We don’t even have our clothes off and I’m absolutely dripping wet, I can feel the moisture pooling in my panties. This is insane. We’re barely kissing, barely touching, and I’m on the brink of explosion.
“Tell me how you like it,” he whispers while I situate my legs in a straddle position over his hips, pushing myself upright. *God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Thank you, Tinder*. I stare at him for a brief moment to take him all in. His skin is like homemade caramel, so rich in melanin and smooth. He trails his fingers down the front of my dress and lands both hands on my waistline. I can feel the calluses on his palms even through my clothes— he must do some heavy lifting on his off days.
“I was hoping you’d be a big boy and figure it out for yourself,” I say in a taunting voice, pulling away from our kiss to look at him with a pouty bottom lip and puppy dog eyes. He slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing one nipple at a time. The frigid air in his apartment hardens them instantly. His fingers explore the veins around my neck and his eyes find mine.
“Choking?” He asked.
“Mmmm, I think you could be the judge of that.” The thumb of his right hand and his remaining four fingers wrap securely around my jugular. I take a sharp, short inhale and we hold each other’s gaze before my eyes roll back. He pulls me by the neck to lean me into him to nibble on my bottom lip and squeezes my neck a little tighter. I let out a small whimper and I can feel myself secreting through my panties.
“Oh… so she does like this one?” His eye soften, but I sense a devil in flames igniting behind his pupils. All I’m able to do without thinking is nod, and he tightens his grip once more.
“Breath… play…” I say in a breathless whisper.
“Oh? So she’s experienced.” I close my eyes and release a grin, wrapping my hands around his arm for support. “I feel like she knows a little more than she’s letting on. Am I right?” *Oh he’s right*.
My favorite thing to do with men is underpromise and over deliver —because they’re fucking idiots, of course. Nothing brings me more joy than playing the role of an inexperienced, dumb bimbo. I feel like it mentally tricks them but causes them to be obsessed with me once they release what I’m capable of. I love knowing I can keep these men at arms length while forcing them to develop a need for me. Because in reality, I don’t need them. Do I want them, yes? Do I need them? Absolutely not.
He slowly releases his fingers and drags them down my décolleté. I cup my fingers around his cheeks, forcing his lips to make a kissy face.
“I guess you’re going to have to find out. Am I right?” I say in a mocking tone. He rolls his eyes back and the corner of his mouth curves up, letting out a chuckle. God, his teeth are so gorgeous. Perfectly bright white, and straight, I bet he had braces as a kid. I plunge in to attack his tongue with mine and take in his scent. He has hints of tobacco and sandalwood on his clothes, it’s delicious. He lets out the sweetest moan in between breaths. Not to mention that three day old stubble on his face waiting to be shaved come Monday morning.
He quickly wraps his legs around my waist, and flips me over to my back, placing both hands on either side of my head. “God, you’re naughty.” He devours my bottom lip once more and wrestles with my tongue.I let out a scoff.
“Me? Ohmygod, never!” The sarcasm was ripe with this response. I’m trying to press his buttons and get him riled up a little bit just to see what he’s got in store for me. He glances over at the digital clock sitting on his modern sleek nightstand, I follow his eyes as the clock ticks to 11:52PM.
“How much time do I have?” He asks glancing back at me with that seductive smile, like he’s got something up his sleeve.
“16 minutes, actually.” *I literally just said the first number that popped in my head*. I can see his wheels turning.
“What’s at…” he mouths the numbers in sequential order counting the time, “12:08?”
“The time I’m scheduled to be be leaving here, what did you think it was? I have a big girl corporate job to be at in the morning.” He chuckles again then reaching for his phone, I hear the click of it unlocking and he starts browsing through apps.
“You’re not seriously on your phone, are you? I’m quite literally in the middle of creaming for you, mostly clothed at that, and you’re—“ his hand completely cups my mouth with light force, meanwhile I’m still babbling on a muffled conversation to myself.
