sensitive at this point, dragging across the top of the island with each thrust. I wanted to scream out my lust, but I had to keep it bottled up, but I’m sure he knew I came at least twice in that position.
However, the more vocal I became, the quicker we changed things up. He spun me around, picked me up and kissed me, all while penetrating me and taking me to our front window that looks out at the neighbourhood. It was two in the morning, and the likelihood of being seen was slim to none, but it was still a rush as he initially pressed my back against the cold window and had his way. However, his tiredness was setting in. After a couple minutes of bouncing, he put me down before ordering me to turn and put my hands on the glass. Completely naked, the cold chill of the glass teased my palms and my tits as they were pressed against it; meanwhile, Hubby grabbed my hair again and didn’t hold anything back.
Being a few orgasms deep at this point, I was pretty sensitive and quickly became cumdrunk, that I was really just letting Hubby have his way with me. I wouldn’t have said no to anything, and that’s when he leaned forward and seductively growled into my ear, “I’m gonna breed you for being such a good girl.” He then kissed my neck while simultaneously creampieing me. After seeing how much he deposited, I wish it could’ve been a facial since I would’ve been completely glazed. Most of it spilled out right away, but I was surprisingly creamy after waking up this morning while doing a quick but relaxing self-check.
Anyway, his words triggered a final orgasm from me as well, and my legs would no longer support me. Picking me up in his arms, he carried me back to the bedroom and put me in the middle of the bed beside NV. Being really cumdrunk at that point, it’s mostly a blur, but I’m pretty sure NV was up, and she kissed me, then made a sly comment about my lips being wet and that they tasted sweet, but I may have imagined that.
Now after roughly four hours of sleep, I was the first to get up. The first thing I did was get my thong from the car before the neighbours had the chance to potentially see it or see me running out in just an oversized T-shirt and nothing else while walking their dogs. However, I did slip on some ice and flashed my pussy to the world momentarily. I then immediately started writing this. Hubby and NV have also gotten up since, and I told him to tell NV what we did, but he must’ve been out of it more than I realized since he doesn’t remember much of it. I asked him about the breeding comment, and he claims to have no recollection of that either, but I do. As a person who typically prefers facials, I have a feeling this weekend will likely result in me having a sexy cream-filled centre come Monday.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10tnrcj/mff_late_night_stress_relief