The other day, I posted about wanting to give a handjob in r/dirtyr4r. I did and that was that. I had no intention of making it a thing or going back to the man who came on his office floor for me, but then he texted me and the adventures have begun. I have titled this Part 2 because the handjob success (also posted in r/dirtyr4r) is now deemed Part 1. I would love to let anyone who cares to read any of this, follow along in what could be crazy hot sexy fun. Please enjoy because I absolutely have been.
A couple days after the handjob in the office, my new friend had been texting me. We had agreed to meet up a few days after our initial visit but then after texting, we decided to meet again that morning. I only had a few minutes but he came to see me anyway. I met him at a local cafe, well actually, I met him in the bathroom of said cafe. We made out a bit, rubbed a little through his pants, pressed our bodies close together, and enjoyed what little time there was. We talked a bit after and then he walked me to work. I was so turned on the whole day I could smell my arousal. It was delicious and enticing.
The morning we planned on meeting, I arrived at his office and made my way up the stairs where he said he’d be waiting with his pants down. I walked up a few flights and there he was. Was hard not to have a wicked grin on my face. He’d been instructed to ask me a question when I arrived and, like such a good boy, he did right away.
“May I see what you are wearing under your clothes?”
I smiled, stood a couple stairs down from him and lifted my shirt. I had on a piece of lingerie that was incredibly sexy and I loved watching him look at me. We started kissing and I told him to edge for me and count them out as he finishes. Watching is a huge turn on for me so I am standing and enjoying every second of this.
Edge 1 done. Now another.
I touch and kiss and watch him throughout this process, every now and then lightly grazing his balls or dick with my fingertips. Now, I do need to explain part of who I have found him out to be. He’s a bull and has quite the twisted little sadistic side to him (albeit deliciousness). Always Dominant, always in control, you don’t tell him no. Before I met him in the beginning, I asked if he could tame the Dom and he said he would. Now let’s get back to the story. During his edging, his eyes change a bit, it’s subtle but I recognize it immediately. He needs control. He grabs my hair, hard, and kisses me, pulling my head wherever he wants it. I look him in the eyes and calmly tell him to let go, twice. He does, I fold my arms and take a step down from him. Putting distance, which he does not like, between us. He apologizes and I tell him I didn’t ask him to stop edging.
At about edge number 6, we make our way down to his empty work and sit on the couch. I touch him, give him teasing little licks, stroke him, he edges, and we make out. He kneels down and presses his body against mine, we interlace our fingers and again his eyes change. I don’t even need to ask what he wants, I already know. I smile at him and he knows he has my permission. His grip becomes firmer and then my arms are pinned down. Then he brings my elbows together and locks them there, kissing my neck and chest. Brings them above my head while his mouth becomes frantic, he pulls my shirt down and sucks and then assaults my nipples, I am very sore today. What a delightful reminder of his mouth. I can feel his mood shifting so I calmly whisper, “let go, ” and he does.
Edge number 12 came and he is now sore and hurting. I tell him to cum for me, I want to feel it. He gets close and closes his eyes, I firmly tell him to look at me when he cums. His strained face, his grunts, his moaning, his hot cum all over my hand….ecstasy. This is what I love. We talk for a while and he sits nearly naked while I am fully clothed. The discussion leads to why I don’t let him touch me. I whisper in his ear, “you don’t deserve it yet.”
He dresses and we move into another room, standing and kissing and talking. We talk about fantasies and regular life. We realize we share a lot of similarities and it’s…freeing. We touch him more, I suck his dick a bit, he opens my throat in a tantalizing way as I take him deeper and I do one of my favorite things, I lick and suck his balls. I did take his hand and place it on my throat, giving him a slight amount of what he craves. When his eyes change into the man that takes what he wants…it’s intoxicating. He squeezed and squeezed, watching each other’s eyes. Whispering “let go” when I’d had enough. He immediately stopped. We talked a bit more and then parted ways.
This entire experience cannot be described by words. I am at a loss, but I hope you stick around and enjoy this journey with me. A deeper part of me is coming out, one that has never been freed before and I am excited to see what happens next.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e74cx8/fm_ongoing_adventures_with_a_new_friend_pt_2
Jesus Christ, that’s fucking hot. Thank you for sharing!