I’ve been set a task by Sir – he’s fucking me as I write this and he’s making sure to make it as difficult as possible for me to concentrate. I’ve been told to describe every detail as it happened. He’s fucking me, watching me, making me squirm and distracting me but waiting until I’ve typed out every moment before he will let have what I want – his cum deep inside my pulsing, dripping pussy.
Sir started by getting out one rope. He hd me lay down on the bed while he teased me, running the ends of the rope all over my body. Gently winding the rope around my legs and arms and slowly pulling it along my skin.
He ran it under my underwear so that it pulled against my pussy and then under my top across my nipples as well. The rope was warm against my skin as the friction continued to build.
Then he made me get naked and he grabbed some moisturiser to give me a massage across my face, down my neck, over my now cold nipples and down just to the top of my clit – teasing me even more.
He always watches my face to see the ecstasy, the smiles and tiny grimaces when he pinches, scratches or flicks me.
Then when he was certain I was relaxed he cuddled close to me, both of us naked and entwined together, hands still wondering over each other’s bodies.
Sir moved my legs apart so he could feel just how wet he was making me. He was careful not to put any fingers inside me but instead feel all over and around my clit, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
He told me that I didn’t have to ask permission to cum but he knows me too well and made sure I didn’t finish any sooner than he wanted me too.
I couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to make me cum, I was right on the edge and as soon as he said “you don’t need my permission, you can cum” my body tensed as I orgasmed – but of course that didn’t stop Sir from rubbing me and making the orgasm last until I begged him to stop.
He then set me this task and I’ve been trying to write while he fucks me, slowly, enjoying watching my face as I struggle to concentrate on typing while still shivering from the orgasm and the feeling of his cock deep inside me.
Sir’s thick, hard, throbbing cock feels so good inside me. He’s watching me type, wrapping his fingers around my throat and pinning my legs with his feet. He whispered in my ears that I’m a good girl and his perfect little slut – I can’t wait for him to cum.
Thrusting faster and harder – it’s very very hard to type now! Sir is smiling as his body starts to shiver. He leans down to my ear again and says “good girl” as he fills my tight pussy with his hot cum – both of us shaking in sweat and ecstasy.
And now I’m finally allowed to put my phone down – I need to catch my breath!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/snmwn3/fm_completing_a_writing_task_for_sir
Well done. Sounds like you had fun