You were so…big. That’s what attracted me to you. You were confident, charismatic, and had a smile that could light up a room. I had to actually look up at you when we spoke and the pain in my neck was a small price to pay to be so close to your butt when you would wear jeans on casual Friday.
When you asked me out, I was super excited. I hadn’t been in a relationship in a while, I had a bit of a bad reputation so I was trying to chill, but I was willing to pull out all the stops to make this work.
I loved being seen with you. Something about walking down the street hand-in-hand with a guy who is muscular and 6-foot-damn made me feel safe. I actually denied you the first time you tried to get in my pants. Trying to play things slow, you know? Usually not my style but I was getting older and it was time I started making guys work for it.
The first time we had sex was disappointing. I mean you’re no mandingo – definitely not – but you got the job done…sorta. It’s a combination of things, really. You’re just so big and buff that, on you, a decent package looks, well, tiny? I guess it’d be okay if you were 5’5″ and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. But as things were, it kinda looked like you had a third pinky between your legs. It’s not that I’m judging but you can’t blame me for imagining something bigger, right?
Plus, you taught me all these fun things we could do together! I mean, I won’t pretend I wouldn’t rather have those vascular forearms forcing my head into your crotch while you rammed…wait…
“You know,” I tease as I press my heel onto your chin, “I miss being with men who knew how to put me in my place. You’re full of muscle and it’s all for nothing.”
I had put on my most innocent tone. There’s no way you’d get mad at me for saying something like that. Especially since you were currently laying flat on your back at the foot of the bed. I hovered my soles over your lips. I know you want to lick my feet. You’re a freak like that, but you also said you liked not being allowed to, which worked for me.
I spread my toes wide, giggling as I can practically see your pupils dilate. I liked rubbing my feet against your face when you had stubble. It was ticklish. “You’re like a junkie,” I laugh, “a toe-jam junkie.”
My other foot is on your chest and I can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. It always did whenever I brought up the other men I’ve slept with. Weirdo.
I trace my toes over your torso and move them down until I’m almost touching your belt buckle before sliding my foot back up under the hem of your t-shirt. I almost whimper feeling your rock-hard abs under the fabric.
Fuck, you were built like a god.
“Aren’t you going to get your little clitty out?” I ask in a sing-song voice. Your hands immediately begin unfastening your buckle. Your button and zipper are next. I can see your 4 inch cock straining against the lace of the panties you made me…I mean, I made you wear.
“I wonder how that waitress who flirted with you tonight would feel if she knew that you liked Victoria’s Secret as much as she does?” I think out loud. It’s actually a bit difficult to reach your crotch from where I’m sitting but I manage to grab your stiffy with my toes.
You shake, like an electric charge just shot through you. That’s right. You haven’t cum in weeks, have you? “Poor baby,” I murmur, “your little thing feels like it can pop any minute.” I press my toes against it, enjoying the resistance and the way it springs right back up when I push it down. “You know what’s funny? I soaked these same panties the first time we made out. Now you’re soaking them in precum.”
I stop tormenting your cock and rub my toes against your abs again, teasing your belly button. “You may undress,” I say, trying my best to give a disinterested sigh. Despite how things looked, this was all about you, after all.
You stand up, taking off your t-shirt. Your muscles ripple under your skin and I feel myself getting wet at the sight of you. Even as I tilt my head curiously while watching you drop your jeans, I still imagine what it would be like if you were packing heat. If you could take me right now and make me run from your third leg.
Fuck…I should have said that out loud…
Your start taking off your panties and I stop you. “No,” I bite my fingertip, “leave them on, you slut.” I tap the bed next to me and you try to take a seat. “Ah, ah, ah,” I say, “on your knees, baby.”
You nod silently and get on your hands and knees with your perfect backside straining against the panties as I move my hand over your biceps, back and sides. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I practically moan. I suppose this is irony? I was never quite smart enough to know what the word meant. You wrap your powerful arms around my midriff and rest your head in my lap. It’s comforting, knowing that you could pick me up and snap me in two if you wanted. I suppose this is comforting for you too, feeling my fingers brushing through your hair and playing with your ears. I use my nails to tease your skin, raking them against your chiselled back while you plant kisses along the waistband of my jeans.
