“What else could you possibly have in mind?” You ask in playful disbelief, sitting up on the bed and scooting away from the wet spot underneath you.
“Everything that I have in mind,” I say, pushing you back down onto the bed, pinning your arms above your head, looking down at you, “requires you to lay there just like this and do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”
You smile awkardly, not sure what I could possibly ask you to do that I haven’t already made you do tonight. I squeeze your wrists firmly, raising my eyebrows, my eyes locked on yours, waiting for an answer. I feel your body relax underneath me as you exhale, giving a small nod and a soft smile.
“Good. I think you have a lot more you want to show me.”
“Like what?” You whisper.
“Let’s find out,” I say, letting go of your wrists and standing up. I turn toward the bedside table, bending down to open the bottom drawer, loudly rummaging around. You roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one arm, trying to see what I’m doing. I stop rummaging and turn towards you, pushing you back down onto the pillow, gently grabbing your wrists again and placing them back above your head. I hold them there for a brief moment. I finally lean over and give you a soft kiss on your forehead, hands still pinning your wrists down to the bed. I look you in the eyes. “Do not fucking move until I tell you to move. Do you understand?”
I smile down at you, your wide eyes staring up at me as you nod again. I squeeze your wrists, this time more firmly than before. “Good girl,” I say, letting go and turning my attention back to the bedside drawer. You know which drawer I’m digging through. You wonder what I’m looking for. You hear me start to pull things out and toss them next to you on the bed. One, two, three… Maybe four? You turn your head to see most of your sex-toy collection laying on the bed next to your face, me casually rearranging them, lining them up from biggest to smallest.
“I don’t think those are all going to fit at once,” you say, letting out an anxious little laugh, your eyes darting between my face and the line of toys on the bed.
“Not all in one spot, they won’t,” I say dismissively, not even looking up.
You let out another laugh, turning your head back to stare at the ceiling. “What the fuck am I doing?” I hear you whisper to yourself as you shake your head, swallowing nervously.
“Hey,” I say softly, putting one hand on your cheek to turn your head until your eyes meet mine. “I just want you to see what I see.”
You stare back at me, bothered, waiting for whatever obscene thing I’m about to say next. I finally smile, breaking the silence. “And I absolutely love what I see.”
You crack a small smile, eyes closing, your expression softening just a bit as I lean in to kiss you. My tongue flicks across your lips and I hear a tiny moan as my hand leaves your cheek, running down your neck and across your chest, stopping to run my fingers along the top of your flower-print bra. You open your eyes as I pull back with another flick of my tongue, my finger sliding under your bra strap, riding it up to your collarbone and then back down. My other hand is next to your head, playing with a few strands of hair falling across the pillow. I turn my head, looking down your body, feeling my heart beat faster seeing your skirt still bunched around your waist, panties soaked, twisted, and still pulled to one side. My eyes slowly move up your body until our eyes lock again, letting the silence linger for several moments, twisting your hair in my fingers, thinking of all the things I want to do to you laying there.
“Do you want to keep going?” I finally whisper. You give a shy nod, blinking slowly but never breaking our gaze. “I need to hear you say it,” I say, leaning in slightly, voice still at a whisper.
“I want you to keep going,” you say quietly and without hesitation. “Please don’t stop.”
I give a small smile, dropping your hair from my fingers and running my other hand up your neck as I stand up. My hand hovers over the line-up of sex toys on the bed, stopping to grab the biggest one, before changing my mind and picking up the one next to it. The red one. 7 inches. The one that’s just a little bigger than me, longer, thicker. The one that stretches you just enough. The one that hits those deep spots that I never could.
I bring it into view just above your face, gripping it tightly, stroking it twice before bringing it up to my mouth. I spit on it, slowly stroking as I lower it again, letting it hang just above your mouth. I run the wet head across your lips, pulling your bottom lip down. “Open for me, sweetie,” I whisper, watching your lips part, letting me slide the toy all the way to the back of your mouth. I pull it out slowly, immediately pushing it back in, deeper this time, repeating it over and over until the toy glistens and spit is running down your cheeks. I pull it out one last time, dragging it down your body, over your skirt until it rests on your soaked panties. I reach down with my other hand and pull them to the side, immediately pushing the toy deep into you, forcing a small groan from your lips as you throw your head back. I hold it there for a moment, eventually making small motions as I work it deeper and deeper inside you, until I feel it won’t go any further.
I look back up at your face, your head thrown back, eyes closed, gritting your teeth and holding your breath as you feel it pushed deeper and deeper. “Too much?” I whisper, watching you exhale and shake your head, still gritting your teeth. “Good. You’re doing great, sweetie,” I say as I pull your panties back into place, watching you take another deep breath as the toy is trapped deep inside you.
I reach down and pick up another toy, the big one this time. I repeat the same process, this time making eye contact the entire time as I spit on it, stroking it slowly as your lips part, pushing it to the back of your mouth. This time I don’t stop, pushing it deeper and deeper, as you feel it bending and sliding down your throat. Your eyes widen and you start to choke but I push just a little further, causing your body to convulse as you try to push me out of your throat. You feel yourself clamp down around the toy buried in your pussy, feeling relentlessly full from both ends. After a few moments I pull the cock all the way out of your mouth with one hand, while I cup my hand over your pussy, holding the other toy inside you as you gasp for breath.
