Have had some inspiring chat partners on reddit (some not so much ha) — so this series is dedicated to all the redditors who have made my pussy wet.
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I’d only met my edging partner online … we had chatted about our kinkiest fantasies and shared some anon pics of our cum covered hands, but it was finally a weekend where we could be together and dedicate a full 48 hours to each other in the flesh.
Pierre had planned the whole weekend, so I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. Truth be told, I didn’t know a lot about him … I knew his arms were strong and that his large hands could wrap around my waist and hold me tight. I knew that his cock curved just slightly and that when it was hard, the veins bulged and the head of his cock glistened with precum. I didn’t at all know what he looked like, but our history edging made that entirely unimportant — I had been getting off to his veined forearms for about six months now. I knew I just wanted to see his face flex with release and pleasure after unloading his cum onto mine.
I only had an inkling of an idea about what was in store for me … I had agreed to be his cum slave for the weekend. Anything was on the table to give him the ultimate gooning experience—everything that we had talked about on reddit would be fair game—we had exchanged plenty of videos and fantasies so I knew I could be in an area where we would be pushing my limits, but I was totally ready to be used.
We planned to meet at a ski resort about halfway between each of our homes … He would drive and I would have to fly in. I didn’t plan to get much skiing done, but I knew he would like to get out and take some turns on a few runs – who knows, maybe he’d force me to do a few … and then who knows what on the chairlift.
Though he had arrived at the hotel first, he was going to leave the room while I prepared myself. I had strict instructions—walk straight through the hotel lobby, straight to the elevator, and head to room 1143. Pierre left the door was open just a crack and I knocked before peaking my head in – “hello? Anyone there?”
As agreed, the room was empty; he must have slipped down the stairwell …
When I got to the room, I checked out all the preparations he had made—edibles on the table, ice bucket full and booze cooling; he’d also laid out a variable selection of whips, ropes, cuffs, dildos, harnesses, blindfolds … just any toy imaginable that we would use for our pleasure.
In the midst of the toys, there was a letter for me to open:
“Dear Mary – I have gone skiing, and you must be ready in 45 minutes to begin your journey as my cum slave. Please pour yourself a drink and help yourself to an edible. Prepare yourself for my return by dressing yourself in the lingerie I have provided and tie the blindfold around your eyes. You will not be able to see what I look like while I take in your body for the first time. You must also stuff your cunt with the vibrator I left on the bathroom counter. Once you are ready, please lay on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room. There are two rules: Do NOT remove your blindfold for any reason, and DO NOT cum before I tell you to— your Master”
I scanned the beautiful room he had rented … it was a suite more really; the hallway led to a living room with beautiful views of the mountains, there was a chaise draped with a beautiful wool blanket right by the fireplace. I could see that he had already started preparing tie down ropes for me by securing the ropes to the chaises’ legs. So … I guess we would be getting straight into it then.
I started to prepare myself by hopping into the shower to relax; I was a little nervous—I expected that we would be trying things I had never broached with my partners before but I wanted to experience it all—to be stretched, slapped, tied up, treated w/ admiration but also with derision—I would be 100% his slut this weekend and knew that I was here not just for my own desires, but to fulfill his.
When I stepped out of the shower, I noticed Master had chosen a tasteful and luxurious lingerie set—a beautiful lace black g-string bikini set with a matching garter. You could tell he had spared no expense … this wasn’t your average sex shop throw-a-way. The bra’s demi cups only just held my breasts from spilling over, and my nipples poked through the soft and intricate lace. Calling the bottoms a g-string was maybe a stretch … rather than running down my ass in a single line, the “string” split into two ribbons from the waist and cupped each of my ass cheeks and only came together again near my clit. My ass felt exposed and vulnerable, but I felt very sexy.
I noticed a silk kimono hanging in the bathroom, so I threw that on as I poured myself a glass of wine … the kimono wasn’t in the instructions but it was a bit chilly in my non g-string.
Next, I went to get comfy on the chaise; I reclined onto the luxury of velvet and wool and waited for my mysterious date to arrive. I had almost forgotten the vibe, but was plenty wet with anticipation to insert it easily into my warming cunt. I was surprised, when about 10 minutes later, the vibe started buzzing—he must be controlling it remotely … from the ski hill, the bar? the hallway? – it was a light, easy buzz that allowed me to clench and release with my pussy muscles; I imagined the vibe was his cock that I could draw into me with each vibrating pulse … I got hotter and hotter as I thought of my master on the mountain imagining me in this very position—as vulnerable as he wanted me.