“Shhh, baby you talk to much.” He made the conscious effort to not make eye contact while still fiddle fucking around on his phone, but that killer smile never leaves his face.
“Baby?” I continue to muffle something unintelligible through his hand and furrow my brows. He ignores my response and flips his phone screen over to show me a timer counting down. 15:59… 15:58… 15:57…
“16 minutes.” He slides his hand down from my mouth — which is now gaping open at this point — inviting his pointer finger to slide in and suppress my tongue. “When that timer goes off, you will be coming for me.” *Pshhh, fucking cake*. “Except, I do have a few rules I need you to follow.”
I sat there, gently greeting his finger with my tongue. His finger makes its way out of my mouth, wiping the salvia down my bottom lip and chin. He reaches over me and grabs his work tie that had been sitting on the floor since the moment we walked in his bedroom.
“Do you trust me?” *I mean, I don’t really have a reason not to, unless you’re a serial killer. So, I guess.*
“Yes?” I say while giving him a subtle side eye and cocking my head to the left.
“No, I need you to say it with confidence. Try again.”
“Yes.”
“Ah, I knew you were a good girl.” He hooks his pointer finger under my chin, lifting it higher. I’m melting underneath him. He takes the tie in both hands and says, “Open.” Giving a tilt to his chin, signaling me to open my mouth. I open it about an inch, y’know, to test the waters. “Aht, wider, come on.”
I open it as wide as I can and he wraps the tie in my mouth and gives it a good tug, finishing the knot in the back of my head. *Oh, so this is where this is going?* “If you dare come before that timer is up, you’ll be sorry, this is your first and only warning.” I narrow my eyes, attempting to look big and tough by giving him a death stare. *Is it working?* He grabs a firm hold of my face, cupped in his hands and directs my gaze so he’s the center of my attention. His eyes are angelic and the most sultry color. They’re a deep shade of hazel, drizzled with hues of honey around the iris.
“I said,” he locks his eyes in to mine, tightening his grip on my face, “do you understand me?”
“Uh-huh,” I muffle as I roll my eyes looking away from him. He looks displeased.
“Okay, roll your eyes again.” He aggressively rolls me over to my stomach, plowing the side of my face into the mattress with his hand on the back of my head. He leans in close to my ear and grits through his teeth, “I dare you.” *Good god, my makeup is going to stain the fuck out of his sheets.*
His right hand, still firmly pressing my face against his mattress, takes his left hand and slides it in between my legs, forcing them open. His hand makes its way to the wettest part of my panties first.
“Wet already?” My cheeks completed flush with heat and embarrassment. Thank god he can’t see my face. I catch a look at his phone on the nightstand, 14:02… 14:01… 14:00. I can feel my body screaming for him to be inside me already. His middle finger starts to circle my clit, the tension in my muscles starts to ease. “Mmmm, that’s a good girl.” My breathing starts to pick up, *please don’t come already. It’s been literally 42 seconds*. My body continues to give into him with every touch.
“Every time you so even think about coming without permission, I stop. And time will start over. Do you understand?” I nod underneath his grip, rubbing more makeup into his white cotton sheets. *I mean, thank god for bleach*. He slides his middle finger inside me, and it’s a perfect fit. My eyes completely roll to the back of my head. *I’m telling you right now… I’m not holding on for another thirteen and a half minutes. What’s the worse that can happen?*
“Hands behind your back.” He demands. I cross them behind my back, over my tailbone. *Okay, let’s see where this goes*. He removes his hand from my face and grasps onto my wrists. His calloused hands are damn near big enough to grip the entire circumference of an NBA basketball.
“Mmmm, I knew you had it in you.” His finger slides in and out of me so slowly, I can feel my vaginal walls pulsating around that one fucking finger. My breath continues to quicken, and so does his finger. He reaches his thumb under to run laps around my clit. *Oh god, I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this.*
My breathing is so fast I’m practically hyperventilating, hips are grinding in motion with his finger, begging him not to stop. I feel the tension coming back to my body and my muscles tightening, savoring every single stroke and — *oh my fucking god I’m so close. I’m so fucking close*. I look over at the timer once again, 10:16… 10:15… 10:14… I cross my legs and brace for the climax, I can’t wait any longer but I’m so close to reaching my peak.
