Just really want to share it with someone because there’s no one IRL that I talk to about sex (except my partner). I’ve never written something like this before so I hope it’s worth reading!
A while back we started filming ourselves having sex and that was so fun. Lately we’ve both been working so much though that sex has kind of become a footnote. I took yesterday off work and halfway through the day I was actually surprised to find that I was horny. I went to bed and watched our videos, playing with my favorite vibe and my Christmas gift (a dildo made from a mold of his cock), and then got ready to pick him up from work.
I wore a short dress, a long coat, my highest heels, and nothing else. When I arrived at his work he was outside smoking. I got out of the car to share a few drags and walking back I unzipped my coat and flashed my ass at him. He followed me to the car with a wolf grin and as I buckled myself back in and spread my legs he shoved two fingers in my cunt. He brought me right to the edge of orgasm and stopped, denying my completion. As I drove us home he teased the edges of my labia but wouldn’t touch my aching clit.
As soon as we shut the front door he pounced, pinning me to the wall for a long kiss and then commanding me to sit on the sofa and present my pussy. He kneeled between my legs and ate and fingered me until I was dripping wet and delirious.
“Go to the bedroom. You may not get undressed. Wait for me standing, facing the bed.”
I went and waited, anticipation creeping along my spine, thighs clenching. I heard him enter the room. He placed some items on the table and came to stand behind me. Slowly his hands teased up my thighs and stomach, carrying the thin fabric of my dress as they went. He pressed closer, nuzzling and biting my neck as his warm palms ghosted across my hard nipples. He became impatient, tugging the dress off and pinching both nipples hard, making me cry out with pleasure. I tried to lean forward on the bed for support, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back to him, sinking his teeth into my neck, one hand still pulling my nipple while the other snaked between my legs to stroke my clit.
“You’re so *wet*. You’re hungry aren’t you my little slut?”
“Yes Sir. I *can’t* imagine why, Sir.”
The hand that was rubbing my pussy pulled away and he smacked me sharply on the ass. “Don’t get smart. Get on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs.”
I did as I was told, trembling and dizzy with want.
“Good girl. I’m going to play with your nipples. You may not cum. You will let me know when you are close.”
“Yes Sir.”
He laid beside me, fingertips dragging along my thighs and up my abdomen, pausing now and then to circle back. They arrived at my breast, blunt nails scraping along the swell of the underside and following the curve around the perimeter. I trembled. My nipples were puckered, achingly hard already. But he did not give me relief. His hand moved back down to the other thigh, repeating its progress up the other side. Then, suddenly, he was tugging on one nipple and suckling at the other, scraping with his teeth and soothing with his tongue. I had already been so close and the pleasure was intense.
“Please sir I’m going to cum!”
I let out an involuntary whine as he paused, blowing cold air over my nipples.
“I told you what to expect, did I not?”
“You did, Sir.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No Sir, I promise Sir.”
“Good girl,” he breathed, lowering his head back to my breast and returning to his rigorous assault on my senses.
My hands grasped at the pillows, the bedsheets, his back, and his hair, seeking some kind of stability.
Four more times I had to tell him that I was too close, and four more times he stopped. I could feel my pussy dripping, the sheets damp between my thighs. My cries of pleasure were becoming hoarse. I wanted so bad to beg for my orgasm, but I bit my tongue, knowing that any plea would be met with extended denial.
“You’ve been very good,” he murmured, lips pressing a line along my cheek and neck. “Very good. Would you like to cum?”
*YES PLEASE* I thought, but remembered myself, “If Sir so desires…”
“Very much.” Once more his hot mouth closed around my nipple, but his hand did not reach for the other. Three fingers pushed inside me, stretching me, rubbing my gspot in hard, purposeful strokes. I screamed in unabashed gratification, feeling myself squirt into the palm of his hand.
