See my profile for parts 1 & 2. Also, I should preface these by saying these did not happen the short amount of time implied here.
Sorry this one is a little longer.
Part 3
We’ve talked about fantasies, I’ve told him all the shameful, naughty, wonderful things I’ve thought about home doing to my body. He’s promised to help me explore some of these desires, but won’t tell me which ones.
Vincent kisses me gently, long and slow, the kind of kiss that leaves you weak in the knees. He’s clothed in silk boxers and dark fitting jeans that hug his hips. He’s already undressed me. He turns me to face the long bedroom mirror and pulls my back to rest against his chest. His hands rest on my hips, and his lips graze my shoulder. “Are you ready for a surprise?” He whispers in my ear and I shiver. “You know I love surprises.” I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to, he’s smiling with that damnable smirk again, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of asking.
His hands slide up slowly from my waist to cup my breasts, slowly running his calloused thumbs over my sensitive nipples, making me arch back against him and gasp. They reach a state of taut almost instantly and he tugs them forward pinching them as I moan helplessly. “Please,” I whimper “Tell me”. His smile deepens “I think I’ll show you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of clothespins. “Do you want to try these? You know where they go.” I bite my lip, can my nipples handle this? They’re so sensitive already, will it hurt? “Yes, but you have to promise me to take them off right away if I say so”. “I make no promises, but you know I won’t do anything you don’t want”. He kisses my shoulder again. “So?”, He strokes my nipples and I close my eyes at his touch. “Yes, please.”
He puts one in his teeth and cups my right breast, tugging until my nipple is harder than its ever been before attaching the first pin. He pulls on the pin gently “how’s that babe?” I whimper, it feels so good, “More, please, put the other one on.” He takes the second pin from his mouth and nibbles my earlobe while bringing my left nipple to the same desparate hardness before attaching the pin and giving it a gentle pull to make sure it’s securely attached.
I press my legs, rubbing them together feeling my wetness mount. I sigh heavily as he opens and closes the clips “Does that feel good? You like that don’t you?” I moan and arch, rubbing my ass against the denim trapping his arousal “yes, oh yes”. “Put your hands on either side of the mirror, and spread your legs.” I comply, not knowing or caring what he does next, focused entirely on the sensation of the pins on my nipples, the intense pleasure each movement as their light weight drags down my heavy breasts.
Once I’ve reached the position he wants, my ass and pussy press against his denim encased erection and my wetness provides lubricant as I rub instinctively against him, conflicting desires warring within me. I want him to take me now, but I also don’t want the playing to end. He leans over me without increasing the contact of our bodies due to our size difference. I feel every inch of his 6’4″ presence as he reaches under me to pinch the ends of the clothespin hard, forcing me to arch my back against his hands and grind my hips back against him. I can hear the amusement in his voice as he chuckles, his voice now husky with his own arousal “Does that hurt, babe? No, you liked that didn’t you? Do you want me to do it again?”. I whimper wanting more, but still resisting. “No, please, it’s too much I don’t like it”. My increased wetness and hips still stroking his shaft, show the lie for what it is. “Really, I think we should try again, I don’t believe you.” With those words his fingers close on the pins, pinching harder as I scream, and moan, and grind hard against him, my orgasm torn out of me by the sensations of the denim, his hardness, and the pins. My juices coat his jeans as he holds me through my climax, groaning as my lips attempt to milk him through the denim. He lets me go, “it’s my turn now babe.”
I drop to my knees and he stands beside me, perpendicular to the mirror so that as I turn and face him I can still see the mirror, and my pinned nipples, now grazing the denim, sending fresh waves of friction across my body. I lick the front of his pelvis, marvelling in the amount of liquid left there, I’ve never been a squirter, but there’s a first time for everything. My nipples slide up and down against his legs following the motion of my tongue. His hands begin to tangle in my hair. I reach up, placing kisses on his belly above his waistband as my fingers undo the button, before using my teeth to release the zipper. He springs free as I push his boxers and jeans over his hips and to the floor, helping him pull them from around his ankles.
