Went to dinner last night in a tight black dress and pumps, with my normally dominate SO. Im tan, brunette, 5’5, 32 yo, with big tits, a flat stomach and wide hips, a body i work out for every single day. I have an insanely high sex drive – and I chose the man to handle it with care, for the story lets call him X.
We were eating at a restaurant inside a hotel, planning to fuck in the kind of way that would wake the whole house up if we went home after. More often than not I want rough sex, and I like that my man knows how to be in control.
But, earlier in the week we had been having some disagreements, over little things in our day to day, and I was still just a tiny bit annoyed that he had gotten his way, with no real apology to me.
At Christmas he had given me a golden ticket. It is supposed to be valid for sex on the spot, however I want it, whenever I want it. I keep it in my bedside drawer, but before we left for dinner, I slipped it into my cleavage, which is a nice storage area if you got it like that ladies.
I let him eat his dinner, and kept up with conversation, but before he could finish the last bite, i discreetly slid the ticket across the table.
M: Now please
X: (still holding fork) right at this second!?
M: Yes, you’re finished eating now, take me upstairs
He hesitated, but he didnt talk back. He raised his fingers for the waiter, paid the bill, and stood up. In the elevator we werent alone, I reminded him quietly that the ticket says “however I want”.
We quietly entered the room, in the comfortable way that couples do, he started to take off his jacket, but I stopped him.
I instructed him to kneel at the end of the bed, and I stood before him and slowly undressed. Keeping on my shoes, and my thong. He was on his knees and I could see his big dick pressing against those dress pants. Every time he tried to touch my skin, I slapped his hand away.
I laid down on the bed in front of him, and put my heels against his collar bones, while I slowly finger fucked myself. Making sure I made as much noise as possible. He kept trying to readjust his dick and I kept telling him to keep his hands off my property.
I started working my other hand, two fingers in my ass and two in my pussy, loving how it felt to deprive him and watch him stare. He whimpered “baby why are you torturing me”.
I came, letting it flow all over the end of the bed, soaking the sheets. I instructed him to remove my shoes, one by one. And then I crawled up in the nicely made hotel bed, under the covers, and watched him still kneeling at the end of the bed.
To be continued…[1]
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8fozhi/golden_ticket_mf1
Come on you can’t torture me like this please write another.