[FF] Making Me Hers

While my current life doesn’t lend itself to wild stories, having been in a stable relationship for a while, my past is still full of wild tales. Let’s go back to a few years ago, at age 22. I had just made a big move across the country and didn’t know anyone save my friend who was sharing an apartment with me. Our apartment complex was down the street from a woman who ran kind of an art studio out of her house.

Her name was Jasmyn, she was in her mid-thirties, tall, slender, black, and had the kind of body that would make anyone want her. She gave lessons on dancing, painting, and photography for a living, as well as selling her own art. She and I met because my friend wanted to take one of her classes and hey, I love taking pictures of things. The moment she walked into the room, she seemed to make eye contact with me, it felt electric. The class on the whole went fine, my friend ended up stopping attending due to lack of funds, but I kept going. Jasmyn was funny and exciting, after a few months we had gotten to know each other a little bit and she invited me over in her off hours. She said she wanted to have me model for her, I agreed.

I was a little nervous as I knocked on her door, I was wearing a tank top and jeans, she answered the door in leggings and a cute, form fitting top. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. She brought me into her private studio, it was a very white room, lots of windows, plus backdrops, furniture, everything you might need. We talked about the kinds of pictures she wanted, pretty easy stuff. I got more comfortable with her as we went on and she started to ask if I was comfortable doing something a little sexier.

She had a little bed as part of the furniture and asked if I wanted to take some shots on it, I said alright, why not? I probably would have done anything for her. For each shot, she would come over to pose me, her hands running over my body, she was turning me on, as with each shot I seemed to lose more clothing. Once I was naked, she took a couple more shots, then came to sit on the bed next to me, asking if I trusted her. I nodded as her hand caressed my face. I let out a little sigh, she grinned, taking off her shirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing underwear before leaning in to kiss me. I moaned softly as we made out, slowly and intensely, for a few moments. She then got up, retrieving a pair of handcuffs and cuffing me to the bed, removing the rest of her clothes and climbing on top of me.

She kissed down my neck, slowly, nibbling, sucking, I squirmed against the cuffs as she made her way lower. She took her time, made sure I was being driven crazy, I found myself begging her to fuck me, over and over. She laughed, parting my legs,

“Oh, I will, but first, you need to make a promise. Promise you will be my personal toy, nobody else’s.”

I found myself nodding, “Yes, anything, I’m yours!”

“Good girl,” she said, kissing a trail down my thigh to my wet pussy, I let out a short moan as she started to eat me out, “Oh, fuck!” She was amazing, the way her tongue worked my clit, her fingers inside me, drove me to ecstasy. She didn’t let me cum quickly, though, she kept building me close and then denying me, making me beg her, “Please, mistress, please!” until I couldn’t take it anymore. Only then was I allowed to orgasm, cumming hard and screaming in pure pleasure. Once I finished, she got up, wiping my juices from her face, straddling my face and lowering her pussy to my lips.

“Now it’s your turn, please your ebony goddess.”

She tasted amazing, I loved the sounds she made as I licked her, I could have eaten her pussy for hours if my goddess had wanted it. I just wanted to break free from the restraints and touch her, but couldn’t. Then she came, shuddering, I moaned as I tasted her juices.

She got up, went over to where she got the cuff from and retrieved a strap on. She put it on and undid the cuffs, getting back on top of me. We kissed passionately, hungrily, arms wrapped around each other. She slid the strap on inside of me, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. As we went on, I started to claw at her back, moaning into the kiss, she never broke it, even when she made me cum again.

She got up again, removing the strap-on. “That was a reward, you have pleased your goddess” She said with a smile, crawling back into the bed next to me, pulling me close. We kissed gently, enjoying the afterglow.

After that encounter, we started to see each other more frequently, I even moved in with her for a little while. It was an amazing time, but life happened, she moved, we still keep in touch, though.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8frzyp/ff_making_me_hers