“Soooo gooooood my sweet girl.” He slid down the bed, burying himself between my legs, tongue and fingers working in tandem to make me cum and cum for him. He reached over to the table and a moment later I felt him dragging a toy along my slit, coating it in my juices. As his mouth returned to my clit I felt pressure against my ass, the slow thrust of a plug entering me. Every few centimeters he would pull it back out and start over. I bit my lip to keep myself from begging. The more he filled my ass, the emptier my pussy felt. One final thrust and he left the plug in, but he pulled away.
“I think you deserve a little break… I’ll go get you some water.”
He left the room and I repositioned myself on the bed, still on my back with my head hanging over the edge. I wanted a drink, but not of water. I knew I may be punished, but that the pleasure would outweigh the cost.
He came back in with a glass, taking in my new position as he set it on the dresser.
“I didn’t tell you to move.”
“I’m sorry Sir.”
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Want me to fuck that pretty throat?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Want me to feed you my cum?”
“Please Sir.”
“You have been good…. and good girls are always rewarded…” He took his cock in his hand and my mouth dropped open.
“I certainly love that response,” he said, pushing as deep as he could.
I swallowed eagerly as I felt the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. He began a slow movement and I moaned, urging him faster. I love it so when he fucks my mouth. His hands found my breasts again, squeezing and teasing them, sending shivers through me. It’s always so hard for me to focus on my technique when he starts to please me, but I forced my attention back to pressing my tongue against his shaft and flicking it across the head between each thrust.
“Sir has such a good little cocksucker.”
I moaned again, basking in his praise. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a pop. I arched trying to reach it but he lifted it away from me. Tilting my head further back, I took his balls in my mouth instead. This earned a loud groan and a curse. I laved over each testicle with my tongue, devoting attention to each in turn until his thighs shook and he moved away just enough to shove his cock back down my throat, thrusting hard and fast.
“I’m close to cumming,” he warned, but as I increased my efforts to bring him to orgasm he pulled away entirely.
“No,” he said. “No I don’t think I’m going to cum down your throat tonight. Get on your hands and knees.”
I hesitated, pouting.
“Hands and knees, now.”
I had barely gotten into position when a hard smack rang out, heat blossoming on my ass where he had struck. He started a pattern, moving down one cheek and then the other. When both cheeks had been covered he gave one last slap at the crease of my ass between both, forcing me to clench around the plug and moan.
“Why are you being spanked?”
“Because I was being bratty, Sir.”
“Does Sir like a bratty sub?”
“No Sir.”
“No he does not.”
He repeated the pattern, over and over, until my ass was satisfactorily red and stinging. He spread my legs, ghosted his fingers across my cunt and the flared base of the plug. And then he was inside me.
The curve of his cock hit my gspot just right, and the press of his hips pushed the plug in more firmly. I couldn’t trace the end of one moan or the start of another, I was so lost in the pleasure of him. And when I thought I couldn’t feel any better, he turned on my wand vibe and placed it right under my clit, grinding me into it and making me scream. The tighter my pussy clenched around him the harder he slammed into me, determined to fill me. And a moment later, he did, shouting my name in elation as his cum coated the inside of my cunt. The weight of his final thrust held me against the vibe and I was shrieking and twitching, still orgasming around his spent cock.
“Red, red, RED!” I shouted the safe word, unable to stand any more pleasure. He turned off the vibe and pulled out slowly, kissing my back and my hips and ass and thighs.
Jelly-legged, I struggled to lay down, shaking with aftershocks. The room went dark and his warm arms surrounded me, his body pressing tight to mine as he pulled the blankets around us.
It was the perfect night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5lb7tm/fm_a_delightful_scene_from_last_night_i_am_the
Perfect indeed
“I’ve never written something like this before ”
I don’t believe you, but that’s not at all a bad thing. Well done.
Turned on? Yes Wanking? Yes Are you lucky? YESS
Compliments on your writing skills.
You write “I have to share this with someone …).” Does Sir know and is he OK with you sharing this with the world?
It’s a wonderful feeling to share sex stories, even with strangers. Ypu feel so free and it’s nice to go back to the lovely sensations you felt then. :) Great writing! I love BDSM stories
Super sexy story!
R/wgw330
Excellent story.