In our edging sessions we had been practicing building up to our orgasms and then denying it to ourselves … I wanted to show him I could be patient for him, it would be humiliating to cum before we even met … and totally against the spirit of the weekend. I would let him down, I’d let myself down … but this vibe and my growing anticipation of getting railed and experiencing all the toys he laid out was really pushing me to my limits. I spread my legs wide and totally relaxed my pussy — i would need to treat the vibe like a low key massage rather than clenching it up into my cunt where it rested against my g-spot.
This tactic was so relaxing that I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke to cold hands rubbing up and down my leg; I gasped and squeaked out “sir?” he replied in the affirmative and apologized for his cold hands—he had just come off of a ski run.
“Mary, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting my favorite gooning slut, but you are already disappointing me—I never told you to put that kimono on.”
“I’m sorry sir—I was so cold – I can take it off if you like?”
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize to me, just follow my fucking instructions. This weekend is too fucking expensive to be ruined by your so-called “needs.” You’re mine this weekend, and every time you fuck up, I’m going to punish you in turn.”
His tone was serious—I knew we weren’t playing before, but I knew in this moment that we were going to make the best of this weekend and that he was deadly serious about his dom role. Before I knew it, I felt a sting of cold leather hit my feet as he said “this is your first warning … every time you put a toe out of line it is going to hurt more … and it definitely will not be your feet that get the brunt of the beating.”
Holy fucking shit—what have I gotten myself into here.
He may have noticed me tense up, because he took the switch and rubbed it gently up and down my legs … as I opened them into a v, he flittered the head of the switch over my puffy cunt.
“Mary—your pussy is so fucking wet already—have you cum without me?”
I assured him it was only cum from the anticipation of our session. I could feel his presence come closer, as he kneeled at the end of the lounge and started to run his hands on my feet—”Sir?” I squeaked “… do you think … that you might let me see your handsome face?”
“Not yet” he replied. “whores only see my cock—their last vision before I choke them with it … but maybe if you show me you are a good girl, you can see more of me before the weekend ends.”
His hands were running up and down my legs now. They were as strong and assertive as I had imagined they would be—he was getting closer and closer to my warm cunt and I started to wiggle my hips against my own desire—the vibe was still humming along deep in my cunt. Suddenly, he hooked his index finger around the we-vibe and pulled it out of my pussy. “We want to warm your cunt up, not wear it out” he growled.
“Now Mary — I’m going to start tying you up—we’re going to try out a couple scenes this weekend, but we’ll start pretty basic. I’m going to anchor your feet to the two tie downs at the end of the chaise. Ok, now put your hands above your head—I’m going to tie your wrists together and then anchor them above your head—hopefully you’ve been keeping up with your yoga practice.”
I’ve never been tied up before and it was the single most erotic experience I’ve had yet—I loved the way he gently wrapped the bondage rope around my ankles and wrists; because I was still blindfolded, I was so focused on the sensation of his hands adjusting the rope against my skin—he wasn’t being brutal or rough yet, but was soft and careful to make sure I was comfortable.
When he finished, he started to touch me.
This feels…hard to describe, the way his warm hands started to caresses and explore my body, first touching my face, my neck, my breasts … it was otherwordly and felt so intimate.
He was totally silent during this time, though as he fondled my breasts I could feel his breath on my body: “I’m going to lick your nipples Mary—they are the most beautiful nipples I’ve ever seen, and later I’m going to pinch them and slap them and twist them, but for right now, I want your hard nipples in my mouth. I want to feel them on my tongue”
Immediately I felt the warm lap of his tongue on my left breast … he was cupping the bottom and guiding the breast into his mouth with his hands. My nipple reacted immediately and I could feel the jolt of the sensation all the way in my cunt. While he rolled his tongue around my breasts, I could feel his other hand reach to my pussy which was still slick and hot and roiling for his cock—god I wanted to be fucked so bad that I started to beg.
“Please master, please fuck me to get it out of the way—one fuck, one orgasm, one release, and we can edge all weekend long. I can’t wait and will cum no matter what—I’d rather it be all over your cock.”
He didn’t reply, only slicked his fingers with my wetness. He burrowed his index finger into my mound to find my clit and started to draw small circles around the very tip.
This would be fucking unbearable. “I need you to cum on me” I gasped—my arms were tired, I was straining against the ties—I felt an animal need to get to his cock. ” I need you to cum in my mouth, I need you to fill my cunt. I need you to cum on my tits and on my face. I need your cum RIGHT NOW.” Immediately I know I would be rebuked for raising my voice. “I’m sorry, I just … I just want to taste your warm cum” I gasped.
He pulled his hand away my clit — “Now Mary — no one likes an entitled whore. Who said you could have my cum? I never promised you any of that — you have to prove to me that you are a patient and willing whore who can earn my cum.”
“Master … please tell me what to do.”
Part 2. cum show cuming. But you choose the adventure … what should our master subject Mary to?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zr596s/choose_your_own_adventure_meeting_my_edging