This is the continuation of previous stories where I was basically entering into a FWB relationship with Phoebe, a girl in my program in grad school. Phoebe had a long distance boyfriend, and I had initially felt guilty about fucking her, but I justified it to myself by saying it was her choosing to cheat not me (that one is a really shitty justification, looking back), and also by the fact that Phoebe was incredibly sexy and I loved the way that fucking her made me feel. A disclaimer: I now recognize that what I was doing was wrong, any description of my mental state is just showing what I was thinking at the time.
See, [the first time we fucked](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61jafh/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?st=j0sqqrtm&sh=bbf524ab), I was so angry with her that I accidentally tried out some dominant/submissive stuff, and I was spurred on by the fact that Phoebe seemed to really, really enjoy it that way. After [we fucked in the last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61oc4t/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?st=j0sqrbys&sh=efed263a), I ordered her, whenever she masturbated, to think of me, not her boyfriend, and to text me after exactly what she thought about, and I would come over and do it to her.
I got a text from Phoebe on Tuesday, “I just got myself off thinking of you, like you told me.” Okay, that settled it, at this point I could pretty much ask her to do anything and she’d do it. I texted back, “That’s good. I’m glad to hear it. What am I going to do to you later?” Phoebe sent back a text explaining in detail what she had gotten off to. Damn, I liked where her head was at, things were gonna be adventurous that night. I replied, “You’re bad. Be ready for me later.” Half an hour before I was going to be done with work, I texted her, “Be over in 30, make sure you clean yourself up for me.”
I knocked on her door, she answered in a bra and panties. She smelled like soap, she’d clearly just showered and put makeup back on. Idk why, but I found that detail incredibly hot. “You’re sexy,” I told her, and she smiled at the compliment. She was sexy, as I’ve said before, brunette, about 5-5, with a gorgeous face, she was very thin, with a tight, toned stomach and legs, plus a pair of spectacular tits that just burst right out of anything she wore, and obviously looked great in her bra.
I walked in and kissed her, squeezing her tits, and running my hands up and down her body. Phoebe melted into my body as I did. “You’re a good girl for texting me like you were supposed to,” I told her. She just looked up at me with big eyes. I reached behind her and took off her bra, letting her tits fall free, and reached down to her hips and pulled off her panties. I led her to her bed, saying, “I’m gonna take a shower. When I’m done, I expect you to be right here waiting for me.”
I spent the last couple of minutes in the shower getting myself hard. I walked in wearing just a towel, exposing my 6-2, broad muscular frame. I dropped the towel and let my rock hard 7” cock spring free. By now, Phoebe knew what to do with my cock. I stood at the foot of the bed and she crawled over, taking me in her mouth. As usual, it felt great, and I told her as much. In her text, she had said that she thought about me fucking her face while I had my fingers in her ass. When I saw that text, I knew there was something about being used that she was very into. I was happy to oblige.
I got some lube, and applied it to my fingers and her ass while she took me back in her mouth. She took me deep in her mouth, moaning loudly even so when I slid one finger into her ass, leaning over to reach behind her as she crouched on all fours in front of me. I went slow, letting her ass adjust, before adding another finger. After a minute of that, I started moving my fingers and hips at the same pace, fucking her ass and mouth at the same time, gradually speeding up the tempo. From her moans and bucking against my fingers, she was loving it.
Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and without stopping the motion of my fingers, I moved to the side of her and used my other hand to rub her clit. Free of impediment, her moans became screams as she came hard, her whole body twitching.
Now is when things promised to get very adventurous indeed. Phoebe’s text earlier said that she wanted to do something new: she got off to me fucking her while she had a buttplug in her ass. She had said she bought it to use with her boyfriend, but he didn’t really like doing anal stuff. Hell yeah I was down for that.
I told her to grab the plug. She lubed it up and lay on her back, legs up in the air. She slowly slid it in her ass with a long exhale. Wow that was a sexy sight. I was lying on another part of the bed, “Come here,” I told her. She crawled on top of me and slid her pussy down over me, riding me slowly. “How’s it feel with the plug?”, I asked, genuinely curious. Phoebe answered in moans, “Ahh it’s so ahhh fucking ahh good.”
Phoebe leaned over, pressing her chest down against mine. Her tits felt great squeezed tight against me. She bounced herself up and down on my cock, the slapping was the loudest thing in the room. But now it was my turn. I grabbed her by the hips and started thrusting up into her, as hard and fast as I could. She screamed in pleasure, and I could feel myself getting close.
“Fuck, Phoebe, you’re gonna make me cum,” I yelled out. With two last deep thrusts into her, I came, squirting my cum deep in her pussy. Out of breath, I kissed her, and she kissed back hard like always.
Like I said last time, it was in these moments where I was boldest. “I want you to leave my cum inside you tonight. When I see you in class tomorrow, I want it to still be there,” I told her. Phoebe nodded demurely. On my way out the door, I told her, “I’m glad you thought of me earlier,” and kissed her one last time. Her pretty face smiled back at me.
We kept it up for a while, but then she cut it off when her boyfriend came to visit, I think the guilt got to be too much for her. She sent me a text saying we were done, that she enjoyed the sex “like a lot,” but that she couldn’t go on with it anymore. Then, she avoided me like the plague the rest of the semester. She sat literally as far away from me as she could in class, I texted her once or twice when drunk to see if she’d respond and she never did. I respected that, like I said, I had always had guilt myself that I’d successfully suppressed, but when she cut it off, I just avoided her too, I felt too guilty. After the year, I switched grad schools, so I actually never saw her again, and looking back, I think that’s for the best.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61vr7d/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from