I used to be youthful. I’m too scared to give in to my desires. Looking back, I’m not sure how I resisted, but I’m not sure how I’m so free to be face down, ass exposed in the air, ready to take submissive orders today.
We went somewhere far enough away from home to have complete independence. It started with a text I always laughed off, “I still want you,” to which I responded, “I’m starting to believe you.” For a long time, I’d pretended it didn’t mean anything so we could move on to casual talk and not have to wake up to our unfinished business.
“I had a secure box in which I hid all these feelings, and you’ve just unpacked it, and now I’m just… I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure, what box?”
“Never mind, I just remember you and how you feel.”
When we arrived, I was struck with guilt and felt I shouldn’t have come. He stripped off my clothing and stroked every part of me, kissing me all over. He ate me up, and when I arrived, my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. I was being childish, and he was gentle, passionate, and only willing to give and take as far as I was willing to go.
He sat on top of me, his cock directly on top of me. I yearned to feel him inside of me. He went up and down against my clit, and I gave in and moved with him in the most exquisite, earth-shattering missionary ever.
He gripped my ankles and tucked them under his knees to keep me in place. Even though I was naked and wet, he only rubbed up against me. I drew him closer me because he seemed intentional and deep. I approached and gripped him tightly as he grinded harder. My body relaxed as he landed on my belly, and I’ll always wonder if he had as much fun as I did.
On the way home, he casually stated, “You know, if you ever asked me to make love to you, I won’t say no, just so you know.” This was years ago.
I recently went to see him and stayed the night, and the passion lasted until the next morning. We’d had a few chats about kinky sex, and I’d discovered that I fantasize more than I play. I decided to play today.
He went into the office for a half-day, and when he was supposed to return, I texted him, “I am your slave, your every whim is my command.” I carried two tripods with me. When you arrive, you can position them wherever you wish. “You’ll find me ready to accept commands.” He’d asked me to record ourselves once, and I was nervous about seeing myself in that light. “We’ll watch it, get busy again, and then delete it right away.” Today was the day that all my shells broke.
I had the tripods situated on opposite ends of the bed, out of sight of each other, when he came. My phone had already started recording.
I was naked, with my ass in the air and my face down. “I enjoy this,” he said as he kissed my a$$, removed his shirt, placed his phone on the other tripod, and began filming. “Stay right there, still and quiet, and don’t cum until I say so.”
He knelt behind me and began eating me from behind. I was dripping wet just thinking about him finding me in that situation. As he pinched my nipples, he stood up, slid two fingers in and curled them towards my g-spot. I was drenched, and he was panting with delight. “Not until I give you permission,” he reminded me as my breathing became heavier and harder.
I began taking deeper breaths to slow the explosion that was developing around his fingers. He began kissing the back of my neck and caressing the back of my clit. I couldn’t stop the orgasm, and an involuntary whimper escaped my throat. “Ooohh, good girl,” he said, pausing. We’ll give you more than you can handle in a moment. Now it’s my turn to cum in your mouth.”
I came to a halt and put my head on his tummy. I licked his balls more and then took his full length in my mouth, feeling him in my throat, “OHHH.” Massaging his balls, I sucked on the head and teased with short bites, driving him wild. Then I felt him come up to meet my mouth in a rhythmic up-and-down and in-and-out action.
I could feel the tenseness in his thighs and knew he was close. He finally exploded in my mouth, in and out as deep as my throat would allow. I sucked in as I pulled up and pressed my tongue hard on him as I slid down. He grabbed on to the side of my face with one hand and I could feel that he’d had enough. I went on a little longer just for some nasty agony. Then I gulped and approached him.
I could feel his thighs strain and knew he was close. Finally, he exploded in my mouth, in and out as far as my throat would allow. As I slid down, I sucked in and mashed my tongue against him. I could tell he’d had enough when he grasped the side of my face with one hand. I stayed a little longer for some severe suffering. Then I took a deep breath and approached him.
We began watching as he stood up to remove his phone from the tripod. I was lying next to him, my leg over his, when he took my hand in his and said, “I owe you,” before putting his camera back on the tripod and laying me down on my back. He motioned up and down while kneeling between my legs, his cock poised to enter. I impatiently raised my hips to him.
He grabbed my ankles and put them under his knees to secure me in place. He slid his cock in so far and so hard that I had to take a breather. He threw his entire weight on me. He rocked into me deliberately, and I tightened my grip as I climaxed. The suppressed scream could be felt throughout my entire body.
He hesitated somewhat before pulling my legs apart spread eagle and hammering into me hard and fast. As a second orgasm arose, I pushed my hips onto him to feel that shove against my clit. I let go of him, reaching for a pillow and screaming into it. I had no idea I was a screamer until that moment.
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