Texting during the day leads to sex after work… [MF]

I’ve been fortunate, since I began posting my experiences with “Emily” on here, to make a good friend with whom I can discuss experiences that might make for good posts, receive feedback from each other on our writing & even discuss things we may want to try out with respective partners (after many years together, Emily & I are going through something of a sexual renaissance & I want to keep things fresh – the idea of her getting bored fills me with dread). This particular experience comes off the back of one of our discussions.

I have been working from home since the first UK lockdown. Emily hasn’t had that luxury, being classed as essential, so finds herself in the office most days. I had been interested in the idea of sending texts throughout the day, to get her nicely worked up for some sexy fun when she gets home – but she was never up for it, as by the time she gets home, she’s tired & usually a bit aggravated after her commute. There are some days where we’re both home, but the texting makes no sense when we’re in the same room.

Finally, I had to go into the office for the first time in 14 months, coincidentally on a day when Emily was rota’d to be at home. Now was my chance.

I sent the first message after an hour or so at work. There were only a few of us in the office, so we were nicely spread out and no-one could see my phone. The following messages were sent throughout the day.

Me: Hey. How’s your morning?
Em: It’s ok. Weird working here without you, though. Miss you. xxx

Aha! My opening presented itself…

Me: Miss you too. How about we show each other how much we miss each other when I get home?
Em: Oh yes? Taking advantage of me not commuting, are we? What do you have in mind? ;-)
Me: You finish before I do. Why don’t you go & have a nice lie down & I’ll join you when I get home?
Em: I’ll wait until you get home.

Now, I should point out that during our recent exploration of dirty talk, Emily had made it clear that she likes me to be more assertive when it comes to bedroom matters, so I decided to give her what she wanted…

Me: No, I said you were to be in the bedroom when I get back. You need to learn to follow instructions!
Em: Ok! Sorry!
Me: Sorry what?

The penny drops…

Em: Sorry… Sir.

Got her.

Me: Better. As I had to tell you twice, I will have to give you a punishment.
Em: Oh no! Don’t punish me Sir! ;-)

WTF? Where did the brattiness come from? I’d have to nip that in the bud…

Me: You think I’m joking? That’s your second punishment for not taking me seriously. You don’t want to keep pushing me…

Now for the difficult part. What the hell do I set as punishment? Despite getting her to call me Sir, we don’t dabble in BDSM or anything like that, so restraints & things like that don’t apply & Emily’s not into pain, so anything other than a slap on the bum is off the menu…

Me: First, you’re going to have to dress up for me. You’re going to put on that new underwear I bought for your birthday and those stockings, too.
Em: Yes Sir…
Me: Good girl. Second, you’re going to let me take any photos or videos that I want.

This was a sticking point. Emily doesn’t like me taking photos of our… intimacy.

Em: Yes Sir…
Me: thirdly…
Em: Thirdly? What did I do?
Me: Do you think I wouldn’t see your lunch being delivered on the doorbell cam? We have more than enough in the fridge for you to make a lunch, but you’ve been lazy.
Em: Sorry Sir…
Me: As I was saying, thirdly, the bedroom window is to be opened. If you don’t want to put on an audio show for the neighbours, you’ll have to keep quiet.

I’ve spent the last few months encouraging Emily to be louder during sex. She’s responded enthusiastically, so having to be quiet again would take some effort. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest. If everyone knows I bang my girl hard enough to make her scream, so much the better.

We continued throughout the day & Emily managed to accrue a blindfold & a spanking as additional punishments.

Eventually, I was able to get away from the office & head home. I knew Emily was due to have finished her work about 20 minutes prior, so I sent a quick message to let her know I was on my way. I didn’t give any further instructions on how she was to wait for me – this is new to both of us & I wanted to see if she was taking this seriously or if it was a joke & she’d be waiting in the living room for me with a cup of tea…

I got home & called out in greeting as I closed the door behind me. Her response came from upstairs…

I deposited my laptop bag & coat on the sofa (yes, I’m kind of a slob, but I’d put things away properly later!) & made my upstairs, trying to make it seem like I wasn’t in a hurry. My stomach was doing backflips as I anticipated the scene awaiting me. I could feel my cock start to harden as I got closer to the bedroom.

The sight of Emily laying there took my breath away, as she so often does. She was on her back, with a bath robe tie used as a makeshift blindfold. She’d put on the black hold-ups that I instructed her to wear, giving her legs that perfect shape that makes me want to lick her from foot to pussy. I’m a sucker for black underwear & the set she’d picked put to wear did not disappoint. Emily has size K boobs & as any women who are similarly blessed will know, it’s hard to get bras that are more “sexy” & less “scaffolding”. This particular bra was definitely on the sexier side. Full satin cups that felt fantastic to touch & a lacy detail on the top. That was paired with a pair of black panties. Emily was laying with her hands above her head, despite us not having any restraints.