“Let me up, baby,” I whisper, tugging your hair gently so you’re looking up at me. “I’m going to take real good care of you, okay?”
You nod and sit on your heels as I stand up and walk to the chest of drawers. By the time I turn around you’re already in position, splayed across the mattress with your butt presented like a bitch in heat. Kinda sexy, if I had to say so. Your arch game is almost better than my own.
It takes me a while to get the harness on, especially since I was still fully dressed. Maybe next times a dress and pantyhose would work better instead of jeans? I don’t know. Soon, I’m standing behind you, my hands moving up your muscular thighs and fingering the pantyline of the black lace thong you’re wearing. You’re perfectly groomed, immaculately shaved and meticulously clean. I move my hand down between your thighs and squeeze your package, not too rough – just enough to let you know who’s in charge – before pulling the string to the side.
By this point, you’ve probably taken it up the ass more than I have. The first time we did this, I was almost disappointed as to how easily you took the dildo inside you. I suppose it’s how men feel when they realize another man has been inside the woman they love.
As I rub the lube into the latex mold of another man’s perfect cock, I feel a familiar sense of naughtiness and empowerment come over me. I wonder who else has seen you like this, submissive and cock-hungry, and a twinge of jealousy rises somewhere in the depths of my psyche.
I use a bit of lube on my fingertips to ease two of my fingers inside your backdoor, making sure you were nice and relaxed.
“Don’t worry, little girl,” I tease as I hear you whimper, “I’m going to be very gentle…at first. Then I’m going to tear up this loose little boy pussy until you squirt your nasty sissy juice and ruin these panties.”
I fasten the straps at my hips and press the tip of the dildo against your puckered and eager hole. Your arms reach up and your muscles flex as you grab hold of the sheets. Your grunt is masculine, powerful, and still incredibly submissive as I penetrate you. I can’t possibly imagine what having a cock feels like, but watching the dildo disappear inch-by-inch as I work it inside your hungry hole is almost mesmerizing. “That’s right,” I say, tugging on the waistband of your panties so the crotch rides up and bites into your balls. “You take every inch of this dick,” I press my hips forward, leaning against you as you thrust back on me, “let me know when you’ve had enough.”
You almost cry out, burying your face in your own shoulder. I can tell your ears are getting red. I raise my hand and smack your ass, repeating the process every time I feed you more cock. “More?” I ask, thrusting sharply, “you want more?”
I smile, looking down and watching your toes curl and hearing you mewl as I stretch you. Finally, you cry out, “Oh, daddy!” you say. Fuck, that’s sexy.
I pull out, much to your disappointment, and bite the tip of my finger while you look back at me. “I think I want you on your back,” I say with an impish tone. You comply, of course, rolling to your back and lifting your legs up while spreading them.
I lay over you, kissing your lips and chin while I move my hand over your chest. Your nipples are rock hard and I giggle while moving my lips over to them. Before you, I never knew that a man’s nipples were so sensitive but the way your cock throbs under my weight as I suck on them lets me know that they appreciate the attention.
“Ready to squirt for me?” I ask, getting my knees planted as I get in position to fuck you properly. My hands run over your stomach as I wait for a respond. I trace my fingertips between the ridges of your abs before moving them down to position the dildo once again.
“Yes, daddy,” you grunt. You can feel me pressing against your entrance once more. From this position, the tip of the dildo will curve upwards and grind on your prostate once I shove it inside, especially once you start grinding into my thrusts like the hungry slut you are. After being denied for so long, all that needed to happen was for me to move into you and you’ll be rolling your eyes in pleasure and cumming like a girl in front of your own girlfriend.
“Daddy,” you whine your voice soft and gentle now, “fuck me, please.” It’s embarrassing but you get off the humiliation.
I smile and lean in, kissing your stomach again. “I will, baby,” I tease, breathing against your skin as I take my time with my words. I nip at your skin and let the faux shaft slide between my fingers as it pierces your backside once more. The length is buried inside your hungry pussy and your little cock throbs, smacking against your belly as a bead of runny precum oozes out of you.
I grab hold of your cock. Not gentle, but firm, domineering. I wrap my slender fingers around the stiff, pathetic little he-clit and press my thumb against the underside to make sure not another drop can escape without my letting it. “I’m going to fuck you just like you deserve,” I say, “but first…tell me who’s the man in this house…”
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