And so the journey continues. I [25F] still always made him [23M] rock hard with the slightest teasing every single time, regardless of where he was: whether he was working or outside in public. Of course, I never turn down a challenge and I have to show that I have the control, only for it to taken away from me as I’m told to touch myself while presenting in an online class. Indeed, I had never quite expected, based on our intensely rapid progression, that there was room for plenty more. Our need for each other transfigured into more impassioned expressions of desperation.
Our frequent surges of sexting were previously on text or in the form of photos. But, doing it on call was something we’d agreed on eventually dipping our toes in. With a cluster of nervousness and uncertainty, we decided to let the natural course of our craving unravel on its own.
I recall the first time we’d done it. The way he flirted and teased me in his husky voice during that call awakened the horny slut I truly am. I already became extremely wet. Little did I know, my heavy breathing didn’t go unnoticed and that was the cue for us to set things into that direction. I made him take lead and instruct me to rub my nipples, moan uncontrollably for him, let him hear my wet pussy and take in a hair bush handle because I needed his cock so, so bad.
What made me desperate for more was cumming together and even going for round two because we still needed our horniness to be taken care of. At times, late at night, I’d plead him to make me cum multiple times. I was ready to edge, be punished and obey every order he gave me, just so I could be granted permission to cum.
I’ve hit my pussy hard with a hair brush and rubbed the remaining cum onto my nipples to prove my loyalty to my master. Sometimes, I’d be forced to cum four times in a row that I most certainly indulged in, even if that meant waking up sore all over in the morning. It’s always thrilling that the people around me are completely unaware of how I’ve pushed limits and enjoyed the unspeakable.
And it didn’t stop there. I also never thought that our eagerness towards exploring outside our once quasi-vanilla boundaries would lead us to discovering our breeding kink. My breeding kink. The thought of him, cumming inside my pussy and feeling it ooze and drip down my inner thighs unleashed a certain kind of lust that I’d never experienced before. The need. The risk. It was a fantasy in hopes of happening.
The biggest risk, however, was when my master rewarded me with a vibrator as a birthday gift for being his perfect whore. Getting my hands on it was indeed a nerve-wracking and a frustrating process, but the excitement that gripped both of us was completely worth it. We just had to test it out for ourselves immediately.
It was perfect. I remember that I couldn’t fight off the jolts I felt when I put it on my clit and pushed it in and out of me sneakily under my blanket. Cumming because of it for the first time was a the feeling that goes beyond words. “Amazing” or “perfect” just does not cut it. In the past 25 years of my life, this was the best gift I’d ever gotten: a gift specifically for the real me.
Obviously, there is more that is yet to come. Our meet up is still due. Hopefully, things will happen and we’ll get some “hands on experience”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t3oyo2/fm_continuation_of_a_brown_sluts_journey