*Hey GWS! I know it’s been a minute, but I wanted to share a story from several months back. Hope you like it. And as always, check out my past posts if you’ve got the time.*
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It’s was 6:28 and she hadn’t arrived yet. I’d texted her earlier to arrange the time.
At the hotel, I’d said.
It’s surprisingly nice, I’d said.
Apparently they’re at capacity, so you’re gonna have to keep your voice down, I’d said.
She’d laughed.
You’re gonna have to help me with that, she’d replied.
I’d sent her [this photo.](https://www.erome.com/a/eB47V8Px) It was just a small travel kit, but I’d known it would do the trick.
We can use the gag, I’d said.
Holy shit, she replied.
She’d been walking through her office when she’d opened my text. Carrying a box in her arms. As soon as she saw the photo, she’d dropped it.
That’s when we’d agreed on the time.
But now it was 6:30. Another minute and she’d be late. I’d have to make a note of that. What’s the point of having rules if they weren’t enforced?
I turned my attention to the game starting on the television. Outside, the desert sun was setting.
A few seconds later, I heard a knock on the door.
**HER**
I’d enjoyed talking to him, our conversations had flowed easily. He turned me on so much. He knew what I needed to hear, how to appeal to the dirty slut inside me. I’d told him what I wanted, my hard limits and soft, what I wanted to explore. I felt silly and inexperienced, but he was patient and respectful. I’d send him pictures and he’d praise them. When he’d asked me to squeeze my breasts for him, I’d hesitated. “Why not?” he’d asked. I’d bit my lip, then typed my response: “Because milk will come out.” I’d told him the truth about my situation, about my divorce, assuming it would be the end of our flirting. But he was supportive. I felt like I could trust him and decided that I absolutely wanted to meet — if it could fit my busy schedule.
“We’ll make it work,” he’d said. “Moms deserve to have fun too.”
That was weeks ago. And now I was racing through a hotel a few blocks from my office, trying to make it to our room before the clock reached 6:31. By the time I got to the door, I was late. I knew he was inside. I knew he was waiting. I took a deep breath and knocked.
He opened it seconds later. He was tall and so good looking. Dominance evident in the way he held his posture and the way he was looking at me.
“Hi!” I said.
“Come in,” he instructed.
I walked in and he closed the door behind me. I started to take another step and before I could form words to thank him meeting me, I felt his hand tangle into my hair and pull me back, pinning me against the door. His other hand went straight to my throat.
“You’re late,” he growled. “Do you know what happens to sluts who are late?”
I had told him what my fantasy was the week prior, how I’d wanted our hotel meet to go. I hadn’t expected him to remember, or give me exactly what I’d asked for. Now it was happening. I was too stunned to speak.
Suddenly, the hand that was in my hair stung my cheek with a slap.
“Answer,” he said.
I knew I needed to, but the choking, while not restricting my airway or ability to speak, was affecting my ability to form coherent thoughts. I was slipping into sub space.
“Y-y-yes Sir…” was all I could say.
He slapped me again. “Sluts who are late get punished. Do you deserve to be punished?”
His grip on my throat got tighter. My vision started to blur at the edges, and the fire in my pussy ignited.
“Y-y-yes Sir…”
**HIM**
I slapped her again, keeping my eyes locked on hers, but holding back a bit to ensure I caught her on the cheek and not her ear (miss the mark and you can rupture an eardrum). I leaned in and kissed her roughly. Building our intimacy. Disciplining, but reminding her of our connection.
Her lips were plump and pillowy. Her tongue, soft and seeking mine. I left my hand around her throat, squeezing at the sides, but avoiding pressure on her windpipe. My other hand groped at her, feeling her body.
I waited until her breathing quickened and her slight moaning began to echo in my mouth. I let go of her throat and took a couple steps back. If I was right, she’d come to me. We held each other’s gaze for a moment. Then…
**HER**
I needed him to touch me again. So I took a step forward and reached out for him.
“Did I say you could touch me?” he asked.
I stopped and my hand fell to my side.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded. ”Quickly.”
I left my clothes in a pile at my feet.
“Now stand back,” he continued. “I want to make sure you’re acceptable.”
I didn’t hesitate. I took a couple steps backwards, then stood there breathing heavily while he inspected me. It seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. I felt shy, but I didn’t want to be shy. I wanted this sexy man to be turned on by what he saw. “You’ll do” he finally said, then stepped towards me, grabbing my hair and kissing me roughly again. I was aching to touch him but I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
**HIM**
She’d made me wait. Now it was her turn.
I looked her over, amazed by what great shape she was in, how tight her body was. Petite and toned. Whatever her secret was, she could make a fortune selling it. There was no way to tell that she’d had a kid a few years before. But I couldn’t let her know.
