So, some fallout after that last post. Paul moved out about a week later, even though Bill gave him a month, he was back at his parents place in a week. Didn’t want that couch back for whatever reason. Bill didn’t seem to mind that though, it’s a nice couch, just the right height in back. There were also 2 other cameras that Bill didn’t notice, but he made sure those were all gone. It was awkward for that week, Bill tried to spend more time at my place while also worried that Paul might try something stupid, but I understood. I had a full schedule that week, so it was pretty minimal contact all around. The one thing I asked Paul for the last time I saw him was for a copy of the video, and of course to delete it himself, or Bill could go after him for spying on him/us. I’ve watched it a few times now, and I can’t help but touch myself while doing so, watching that whore on the video cum again and again, then realizing that whore is me.
That first night after Paul finally left, I went over to see Bill, make sure he was doing alright, also it had been a week since we fucked, and I wanted to do it again. I didn’t exactly hide my intentions when I came over wearing a nice sundress, and nothing else, I wasn’t trying to be subtle. It took him all of 30 seconds to realize this as he noticed my nipples standing out underneath the dress. When he did notice, he asked me if I was wearing that dress for him, to which I replied yes, just the dress. This was enough for him to literally sweep me off my feet and carry me into his room “we’re gonna have some proper fun now”. The sudden show of strength and the commanding nature of his voice would have been enough to soak my panties, if I had been wearing any. He laid me down gently on his bed and I wasted no time in taking the dress off, while he undid his shirt and pants in record time before diving between my legs.
Goddamn, I don’t know where he learned how to do the things he can do with his tongue, but he should seriously teach a class or something. It wasn’t long before I was rubbing my hands through his hair and pushing down on his head as I started to cum on his face. Before I could fully come down from my state of bliss, he had stood up and placed his cock where his lips were. He went to thrust in, but “missed” and just rubbed the length of his cock on my clit, until he got to the point where he would have been balls deep, and I never realized just how deep he was getting. His cock was resting on my stomach, and the head was on my belly button, and he just stood there with a grin on his face, watching me realize just how deep he could go. Then in one motion he pulled back and slowly plunged inside my soaked lips with surprisingly little resistance. He made slow and deep strokes, almost coming out all the way before reversing and going back until he was balls deep again, his balls slapping against my asshole each time. These slow and deep strokes were enough to bring me back to the edge, painfully close, but something was preventing me from going over. Bill seemed to enjoy my frustration with the grin that never seemed to leave his face. Finally, he brought a hand down to play with my clit, and that was like pushing a button, a red, engorged button labeled Cum. I felt myself spasming on his cock as I finally went over that edge, and he left himself buried all the way inside me, enjoying the feeling and sight of me before him.
After I came down a bit, I got up and turned around, on my hands and knees, shaking my ass for him. I looked back and told him he can be a bit rough if he wanted, I can take it. In hindsight, I should have realized that last time he was “a bit rough” I passed out, but I hadn’t eaten for a while, and was tired after a grueling shift. This time I had a surprisingly easy shift, and ate before coming over, so I thought I’d be fine. Bill grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer to him, then started fucking me with a passion. His cock was reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust, and his balls were slapping my clit each time he bottomed out. The stimulation was enough to make me cum quickly, and hard. I collapsed onto my elbows as I rode this orgasm out, and Bill didn’t stop with his assault. He just kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting and I kept moaning into his pillows, finally realizing why all those skanks he brought over couldn’t keep their mouths shut before. I lost track of time, becoming a moaning puddle of fluids that was getting fucked properly for the first time in years (well, technically a week, but you know what I mean).
Eventually I could feel his thrusts starting to become erratic and had enough brain cells functioning that I could tell he was close to cumming. I was ready for him to fill me up again when I got an urge to try something else. I used what willpower I had to get out “Face”, and he seemed to get the message as he pulled out and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. He climbed up and was kneeling on top of me with his cock only a few inches from my face, it seemed bigger than I remembered, and it was glistening in my own juices. Before I knew it, he was shooting rope after rope of cum out onto my face. Well, the first one did get into my hair, but the rest were on target, practically glazing my face over with cum. He even managed to avoid getting any in my eyes, which might not seem like much, but that shit stings, and it’s nice when I guy has good aim. When he finished painting my face, he collapsed onto the bed beside me, taking a minute to let the blood rush back to other essential parts of his body.
After we both regained out senses, Bill couldn’t help but stare, admiring his handiwork all over my face. I guess I was laying there with my mouth ajar, because he actually started scooping the cum up and trying to feed it to me. I didn’t get to before since I made him cum down my throat the first time, then the rest of that night he came inside me, so I was a bit curious. It wasn’t bitter, It was actually sweet, and the second time he stuck his cum covered finger in my mouth I playfully sucked it dry, then took over in getting as much as I could reach down my throat. We eventually both got in the shower and rinsed off, no funny business in there this time, then we went to sleep.
Over the next few weeks, I spent more and more time over at Bill’s place, not just because it was closer, or for the sex, but because after a long shift it was nice to not go back to an empty apartment, it’s nice to have someone waiting for me after a long day. Bill’s gym was still closed, so he was always there when I got home. Eventually, I realized that despite our spending most of the time together and essentially being a couple, we had never gone on a proper date, and while current world conditions make that hard, I was determined to show him how much I appreciated him being there. I was also determined to let him try and fuck my ass. One of those was easier than the other, but eventually, both were done.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iff451/i_didnt_know_what_if_was_missing