It’s time for another one of my confessions in regards to my religious past and upbringing. It goes without saying that my catholic environment only worsened by rebellious ways out of spite, but this is one of the first moments I realized I had a prominent “domme” side.
This was a while back when I was still in the Norwegian equivalent of high school, aka my worst years. It was a regular Sunday in my hometown: got up early, put on nice clothes, gathered the family, and went to church for Sunday Mass. My father was a very respected member of the community, so my family usually got a good spot in the front, but I had another fight with my parents about my amoral behavior, so they forced me to sit in the back. Fine by me, that just meant I finally had some peace and quiet. I watched people who were late sneak in after the show had already started, they all tried to be inconspicuous and joined me in the less desired back rows.
One of them was a guy who’s had a crush on me for a while, we sat next to each other in some classes in school, you know how it goes at that age. Let’s call him Einar. He was sweet, very funny and rather handsome but he wasn’t too interesting to me exactly because he was nice. Teenage me didn’t understand healthy habits just yet. In any case, he sat down next to me with his usual chipper demeanor, all excited and happy to see me. I was in no mood for chit-chat as I was still hungover from the night before but I didn’t mind someone who was actually happy with me. As soon as he sat down he started talking my ear off – ofc in a hushed whisper, wouldn’t want to disturb the sermon’s severity -, but I had another idea instead.
I wasn’t going to do anything without some kind of consent, so I cut Einar off mid-sentence and whispered a very lewd question in his ear. “Would you like me to make you cum?” It doesn’t sound as straightforward in Norwegian but you get the picture. The poor guy didn’t really process it the first time around so he just blushed and mumbled incoherently. I rephrased it into a statement: “I’m bored as shit, so you have two options here, Einar. Either we sneak off and you fuck me somewhere, or I play with your dick right here, right now. I know you want me. What do you say?”. He’s always been the nice guy in class, sort of a golden child so I only knew this positive, sunny side but something else crept over his face as I finished my sentence. Something dark and animalistic, he was definitely into it…I glanced down and saw that he was already hard under his nice Sunday slacks.
That was remarkably easy, I already knew this was going to be fun. He looked around before leaning in closer and saying that he’d do anything to be inside of me but he had a better idea: I jerk him off now, and then he’d fuck me senseless later on. Of course, I loved that proposition, so who was I to say no? I didn’t expect him to come up with such a filthy answer, I’d clearly misjudged him. I didn’t reply verbally, I just started rubbing my hand against the tent forming under his pants, to which he already reacted rather strongly. I told him to keep his shit together unless he wanted to be caught – tbh, I think a part of both of us would have liked that. He spread his legs a bit more so I had more room to play with as I unzipped his pants as quietly as possible. We were alone in the back pew, which made things easier. I carefully exposed his rock-hard cock and balls, one hand on each as I began to stroke and lightly squeeze both, to which Einar threw his head back, trying not to make a sound.
Everything was shaved smooth, much to my delight, that just meant I got to admire his veiny, beautiful dick with more detail. I inched a little closer with the sudden urge to make out with him, to feel his heat against my body. Did I actually want to fuck him?! Initially, I just thought I had nothing better to do, but my nice little Sunday dress was getting ruined by the wetness seeping through my panties. Einar reacted very, very well to my touch, watching him writhe was so much fun. He was a big boy, so during some phases, I needed both of my hands to properly pump his shaft but I did lean down between his thighs to playfully tease his tip with my tongue, which seemed to really get him going…he tasted really, really good, the best I can come up with is “pure”. A few seconds later I felt him grab me by the nape of my neck and pull me upward to face him.
It seems that my school’s ‘good boy’ had a fun side! He flashed me a very perverse grin before kissing me. Fucking hell, did he know what he was doing, he expertly danced against my tongue, biting and sucking on my lips as his hand snuck around my neck. I was so hot and turned on at that point, I just wanted him to turn me around and fuck me on that bench right there and then, I so didn’t expect that from him. I would’ve screamed his name over and over again, he really did something to me…I think he knew that as I felt him smile against my lips, my grip getting harder on his dick as my jerking motion got faster. My other hand switched back and forth between his balls and his g-spot, he was surprisingly open to the latter which made him even sexier in my eyes. He started to make this funny face but after that, so I knew he was about to cum for me, his domme whore in that moment.
The same question hit us both: WHERE is he going to cum?! He can’t just jizz over the pew in front of us, someone will notice..he gave me a panicked look as he was literally cumming in that very second so I just instinctively lean back down again to put my lips around his cock, sucking him off int he final second. I felt him grab into the wooden bench and hold on for dear life, as his other hand dug into my back, causing me quite a significant amount of pain. His uncontrollable reaction turned me on, even more, knowing that I did that. The load warming up the inside of my mouth was quite impressive and tasted pretty fucking nice too, almost sweet. So I did what I had to: swallowed it, sat back up, and fixed my dress and hair, as if nothing had happened. People were too focused on the priest in front of them, thankfully nobody heard anything.
I look over to Einar to read his expression: did I do well, was he satisfied, did he want more…? I expected gratification mixed with exhaustion only to find a mean little glint in his eyes. He whispered to me that that was the most excruciating and wonderful few minutes of his life and that it was now time to let me have some fun, that he was just getting started. The experience from before already got me going for the promised fucking later on, but he made sure to tease me as much he could before that actually happened. I just felt a warm, long-fingered hand slink its way from my right thigh to my searing hot pussy, my clit tingling and throbbing harder with each passing second. Oh, how much fun I was about to experience….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wv39d3/f_decided_to_jerk_off_and_play_with_a_classmate