And then he … stops? He stops. He… stops?! Everything building to this moment, just gone. Vanished.
I whipped my head around so fast, mumbling some nonsense. His eyes looked riveting, like he knew I wasn’t going to make the countdown from the get go. That tongue of his licks his bottom lip in mischief. He’s up to something. He says not a single word to me, just reached over to the timer on his phone and pushes ‘cancel’ then ‘start’.
“Sorry kitten, don’t fuck with me. Let’s try this again.” Of course he fucking chuckles.
I attempt to reach my hands behind my head to untie this stupid fucking tie, until I’m stopped by a hand grabbing a fistful my hair and the other clutching onto my face with my juices lubricating his grip. He straddles over the back of my waist and leans in so close his lips are touching my ear again. *God, he’s practically salivating*.
“Lucky for you, each time you fuck up, this little game you thinking you’re playing gets harder. Until you’re so fucking exhausted you’re forced to give in.” I can feel the corners of his mouth turn up into a playful grin.His voice is deep, and smooth like a tenor saxophone. Each note is so methodically calculated with every word he speaks. This time he slides in two fingers simultaneously, it’s a tight fit, but he takes the edge off with every stroke. 15:56… 15:55… 15:54.
*Okay, okay. I can do this. I can do this. Just divert your thoughts.* His fingers are steady and slow, much like before. *Think about work, uh, think about all the bullshit ass emails you have to answer in the morning*. He’s picking up the pace again and my pussy is gripping him, begging him to keep going. My eyes are looking up at the ceiling for answers on how I can make it through this without having to start over again.
“Oh trust me, you can’t work your way out of this one.” He can tell I’m trying to focus on other things— and here comes a third finger to join the other two inside of me. I clutch on to those three fingers to hold my orgasm in. *He’s doing this on purpose*.“God, you feel incredible,” *I know, it’s a blessing and a curse*, “I can’t wait until I own every inch of you.” The smoothness in his tone of voice forces me to give in. *I can’t keep fighting*. The feminist inside me would hate that right about now. I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing in order to not force myself into overdrive.
He flips me onto my back with the trio still deep inside me, his free hand finds it way back to its new home: my neck. I glance over again, we’re under 9 minutes this time. *At least I’m making better time than last round*. The hand around my neck is secure, almost like he doesn’t want me to get away. The trio slides out and it’s covered in my cream, gravity is causing it to drip from his fingers. He takes a quick look at his hand, and smiles with pride.
The hand around my neck slides down and grabs a firm hold of my breast. The infamous fingers make its way into my mouth. I close my eyes in ecstasy to instinctively start sucking. He presses his body weight onto me, feeling the bulge in his pants growing thicker, and harder. I can feel a stream of something wet dripping out the corner of my mouth, probably a mixture of drool and my sweet nectar.
“You’re such a good girl,” his words force me to suck even harder, I’m damn near about the suck the melanin right off him. *There’s no place I’d rather be than right here, in this very moment*. His head turns to look at the timer again, “less than 7 minutes left, you think you can do it?”
I drag his fingers out of my mouth to linger on my bottom lip, and with my signature puppy dog eyes, I give him a soft nod and say, “Yes, daddy.” His cock gets harder and starts to pulse, ever so slightly.
He reaches into the nightstand and grabs out a condom. *Safety first*. Tears the wrapper open with his teeth, and spits the foil bit onto the floor. He unbuttons his pants and pulls out his rock hard cock. *Oh you’re fucking joking*. My eyes grew the size of Jupiter herself (and yes, Jupiter is has female energy). That thing has to be at least 9 inches, and it’s THICK. *There’s no way. It’s not happening*. He begins to roll the condom down from tip to base, my mouth gaping at this point. He catches me staring and laughs.
