An instruction guide in narrative form.
I’d been horny all day, and couldn’t hide it. Well, maybe I could have, but I certainly didn’t want to. I wanted to feel his cock on my throbbing vulva, or his face in between my legs, or his cum on my face and tits, or all of the above. God, all of the above. I squirmed in the seat of my car as I drove home from work, as quickly as I dared without risking a speeding ticket. It didn’t help that he had been sending me hot texts throughout the day.
“I can’t wait to rip your clothes off you”
“I’m gonna fuck you until you scream and cum all over my cock”
“Go put your fingers in your pussy and tell me how wet you are. Make sure to get a picture ?”
Of course I obliged to that last one, and responded with the pic and the words “Fucking soaked.”
When I got home he had made dinner, and as much as I wanted to jump his bones, I knew I should eat something since I hadn’t really had lunch (a terrible habit of mine). The whole time he just smirked at me between bites, and I felt my panties getting wetter at his sexy smugness. He knew I was dying to get fucked, and that meant I was right where he wanted me.
When I finally finished eating, I got up to put my plate in the sink. I didn’t even hear him get up, but all of a sudden his warm body pressed into mine, and I could feel his hardness on my ass. I let out a small gasp. I felt him smile into my neck, and then cover it with kisses and nibbles as he started thrusting against me, pushing me hard into the counter. I grabbed the cabinets above me for support, but he quickly pulled my hands down and pushed my face onto the cool countertop. He put one hand on my back and used the other to hold my hip, continuing to drive against my ass over and over. When I let out a few moans of pleasure, he stopped. I stood up, and as soon as I did he grabbed both of my hips and pulled me hard against him. I gasped again, then almost melted to the floor as he whispered in my ear.
“We’re just getting started.” He spun me around now and kissed me violently on the lips. I returned the favor, not able to get enough no matter how hard I tried. He pulled back.
“Take off your clothes.” I hurriedly did as I was told, and stood in my bra and underwear in our kitchen. He ran his hands hungrily down the sides of my body, and I could see in the way his eyes dilated that I had a modicum of control now. I smiled devilishly and pulled at the top of his pants, bringing him closer to me. He didn’t object, and we kissed some more while exploring each other’s bodies. Suddenly he slapped hard on my ass, following it up immediately by grabbing a handful. I gasped for the third time, and he smirked at me again. So much for my control. He picked me up and set me on the counter, then shoved my knees away from each other and stood in the empty space. My vagina was quivering in anticipation, and I couldn’t help thinking that I was probably getting my juices on our kitchen counter. He didn’t seem to care though, and began kissing down my neck to my cleavage. He reached around me and unhooked my bra, then continued nibbling at my skin, leaving little red marks that would undoubtedly become bruises. I love seeing his marks all over me for the next few days after a session like this, it makes me feel like I have a secret, and like he’s claimed my body for himself. He moves down my body, leaving the marks across my inner thighs as well, and putting his hands firmly on both of my knees so I couldn’t close them. It’s not like I wanted to, but something about getting too much pleasure down there makes my legs involuntarily snap shut. He knew that, and he wasn’t going to let it happen today.
Without warning, he scooped me up off the counter, holding me under my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled. He kissed my face and neck and chest as he walked towards our bedroom. He set me down, my feet hitting our cold concrete floors as we kept kissing. He kept his hands around my ass, gripping it hard. I moaned into his lips. He responded by grabbing my shoulders and pushing me backwards onto our bed. He ripped my underwear down my legs, then stood above me, eyeing my naked body. I breathed hard, excitement building in me as I thought about what he might do to me.
“Put your arms up above your head.” I rushed to follow orders, and even skipped ahead and grabbed the metal poles of our bed frame. He watched me while he took his clothes off, his cock finally visible to me. I sighed heavily, shakily. He pulled the fuzzy pink handcuffs from our bedside table and hooked me to the bed frame. I pulled on it a few times, smiling as I showed him that I wouldn’t be able to get out. He smiled back, then climbed on top of me and started rubbing my nipples. His penis was grazing my wet mound. I moaned every time he moved. He put his face into my chest, and flicked his tongue over my raised nipples.
“Fuuuck.” I managed to whisper. He kissed and bit his way up my neck. When he got to my lips he sucked hard on my bottom lip, then reached his hand up and put his thumb against it, pulling my mouth open. I shot my tongue out and quickly licked the tip. He slid his thumb down my face, bringing a small trail of my own saliva with it. He sat up and brought his dick to my face, then wrapped a free hand into the back of my hair. I ran my tongue up his shaft. I moaned and shuddered – I always loved sucking his dick. It made me feel powerful and completely at his mercy at the same time. He shoved himself into my mouth and groaned. I made my best “I’m yours, please fuck me” eyes at him as I sucked. He obliged, and started face fucking me, thrusting into my mouth fast. I couldn’t control the saliva coming out all over his cock, even dripping down my chin a bit.
“Is this what you like? My dick in your face?” I moaned hard, and tried to nod, but he pulled my hair and brought my head back with it. His member popped out of my mouth, and I frantically tried to get it back, but he moved off of me. He grabbed the key to my handcuffs and undid them. I sat up, confused as to what he was doing. I tried to kiss him, but he pushed me back into the bed, and flipped me over onto my stomach. I moaned happily, knowing what was coming next. His hand reached around and under my body, finding its way to my clitoris. A finger slipped into me, his hand positioned perfectly to apply pressure against my pubic bone to intensity the pleasure. It was definitely working. He thrusted against me over and over. I grabbed at the bed frame again, despite not even being handcuffed this time. He was fucking me so hard I could barely get a grip on the bar in front of me.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I heard myself repeating between loud moans, breathing hard.
“Louder, baby girl.” He slowed down his fingers and his pumps, sending shivers down my body. I let out slow, loud moans. Just when I’ve caught my breath, he picks up the speed again.
“Fuck!” I felt my orgasm building already. It’s always so quick when he fucks me this way. My whole body was warm and tingling, my toes curling, and my screams were reaching a previously unknown high pitch. He was similarly close, grunting in my ear. The sounds of his pleasure and the warmth in my ear brought me over the edge, and I screamed out as my body released my climax.
We both laid still for a few minutes, working hard to catch our breath. I thought we were done and sighed happily. Apparently he had other ideas though, because he started working his fingers on my clit again. I sucked in air, and let it out with a moan and a smile. He gradually picked up speed, bringing me back up almost immediately. Another wave of pleasure rolled over me as my second orgasm struck. I grabbed his upper arm, letting him know I needed to stop and breathe again. He chuckled and allowed me a break, making large, gentle circles around my clit instead of quick flicks. I took large breaths and relished in the massage my pussy was getting.
“Turn over so I can cum on you.”
“Oh, god, yes,” I scrambled to roll to my back. “Cuff me,” I said. We laughed and he got me hooked to the bed frame again. He brought his cock over me and stuck it in my mouth for lubrication, then began masturbating over me. I stared, lusting after his rock hard dick and mentally willing him to make a mess of me. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. He exploded on me, shooting cum out onto my face and then my tits. He looked down at his work when he was finally done. I wiped a small bit of semen from my cheek with a finger and stuck it in my mouth, keeping direct eye contact with him the whole time. He watched intently, then hungrily kissed me.
“Watch it,” I giggled. He smiled and got me a towel and some water. “I think I’ll need a shower.” We both laughed, kissed again, and then headed for the shower together.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jtvlk0/rough_me_up_fm