Fantasies of the Bear Next Door pt3 [FM] [Mild BDSM] [Dom Sub] [F][32] [M][32]

As you may recall, Bear is as his nickname implies – furry, thicc, and about a foot and a half taller than me. He’s strong, brave, and very able and willing to throw down when needed. He also has one of the kindest, gentlest, most empathetic souls I’ve ever known. So, naturally, he’d make a perfect dom. The other night, that’s exactly what I thought about…

I imagined the day started like any other day; Bear and I were chatting via snapchat, as usual. We said our good mornings, flirted a little. We, both being married, had recently talked about how fantastic it would be to get a “Hall Pass” from our respective partners. I already had one, so I tended to flirt a little less subtly than he did, but he never seemed to mind.

We went about our days and a few hours passed. After I had finished up some chores around the house, I sent him another snap of me having a toke. He responded that he could use one too and asked if I felt like joining him. As he just lives down the street, I accepted the invitation and walked over. He greeted me in the usual way, with a nice, big bear hug, but there was something different about this particular hug… he had a large, firm bulge in his pants. Immediately I could feel my cheeks flush and pussy get moist. I was caught completely off guard, and when he put me down and looked into my eyes with that animalistic intensity he had, my knees about buckled under me.

“Guess what I got, last night?” He asked me, with a devilish grin just at the edge of his mouth. But, before I could respond, let alone even think, he answered his own question, “A ‘Hall Pass.’ Now, get on your knees.”

I obliged as quickly as I could. Staring at the fantastic bulge in his jeans, I felt my body get hot and my panties get even wetter. I tore open his jeans with the hunger of starved dog, drooling at the mouth for my promised slab of meat. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and held it, “Slower, Pixistck.” A shiver of desire coursed through my body at the command coupled with hearing, outloud the nickname he had only used through texting, when our flirtatious texts got particularly heated. Of course, obliged him. Mister Bear was in charge today, and I wanted to be his bestest little Pixistick. “Good girl,” he told me, as I slowly continued my mission, unzipping his jeans the rest of the way and letting them fall to the ground. Recieving his praise made my nipples hard and sent another tremble through my body.

His cock showed beautifully through his tight boxerbriefs, perfectly outlined with a damp spot just at the tip that made my heart skip a beat to see. I could not only see, but smell how bad he wanted my mouth and it made my mouth water even more. I gingerly pulled the band of his underwear down, teasing myself by slowly exposing his shaft and inch by inch the rest of that delicious, dripping cock. I opened my mouth, tongue out, but before I could move in, he pulled my hair even harder and told me, “Ah ah, ask nicely.”

“Please. Please Bear, please may I taste your cock.”

“Mm so much better. Yes, my pet, you may.”

I gently, but firmly grabbed his throbbing dick and placed my tongue at the base, slowly licking all the way up to the tip, where I greedily laped up all the precum he had spilled for me. I heard a soft moan of approval. With a hunger I’ve never before known, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it as far into my drooling mouth as I could, with my hand still just at the base. At the sudden wet warmth of my mouth, he let out a gasp and the sound of it mixed with the taste of his dick made my pussy throb and twitch. I was such a good girl. I sucked on that dick like a brothel whore. Only having my hair pulled with pleased eagerness and my head pushed further into his crotch, as he matched my rhythm and thrust further down my throat, gagging me at times.

Suddenly, though he pulled me off him and yanked me up to his face, by my hair, and kissed me hard. His mouth tasted just as good as his cock. I was lost in our embrace, lips locked, tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths. He let go of my hair, pulled away ever so slightly and told me to undress, slowly. I gave him a show, slowly removing each article of clothing, bending and pausing in just the right angles for him. He then undressed himself and lay on his back. “Come here. Let me taste you, now.”

I quickly walked up to him, but before I straddled his head, I asked him which direction he wanted me facing. He smiled wickedly, acknowledging and appreciating my obedience and told me facing away, but not to lower myself fully onto him immediately. So, I lowered my quivering pussy that, at this point was pooling with and dripping out my sweet honey, just above his mouth. When he quietly told me, “Good girl,” I could feel his hot breath against my cunt. I could even feel the tips of his facial hair just tickling my labia and ass. It made my pussy let go a drip onto his lips. I begged him to let me sit down and ride his tongue. But he refused. He told me he wanted me so soaking wet that I drip honey all over his mouth, first. The mix of the warmth of his breath and tickling of his fur, along with the sheer, ravaging desire in the depths of my pussy made my body answer his request with pleasure.

“God, you’re such a good girl, my Pixistick. Give me more, I know you can.”

I whimpered as my hips gyrated the air, unconsciously. I fucking loved the way he was teasing and torturing me with making me wait. Finally, the tip of his shockingly large tongue touched the hood of my clit and slowly slid down, across my dripping labia, to my asshole. I moaned and whimpered, barely able to control myself. He liked along the edge some more, savoring my sticky sweet honey that I so eagerly produced for him. Suddenly, he rewarded my good behavior with a force that made me cry out in pure ecstasy – he had grabbed the sides of my ass and pulled me down, simultaneously thrusting his tongue all the way up my pussy. “FUUCKK” I yelped. I knew he had a perfectly wide, flat tongue, but I didn’t realize it was so long, as well!

My hips thrust and ground down on him while his tongue fucked and licked my alternately. He sucked and flicked my little clit with that magic tongue till I couldn’t fucking hold it anymore and poured my hot, sweet cum all over his face. As my pussy twitched and clenched I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth again. It was wet with precum and tasted like heaven. I sucked hard, taking him as far down my throat as I could, while he continued to abuse my sopping pussy. As I felt my body get hotter and cheeks flush again with the heat of a quickly approaching orgasm, I took his cock out of my mouth just quick enough to beg for him to give me his full load. To fill my mouth and shoot down my throat. And then wrapped my lips around him again. Our bodies rocked and thrust, and convulsed in rhythm as we were both overcome with hard, intense orgasms, choking on each others cum…

I was such a good girl…

Or, at least, that’s how I imagined it…

Someday, my Bear. Someday…
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