I must have stood there for a minute or two, just taking in the scene, before I remembered another one of the punishments. I checked the window – it was open. Good girl. I took out my phone & started taking photos. Whole body pics. View looking up from between her legs. Sexy, sexy, boob pics. She had a familiar flush around her neck & chest. She was into this.

I ordered Emily to roll onto her front. It was time for another punishment. I switched the phone to record video & began to gently massage on cheek, before administering a quick slap. She gave a squeal of surprise. I don’t think she expected me to actually do it… I repeated this with the other cheek, massage & slap, before returning to the first one & alternating again. Massage & slap, massage & slap.

I put Emily on her back again & began to touch her through her panties & I could feel she was soaked. Suspicious, I looked around for her massager wand…

“Did you start without me?”
“No sir. I was told to wait for you.”

Wow… I was hoping she’d like this, but it was going really well…

I peeled off her panties, taking care not to disrupt the hold-ups & took a few more pics of that beautiful, blonde bush framed by the black stockings. I was starting to get painfully hard, as I was still fully dressed. Putting the phone aside again, I leaned in and gave a long lick to her wet pussy, savouring her taste. I moved up the bed, so I was laying beside her & pulled her into a deep kiss, making her taste herself on my lips & tongue. Emily moaned into my mouth & tried to put her hands on the back of my neck, but I grabbed her wrists & held them above her head with one hand, while my other explored between her legs, using her wetness to lubricate her clit before I started to gently rub it.

Emily’s breathing started to speed up & she began to moan & slightly squirm. She was close. I maintained the speed & pressure of my finger & began to talk to her, telling her that I was going to show my friends the pics & videos I’ve taken. Telling her that they’d all see what a good girl she is for me. Reminding her that the window was open & that if the neighbours came home, they’d hear her moans & know what she was doing.

That was all it took. Emily’s legs snapped shut around my hand and her back arched as she came. I kept my now soaking wet hand between her legs still & released her wrists from my other one, before using it to gently caress her face as I whispered to her to soothe her as she recovered from her orgasm. When she cums like that, she needs a few minutes for her sensitivity to drop back to tolerable levels.

I took the opportunity to gently remove my other hand & quickly got out of my clothes. I stood there taking in the view again, the sight of her making me harder than a blue pill could ever manage.

“Can I take off the blindfold?” She asked.

“What did you say?” I kept to the character.

“Please Sir, can I take off the blindfold?” She replied obediently “I want to see you.”

I removed the makeshift blindfold for her & her eyes were drawn immediately to my hard cock as she licked her lips. The way I was feeling at that moment, I couldn’t risk her using her mouth on me so I moved back to between her legs, raised them onto my shoulders, and slid slowly into her pussy. She was so wet that there was no resistance & my full length was inside her in one stroke.

Emily gasped as I started my back and forth strokes. As my pace increased, she started to moan again.

“Harder…” it was barely a whisper. I looked at the window. That’s not good enough.

“Beg…”

“Please sir, fuck me harder.” Still not good enough.

“Speak up! How can you expect me to hear you if you whisper to me?”

“Please sir! Fuck me harder! I need it harder!” Good girl.

With a smirk, I adjusted my position to push her legs back & raise her bum slightly. I thrusted hard.

“Goddddd!” Emily’s eyes bulged as the new angle filled her up and I knew she’d just cum again, as I felt her inner walls contract around me & my crotch and upper thighs became slick with her juices.

I picked up the pace again, thrusting my full length each time. Emily’s hands moved to her breasts. I thought she wanted to stop them bouncing, but she started to massage them, pinching her nipples through the silky material of her bra.

Emily let out a loud groan as she came again. I was beginning to feel close myself. I know the limits of Emily’s flexibility, so I knew I could adjust her legs again to get even deeper. I also knew that she’d be getting close to tapping out – she gets to four or five orgasms then becomes too sensitive to carry on.

I could feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching, so I started to pound Emily as hard as I could without actually hurting her. She responded with a loud “Oh!” With each deep thrust, no longer caring about the window. She knew my climax was fast approaching & started to buck her hips to match my rhythm.

“Final punishment!” I managed to pant “I’m going to cum on that pretty face of yours!”

“No…please…”

“Convince me!”

“Please sir!” She cried, easily loud enough to be heard outside. “Don’t cum on my face! I’m not a slut!”

I could feel the familiar feeling of pressure rising from my balls along my shaft & I knew I’d reached the end. I pulled out and, with a cross between a groan & a sigh, I released my load onto Emily’s lower stomach, firing rope after rope, making sure that I trailed some down into her bush. The feeling of it hitting her skin was enough to set her off and she came for the fourth & last time.

I carefully disentangled myself from Emily’s legs & flopped onto the bed beside her, both of us breathing heavily.

After a while, Emily propped herself up to look at me.

“Was I a good girl?”

“Yes, baby,” I smiled in response, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You were a very good girl.”

I looked out of the window some time later & next doors car was still missing. Looks like Emily got away with it this time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/npxy3q/texting_during_the_day_leads_to_sex_after_work_mf