After my public proclamation of pain and loss, I was eager to get past it. I guess I’m lucky that I live in dark spaces full of lecherous men. Each offering to top the 10 orgasms, yet none really knowing how to. Nothing new; more of the same.
One man suggested that I should flip the script. In theory, if I were not a Sub, I’d have better control of who I would cum for. I’d never really taken control before. It was all the more strange for a man to offer his submission to me in such uncertain terms.
I’d teased him. He hadn’t let his load out. We met up for lunch somewhere near a mosque. Friday prayers brought a hoarde of men to the shop beside the hotel. He pointed out that they were all facing away from the hotel, as if to pretend sin didn’t beckon and coax all the same.
He had a curfew and I had a party to attend. Barely any time to waste. We’d rinsed off and after a brief kiss, I’d remembered; I was here to dominate. I told him to sit up in the middle of the bed.
I crawled up to his crotch for a silent sniff test. He twitched and sighed with my breath. If he were a car, this would be ignition. I wanted to rev him hard and not let him get whats his.
He put on a brave face and said he won’t cum until I handed control over to him. His dick was already stiff. Torture. I want him to say he’s being tortured.
I got to work with my tongue. Gently licking at his dick and balls. I was crouched like a cat, lapping away at a treat. Soon my saliva coated the under side of his dick, the entire ballsack, and precum had formed a snail trail from his belly button.
I licked the precum from his belly, pushing his dick aside. Then from the other side of his dick. It tasted like desperation. I went back to his frenulum and stayed there tickling it until another bead of precum appeared.
He moaned loud when I sucked up the head of his penis, sharply. I gave it enough suction to let out a pop on release from my lips. He was panting, I loved it.
“Moan for me.”
I kept working on only the head for some time. He started to move his thighs in an adorable struggle. So I pinned his leg down with my left arm and caressed his balls.
“You’re torturing me.”
Hehe. I got my signal. Immediately I switched to a rougher mode. I let him feel my lips clamping his shaft and sliding to the base of his dick. My tongue pressing along the slit of his penis on the upstroke. He felt the suction grow stronger and stronger. His moans were constant now.
He was right. I wanted to claim my highs. I looked up at him while sucking until his eyes opened and met mine. I locked his gaze and climbed onto him. My pussy slid over his poor dick.
“You’re so wet.”
“Isn’t that just your precum?”
I gave it a few more strokes before I pressed myself around his tip and slid him in. One surprise insert. He let out a long moan. Squeezed my pussy around his dick and savoured his whimpering as he watched me brace to ride him hard.
“You don’t get to cum while I’m on top.”
He sounded like a grown up version of a submissive male hentai. I only gave him low moans close to his ear. I wanted it to be very obvious when I cummed on his suffering dick. I tried to play it cool and be unaffected. But alas, my pussy knows not, what a lie is.
My wet, wet slaps on his hips were louder than my voice. How was I turning myself on? It didn’t help that his pubic mound was totally smooth and my juices forced my clit to slide a different way every time I came down on him.
I lost myself in the first 4 orgasms. Panting and screaming on his manly smelling shoulder. His hands dug into the sheets. His chin pointed up as though it could help him breathe better.
“My dick feels so sensitive today.”
This man is just asking me to torture him more. I went faster. I cummed twice more with bigger convulsions and louder screams.
“Anyone else made you feel this before?”
“No, never.”
I leaned back, my hands on his knees. I held his gaze and made sure he watched the entirety of Number 7. I knew he was enjoying the sight because his dick bucked so hard I had to lean forward again.
I held his head to my boobs and he hungrily ate my nipples. I grinded myself to get the eighth orgasm.
I let his dick fall out of my pussy so I could slide my clit on it. We made out and moaned. I was close to dropping the act but I stuck with it.
“Are you ready to cum?”
He all but grunted and moved to get behind me. He slid his dick in so carefully I had to giggle. I didn’t feel him starting to move. He had to have been staring at my ass so I wiggled and pushed back. He gripped my hips as if to stop me, moaning his protests.
“It’s your turn to work, you know.”
He began fucking me with a desperation so delicious I almost purred. But then he paused like a brain freeze.
“I don’t want it to end.”
I giggled and ‘massaged’ his dick still trying to stop the stimulation from my elated organ. He realized it was futile.
He kept going as long as he could and I loved it. I had 3 more orgasms; knowing that my highs were only bringing his cum ever so closely to the bed.
“Can I cum for you?”
I forgot I had to give him permission!
“Yes. Cum for me. It’s all mine.”
He didn’t wait for me to stop speaking. His crescendo was not musical but it may as well have been. The walls were ringing in my ears. I cummed along with him.
We both collapsed. His cum flowed out of me.
I had 12. Good job.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xhxjs1/mf_chasing_12_os