You were always very observant. I’d casually mention something in passing and you’d make a mental note of it, filing it away to surprise and delight me later. These mental notes ran the gamut, from my favorite brand of coffee to my deepest sexual fantasies.
Tonight was going to be one of those nights, but I didn’t know it yet. I arrived at your apartment, as usual. The plan was to make dinner, and I was expecting the evening to end with hot, delicious sex, also as usual. But tonight, you had a few…optimizations in mind.
As you opened the door, I was surprised to see the apartment was dark inside. “Maybe he just woke up from a nap?” I thought to myself. As I knelt to remove my shoes, I noticed the living room furniture had been moved around…strange. And then my eyes caught a glint of something metal, and my eyes widened. I suddenly understood the reason behind the naughty smirk with which you had greeted me at the door.
“Is that…what I think it is?” I asked.
“Depends…what do you think it is?” You replied with a chuckle. You never liked when I danced around things with my words, preferring me to explicitly tell you what I wanted in the bedroom and outside of it. It pushed me outside my comfort zone, and I liked it.
“Did you…install a sex swing where your ceiling light used to be?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yup,” you replied nonchalantly, though I knew it must have taken you quite a bit of time and planning to research and set it up. “Apparently chandelier mounts are the best anchor points for these things. Much safer than a door.”
“Wow,” I replied. I was a loss for words, my brain running wild picturing how we’d spend the next hour (or several). I could already feel heat building between my thighs, my body’s seemingly Pavlovian response to being in your vicinity.
“Want to test it out?” You asked innocently.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded.
“Good,” you growled, “Because I wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer.”
With that, you kissed me deeply, pinning me up against the wall so I could feel the weight of your muscular body against mine. You slid your hands under my ass, and I wrapped first one leg and then the other around you, allowing you to support my body weight. With our hips aligned this way, I could feel the full hardness of your cock against me, even through two pairs of jeans, and it teased me mercilessly. I wanted you inside me, badly.
Moving away from the wall, you carried me over to the living room, in full view of the swing. Depositing me on the couch, you slowly unbuttoned my blouse, trailing kisses on each bit of newly exposed skin. Kneeling in front of me and removing my bra, you teased one nipple with your teeth while rolling and pinching the other with your fingers, eliciting involuntary moans from me.
“You like that?” You asked, your voice slightly muffled by my breasts.
“Fuck, yes,” I replied breathlessly.
“Tell me exactly what you like,” you said coyly, “Or I’ll stop.”
“I like when you play with my tits,” I replied.
“What else?” You said. You weren’t letting me off easy tonight.
“I like when you pinch my tits,” I said, blushing slightly and grateful for the dim lighting. “It turns me on so much. You should see for yourself…sir,” I added for good measure. You had your kinks, and I was happy to oblige.
“Good girl,” you replied, and resumed teasing me. My pussy was soaking my panties, aching to be filled up. You unbuttoned and then eased off my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my black lace thong, splayed out on your couch. You pressed your fingers against the thin fabric, feeling the moisture seeping through.
“Hmm, you were right,” you said. “You must have really liked that.”
“Mm-mhm,” I replied, my sex-drunk mind unable to string together a more coherent sentence.
Sliding the crotch of my panties aside, you traced two fingers against my slick pussy, and finally eased them inside me. Slowly as first, and then faster, you manipulated your fingers inside me and began flicking my clit with your tongue. I whimpered with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, and I was powerless to stop it. I felt my breath quicken, the tension building like static electricity.
Fuck, I was so goddamn close…
Suddenly, you stopped.
“Noooo,” I whined. “Why didn’t you let me finish?”
“Oh, I will,” you replied with a mischievous grin. “Just not yet.”
You removed your fingers, and I groaned with frustration. Slowly, you traced them up to my mouth.
“I want to see you taste yourself,” you said, sliding both fingers into my mouth. I lapped up every drop, letting my tongue linger on your fingers, knowing you were imagining your cock in my mouth instead.
“Good girl,” you said. “Now let’s get to the real fun.”
You helped me up from the couch and positioned me onto the swing on my back, each of my legs supported be a smaller harness. It felt vaguely medical, a bit like the stirrups at my gynecologist’s office, but also naughty and delightful. I knew you liked seeing me semi-restrained this way, so I took my time getting settled, making sure you got a good long look. I could just barely reach the floor with my toes, and I tested my weight on the swing, hoping it would support me. I couldn’t think of a quicker way to ruin the evening (and perhaps your ceiling) than to collapse the entire setup, though we’d certainly have had a laugh at that. Feeling more confident, I lifted my toes, suspending my entire body weight within the swing.
Pulling on each of the smaller harnesses, you spread my legs wide and positioned yourself on front of me, finally freeing your rock-hard cock from its denim prison. Lining yourself up with me, you ran the slick head of your cock up and down my sopping pussy, teasing me even more.
“Tell me what you want,” you said, your voice thick with desire and restraint.
“I want you to fuck me,” I begged. “Please.”
You slammed your full length into me, making me gasp with surprise. The sensation was incredible; I felt weightless, the pendulum-like movement of the swing from its anchor working with gravity to create a rhythmic back-and-forth motion that deeply intensified the sensation of your cock inside me. I relaxed my neck, allowing my body to drape freely against the swing, fully exposed to you. With one hand you held the harnesses, bouncing me onto your cock, and with the thumb of your other hand you began making slow, intentional circles on my clit. After the earlier orgasm denial, I was especially sensitive, and I started feeling close almost immediately. I could only hope you’d allow me to cum this time…
Thankfully, you were feeling generous. I felt my legs shake uncontrollably against the harness as I rode wave after wave of pleasure, my pussy pulsing tightly around your cock. I was grateful I didn’t need my legs for support in this position, since they typically gave out after particularly intense orgasms, and this one was no exception.
I could tell you were close too; you loved this open view of my body, every inch exposed to you, watching me squirm with pleasure, hearing me squeal with delight, with you fully in control.
I lifted and closed my legs slightly, intensifying the tightness of my pussy around your cock as you continued pumping my now-dripping pussy.
“Please, sir, fuck me harder,” I said. “I want you to come for me.”
I didn’t need to ask twice. You let out a primal moan as you thrust your full length inside me, your pelvis slamming against me over and over, creating delightful aftershocks from my earlier orgasm as you emptied your cock inside me. As your orgasm subsided, you pulled me against you, lifting me out of the swing and into a deep kiss.
“That was…really fun,” you said with a chuckle, fully spent.
“It really was,” I replied, “But, um…I’m starving.” I disentangled myself from the swing (as sexily as possible, I hoped) and pulled my hair into a messy topknot. It was somehow 11PM, and I hadn’t eaten since lunch. “How about I take the lead on dinner? I think you’ve definitely earned it.”
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