My lips find his testicles on my way up and I kiss, and lick them, enjoying their weight on my tongue before suckling on each gently. More kisses as I make my way up his shaft to his head, fully erect, with a single drop of pre-cum on the tip. I lick it off, and use my hand to gently stroke his shaft running my thumb over his frenulum and head, my mouth hovering just inches away, looking up and watching his face as I tease him. “Brat.” He curses as he looks down at me and tightens his grip on my hair. “Suck me, dammit.” He growls. I kiss the tip, feeling it twitch against my lips, they part and I run my tongue around the base, spending extra time on his frenulum, until he thrusts into my mouth, groaning as his head finds its way to the back of my throat.
I moan at the intrusion, the way he rubs my throat feels almost as good as when he’s in my pussy. My nipples are pinned against his thighs as my hands find his hips, urging him deeper into my mouth, harder and faster with each thrust. My lips closing around the base as my tongue strokes his shaft. His hands dig into my scalp as he thrusts hard into my mouth and throat. I can feel his head swelling and I pull back, “please, cum in my mouth”, before resuming my worship. As if my words are the catalyst his thrusts pick up speed as I feel the swelling of his seed travelling the length of his shaft before filling my mouth as I swallow over and over.
I let him slide from my mouth, expecting the evening’s events to end, only to realize he’s still at full mast. I look up at him, surprised as he reaches down and grabs the pins, forcing me to rise or risk real pain as they snap off. “You didn’t think you’d get off that easy, did you babe? I haven’t even been inside that pussy of yours yet”. He leads me to the bed and pushes me down. “Get that ass of yours back in the air.” I obey again, my abused nipples brushing the bedsheets as I settle in on my hands and knees. He joins me and kneels behind me. “Wider, babe, spread them wider, and get your head down.” I obey and quickly, my dripping centre is exposed.
He slips a finger into my wanting orifice, stroking slowly, enjoying my grip in his finger, before adding a second and spreading them, stretching me open and making my back arch and breasts match his pace against the sheets. “Please,” I beg, “please, I need you inside me”. I can almost hear the smile as he removed his fingers from inside me and pinches my clit. “Hmm, do you want me inside you? Or do you want another pin here first”. “Please,” I whimper “I can’t take much more.”. He reaches for the table and grabs a third pin, his breath heavy in my ear. “I’m going to put this on your clit, and then I am going to fuck you while playing with all three. I want to feel you cumming while you turn into the slut you want so much”. He leans back, pin in hand, placing it against my clit and grinding it against me before attaching it. My hips buck, and I moan as the sensations between my throbbing clit and nipples begin to match.
He kneels behind me, pressing the tip just enough to allow his head through my entrance muscles. One hand braces him between my should blades, the other twisting the pin on my breast. “Please, fuck me, I need you all the way in.” He shifts his hips, entering me further before retreating to just inside me. “Try again. I don’t think you want it enough.”. I bite my swollen lips, “please, love, fuck me hard and play with the pins, I want to be your little slut.”. I can feel the walls of my pussy trying to clamp down on empty air. “Please, make me your slut.”
His first thrust drives him deep as he lets go of the pin at my breast and reaches for the one between my legs. I grind back against him, panting and moaning as I take his length while he squeezed the pin tighter. “I’m going to cum, oh God, I can’t stop.” My whimpers are getting louder and he pushes my face into the pillow. Over and over he thrusts, hard and deep, filling me with his full length while his hands play with the three pins. Every thrust into my pussy is met with an orgasm that feels like it will never end.
Just when I think I can’t take it and I have to ask him to stop, he groans above me. “I’m going to take the pins off babe, and then I’m going to fill your pussy” he yanks the pins off my nipples without opening them and I rock back against him, cumming hard, incoherent at the orgasm that rocks me as though I’d never experienced one before. With one hand on my hip holding me against him he reaches for the one on my clit and removes it with a slightly gentler pull, letting the skin slip out more slowly, before dropping it on the bed and pounding against my cervix.
Moments later, he explodes inside me, my walls eagerly milking rope after rope from him, while I writhed in his grip.eventually, we both collapse, spent. He rolls us onto our sides so he’s spooned behind me, gently thrusting. “So you like the clothespins, do you?” His breath teasing a last few shudders from my body as I moan contentedly.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lz8b4h/my_journey_into_kink_part_3