Not yet, anyway.
This moment was about promises — and the discipline that comes from breaking them.
I was only in Arizona for a few hours. She needed to learn that every second mattered.
So I left her there, desperately and obviously craving touch. My fingers on her body. Her fingers on mine. I could see the hairs on her arm starting to stand. The way she swayed ever so gently.
Maybe it’s because it’s because the AC was set to 68. Maybe it was anticipation. Finally, I said the words she wanted to hear.
Get on your knees, I said.
And suck my cock, I said.
**HER**
I went straight to my knees and reached for his jeans. While he didn’t have a belt on they were the type that button up the fly and my hands were shaking. I struggled for half a second before he undid his buttons for me and I pulled his cock out and attacked it. I just wanted to please Sir and make him feel good. I sucked and throated his cock, licked and rubbed my face in his balls. I loved hearing that I was a good girl. “Mmhmm,” I murmured, his balls in my mouth.
[It looked like this.]( https://www.erome.com/a/1ZJecLtu)
Then he told me to do something I’d been waiting for since the first time I showed him in a video. “Put your milk all over my cock and suck it.” I was so turned on. I’d never lactated for anyone on purpose before, let alone sucked my milk off someone’s cock. I was panting and moaning while both of us squirted my milk on to his cock. And then I sucked it off of his cock.
“How does it taste?” he asked.
“So fucking good,” I moaned. And it did. My milk was sweet and it made his cock somehow more delicious to suck.
He dragged me over to the bed and put me on my knees again. He sat on the bed, and pulled me in to rim him. All of him tasted so good and I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. Suddenly he sat up and my head snapped back with his hand in my hair.
“Have you ever been spit on?” He asked.
I shook my head.
“Would you like it?”
That night felt like a lot of firsts and I was willing to try anything.
“Yes, Sir.”
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue like a good little pet. His spit went straight to the back of my throat. I swallowed, then opened my mouth again asking for more. The second one hit the same target. I loved it!
**HIM**
Now get on the bed, I said.
Let me taste that pussy I’ve been dreaming about, I said.
She did. I kissed her mouth, then ran my tongue over her breasts. I bit her chest and ran my tongue down her stomach, before reaching her pussy. I didn’t take any photos, but she’d sent me some before.
[It looked like this.](https://www.erome.com/a/ESnzkcae)
She came quickly under my tongue. Her legs quivering and hips bucking under me. I stood up and looked at her, her eyes wide, overwhelmed by the moment but eager to press on.
Now come to the edge of the bed, I said.
I want to look at you in the mirror while I fuck you, I said.
**HER**
I’d been so consumed by everything that I hadn’t noticed the full-length mirror on the wall. I did as Sir said and awaited his cock, my pussy throbbing. But first, he told me, it was time for me to give him my ass. I presented it to him. He slid a plug inside. It went in without a problem. “That was too easy,” he said. “I think you need a bigger one.” We went through two more, until I took the largest one.
He spanked me, then tore into a condom wrapper. Once he rolled it on, he tried to enter me… once, twice, three times, but the plug he’d just slid in my ass was making it hard, making my pussy so tight. On the fourth try he entered, pushing hard in to me.
Holy. Fuck. I’d never felt so full. He started to thrust in and out of my pussy, fingers digging into my hips and ass.
“Oh my fucking god!” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good!”
I wonder what my face looked like in the mirror. I couldn’t focus on anything but the intense pleasure from having both my holes stretched by his cock and the large plug.
**HIM**
Within a few minutes, I knew I wouldn’t be able hold out for much longer. The combination of the biggest plug we had and how tight her pussy was, not to mention the way her lips gripped my cock… it was lethal.
Your pussy is so fucking tight, I said.
I’m not going to last much longer, I said.
And I didn’t.
I pulled out, peeled off the condom, and stood next to the bed. She instinctively jumped off the bed and onto my knees in front of me.
Open your mouth, I said.
**HER**
I waited for his cum like a good little slut. Most of his cum hit it’s mark straight in to my hot waiting mouth and I swallowed it all! I had never swallowed or wanted to swallow a load as much as I wanted his. I felt so proud of myself and the obedient little cum slut he was turning me into.
[It looked like this.](https://www.erome.com/a/JgYov7CH)
We talked for a bit on the bed while I straddled his lap. About the days we’d just had, about the trips both of us were planning in the coming weeks. I didn’t take the plug out and I didn’t want to. I wanted to let it sit there, so that he could use my ass later.
**HIM**
We’d go again, but that’s a story for another time.
**HER**
Days later I would rub over one of the spots on my chest that he bit, still tender where he left marks under my skin…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/elmbpt/the_time_i_learned_moms_deserve_to_have_fun_too_mf