I’ve written a few stories about me and my friend Phoebe. Her long legs ended in a wonderful ass that bounced when you smacked it. She had long, curly hair that she tried and failed to keep straight. She had a hidden tattoo she claimed nobody else knew about. She would screw her face in mock anger whenever you teased her.
Outside of the bedroom, Phoebe liked to be in control, but what I finally discovered was that she liked to relinquish a bit of that control when clothes came off. She liked it when I took my time, and she especially liked it when I told her what to do.
So one night we were at a party and Phoebe was wearing a floral skirt and I liked the way it swayed so I went up to her and said very matter-of-factly “I’m going to need you to suck my cock tonight.”
Her jaw dropped as she stared at me with slight disbelief. “Oh, come on, I was quiet,” I said. And a few hours later, when the party was dying down, we walked home together.
“I liked it when you told me to suck your cock,” Phoebe shivered. It was March and even though she had stolen my jacket it wasn’t doing much for her. “It was very… business like. Like you were my boss and just expected me to do it because you said so.”
“I didn’t even think about it, I just said it,” I replied.
We walked in silence a little, and then Phoebe said in a tiny, tiny voice, “Can I call you ‘boss’ when you fuck me?”
I actually stopped walking so I could process what she was asking. “I like the idea,” I said after a moment. “But we’re not in a 30’s gangster movie, so maybe something else.”
“What about ‘Professor,’ then?”
“Phoebe, do you have a thing for Professors?”
“Shut up!” Phoebe replied, her face reddening. “Answer the question!”
“Professor doesn’t feel right either,” I said. “… what about ‘sir’?”
*Ding ding ding, we have a winner.*
To be honest, we were pretty awkward about everything at first. Having a bit of a new dynamic to play with was an elephant in the room, and neither of us really knew how to start. So we sat on the couch together for a bit, sipping on wine, until I looked her dead in the eyes and asked her if she was ever going to suck my cock or not.
“Okay… sir,” Phoebe replied. And oh damn, we were off to the races.
“Don’t you dare make me cum,” I told her, her lips wrapped around me. “I want to play with you more.”
“Yes sir.”
I told her to stand up and bend over. “Yes, sir,” she replied. I knelt behind her and pulled her panties down, tracing the edges of her pussy with my fingers. I felt her shiver in front of me.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do,” Phoebe said. And I spanked her.
“What are you supposed to call me?”
“Yes, sir, sorry sir.”
“Good girl,” I said, and she practically melted into my hands. “Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes, sir, I really would.”
And then I fucked her, pushing her face into the couch as I plunged inside her, stretching her out and grunting with each thrust, Phoebe chanting “ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod” the entire time.
This dynamic became the norm for our fuck sessions moving forward. And as we experimented more, we got better at the roles we were playing. Phoebe would sometimes not call me sir, just so I would stop whatever we were doing to spank her and punish her. She liked being disobedient – but only a little.
“Would you like me to fuck you?” I would ask.
“Yes, sir,” Phoebe would reply. “Please fuck me.”
“Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”
“So fucking badly, sir. I need your cock inside me, please sir, please fuck me right now.”
When I was inside of her, balls deep in her pussy, I would make her thank me for fucking her. “Thank you for fucking me, sir. Your cock feels so good inside of me, sir. Please keep going, sir, I really want to cum…”
And then I would. After all, I always want to reward good behaviour. I would unleash myself deep inside of her with a long drawn out moan, pulling her into me as deep as I could go. We’d touch foreheads after, our faces flushed and sweaty, and then, if we weren’t too tired, we would fuck each other again.
*”Sir” is a pretty good name to start with. It’s not too serious or out-there, and it can really amp up a typical hooking-up relationship. Recommended to go with light spanking and slight degradation, or, for a more adventurous evening, with wine and cute tearaway panties.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ywavj2/fm_things_to_call_the_guy_youre_fucking_sir
I’m trying something a bit new here, getting back in the writing flow with a bit of a series. Let me know if it’s working for you.