“Do we have a problem?” He says without making eye contact, still rolling the condom down. *It’ll take him at least two business days to get the whole thing on.*
“Um, yeah!” He spreads my legs with his knees, one at a time.
“And what seems to be the problem?” His voice is tender, and sweet.
“That will not fit.” Of course he laughs. *Asshole*.
“Yes it will, you’d be surprised. Just be lucky I’m not fisting you tonight.”
“And you’ll be surprised to find I don’t have enough vagina for either of those options. I’ve never taken anything that big! Plus, you’re only like five foot ten, HOW is it that big?” His right hand makes its way back to my jugular… so solid, and so full of purpose.
“Baby, I told you, you talk to much.” Grip tightening. *Baby*. *There he goes again*. “Just keep trusting me, I’ll take care of you.” And he flashes me another smug grin.I thought he was going to ease in just the tip, but he’s playing a tease by taking the head of his nine incher to run laps around my clit.
*Jesus Christ this feels amazing*. He grabs my hand to take ahold of his manhood, allowing me to slowly explore— but still just the tip. I inhale so deep it’s like I have forgotten how to breathe, he secures his fingers around mine to reinforce the fact that he’s in control. My back arches, inviting him to take more of me than I can handle. I’m trying to force him inside of me, but he’s holding back.
“A little more than 5 minutes, can you handle that, kitten?” One fell swoop, and he’s in. Sliding deeper inside me, my hands wrap around the forearm that is still choking me, I’m barely inhaling— *because apparently I have indeed forgotten how to breathe*.
“Breathe.” He says, his smile is comforting to me. I let out a long exhale and his fingers loosen simultaneously. I nod. He slides the remaining few inches inside of me and I clench my fingers around his arm and he lets out a soft moan while tossing his head back. I can feel my walls constraining around him, juices dripping from my sex down onto the bed. His girth is stretching me out, conforming to him, and pushing me past my limit.
His movements going in and out, are so slow and deliberate — *I feel like at this point he’s trying to cut himself more of a break than for me. I don’t know how much longer we can hold out*. I turn my head to look at the timer for the millionth time, but so does he.
“4 minutes.” He says with a small head nod and that big flashy grin. His pace is picking up, with each stroke my body relaxes more and more. Each second that passes I feel like his fingers are clenching around my neck tighter, and tighter, and tighter. To the point where I’m unable to turn my head and clock watch. His stokes are so long, and deep, it’s greeting my G-spot with every pass. My body is tensing up again. *Fuck, I’m so close, I don’t know if I’ll make it.* My hands grip the sheets to the side of me in frustration, knowing that the hand around my neck is still too tight for me to look at the clock.
“60 seconds. You can do this.” He’s purposely thrusting into me, faster, and faster. Until he’s practically slamming himself into me. *I’m either going to be bleeding, or bruised after this.* I close my eyes in efforts to divert my thoughts once again. “Open your eyes, look at me. I want to watch you when I get to finally take what’s mine.” My walls are closing in around him and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me before I hear the pinging of the timer and he says, “Come for me, babygirl,” in the most calm, and subtle tone.
I took a sharp inhale and my vision started to get spotty. *Oh I’m about to blackout*. For once, my thoughts are completely silenced and it’s so quiet, I swear to god I could hear his cum shooting of the condom. I let out the loudest moan and ripped the sheets from their neatly tucked corner. Every feeling of euphoria has washed over me as I’ve never felt anything so powerful and riveting. I’m whimpering. I’m giving every last inch of myself to this man, something I thought I’d never do again, *for any man at that*. I’m shuttering, in my most raw form and completely helpless— jerking my hips, fighting to get out from his hold, but never wanting to lose this moment. I would give him anything if he asked for it right now, a type of vulnerability I haven’t felt in a long time.
And then it hit me…Either my eyes are closed, or I’m unconscious, but my body is limp and everything is black.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12c8qiw/i_blacked_out_during_sex_while_getting_choked_f27