You catch your breath just as you feel me pull your panties to the side, grabbing the dildo, pulling it out and pushing it back inside you in slow, intentional motions. You close your eyes again, lost in the rhythm. After a few moments you feel the other toy touch your lips again, you hear me whispering, “open your mouth for me, baby. All the way.” Without even thinking, you open your mouth wide, letting me push all the way to the back of your throat again, pulling it back out when it reaches its deepest point, immediately pushing back firmly into your throat. Again and again, in and out of your throat and pussy, each of my hands moving in a constant rhythm.
This keeps up for several minutes, not slowing down, not speeding up, the only sounds in the room are those tiny moans trapped deep in your throat as your pussy is filled again and again. Your eyes are closed, your back arched, almost hypnotized by the rhythm and the overwhelming feeling of being fucked so deeply from both angles. You feel your throat stretch each time, but the urge to choke is gone, you lay there just letting it happen.
Eventually you hear my voice, and it takes a minute to bring yourself back to reality, to hear what I’m asking. “Who is fucking you?” You hear me whisper next to your ear. You open your eyes and turn your head to see me kneeling down next to the bed, both of my hands still moving at the same rhythm, driving the toys in and out of you. You wait for me to pull the toy out of your throat, trying to find an opportunity to speak.
“You are,” you finally say, just as I push back into your throat.
“No, sweetie,” I whisper, shaking my head, my hands not missing a beat. “Close your eyes.”
I watch your eyes close as you turn back towards the ceiling. Another minute passes as both toys slide in and out of you in the same rhythm as before. When I see you lost in the moment, I ask again.
“You have a cock in your throat, and you have a cock in your pussy, baby,” I say, watching you try to nod your head despite the bulge in your throat. “You’re doing so good, baby. Do you like having a cock deep in your pussy and another in your throat like this?” You nod again, trying to speak, but my hand doesn’t slow down enough for you to get the words out. “Good, baby. That’s good. Now I want you to keep your eyes closed, but I want you to look up. I want you to look up and tell me, who is fucking you? Who is using your throat?” I whisper a little louder than before. “Who do you see?”
My hands slow down, pulling the toy all the way out of your mouth to give you a chance to speak. You take a deep breath, stammering, “Baby, I don’t know what you–” I push the cock back into your mouth before you can finish your sentence.
“Shhh,” I say softly. “It’s okay, sweetie. You can tell me. Who is using your pretty little mouth right now?”
I pull the toy out again as I watch you shake your head, still stumbling over your words. “I can’t. I don’t think we shou–“. Your words are cut off again as the cock slides back down your throat. My other hand hasn’t slowed down, still pushing in and out of your pussy.
“Say it,” I whisper, pulling out of your mouth again. Another few moments pass as I watch you trying to fight it, looking like you’re barely even noticing the thick cock passing in and out between your lips. “Say it,” I whisper again. “Say his name.”
Your eyes are still shut, holding your breath. I can’t tell if you’re about to cry or if you’ve been crying for the past few minutes. You exhale and I pull the cock all the way out of your mouth, leaning in to hear you whisper. The moment I hear his name escape your lips I push the cock back into your throat as I continue fucking you with both hands, trying to subdue the rage I feel at hearing his name, surprised at my own reaction.
“From work?” I ask after several moments, both hands still working steadily.
You nod. This time I’m sure I can see tears falling from the corners of your eyes. You look absolutely ashamed, as you lay there helpless, hungrily swallowing the cock sliding down your throat again and again.
“I thought you said you hated him,” I say quietly.
“I do,” you struggle to say in between thrusts.
“Then why,” I whisper, my hand speeding up slightly as I push even deeper into your throat, “why are you letting him fuck your pretty little throat like this?”
I don’t give you a chance to answer, both my hands gripping the toys, fucking you as deeply as possible. I hear you try to say something and I see a few more tears roll down the sides of your face, falling onto the pillow below. You barely have time to breathe in between thrusts, and soon you’ve given up on talking, feeling yourself give in, letting each cock slide deeper as you hear yourself moan in a way you’ve never heard before.
Again, my voice brings you back into the moment, but you desperately keep your eyes closed, trying to hold onto the image. “And who is using your pussy, baby? Who is it that’s fucking you like this? And without a condom? Baby,” I say dramatically, “who did you let fuck you like this? Who is it?” I pull the cock all the way out of your mouth, holding it just above your face as I tighten my grip on the toy in your pussy, fucking you deeper and harder.
Your eyes are closed tight, holding your breath, manicly shaking your head back and forth. “Please don’t make me say it,” you manage to say, still holding your breath. “But please, baby, please don’t stop. I’m so fucking close, baby. Please.”
I feel your pussy tighten, your back arches further off the bed as the orgasm builds. My hand speeds up, deeper and deeper, my palm slapping your clit with every thrust, sending jolts up your spine. Every muscle in your body begins to tighten as you hear my voice right next to your ear, “Say his fucking name.”
It’s too late, there’s no way to stop it. You scream his name as your climax hits you harder than any other orgasm so far. You hear his name leave your lips. You hear your voice, begging him to cum with you, to cum inside you. Begging. Saying his name over and over as your body shakes, holding your eyes tightly closed as you finally exhale, your body going limp. Without thinking, you raise your chin, eyes still closed, your lips finding the cock in my other hand just above you. You suck softly, relaxing your neck, swirling your tongue around the head of the toy as your orgasm slowly leaves you. Your eyes flutter open to meet mine, still softly sucking. You let the toy fall from your lips just long enough to whisper, “I’m sorry.”
I look at you with a half-smile, watching you close your eyes and open your mouth, gently sucking the toy again. “No, you’re not,” I say quietly as I lean in to kiss your forehead, watching your lips curl in to a smile.
(To be continued… Maybe)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ju4r8c/part_3_she_tells_me_she_doesnt_like_to_make
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