We’re having dinner at my sister’s place. Everyone is standing around the kitchen chatting away, kids and dogs are running around. Comfortable chaos. He sees my wine glass is empty, offers to refill it. I follow him to the counter, a bit away from everyone. When he hands me my glass, I give him a kiss- chaste, the way you do in front of family, but I linger for a millisecond. I look at him and smile, and then lean in quick- kiss his cheek, and whisper- “I’m going to gag on your cock later…”
His eyes immediately light up, but I don’t even see- I’m already headed back across the room, teasing my niece. We have dinner, and I start to do the dishes. He comes to dry them; there’s lots of incidental touching- hands collide, my tits graze his back as I scooch by. Normally these touches wouldn’t be noteworthy, but all he can think about is what I said earlier, and how good my lips are going to feel wrapped around his cock.
We start playing cards; he and I are euchre partners. My brother-in-law is telling jokes, has everyone laughing. I’m talking trash at cards. His phone is on the table, because he took a photo of me holding the baby earlier. I take an opportunity. I send a text- I want you in my throat. Your cum is going to taste so fucking good. He sees his phone light up but is focused on cards. We win the hand, and while the cards shuffle he checks his phone. He sees my name- confused, then intrigued. He reads it, and smiles guiltily, and quickly pockets his phone. He feels my eyes on him across the table; he looks up and I’m staring right at him, smirking. I bite my lip, so quick maybe he imagined it, as my wine glass heads to my mouth.
We finally say our goodbyes and get in the car. I babble on about innocuous things- funny things my niece said, what we are doing for the weekend, etc.- the whole time he is half listening, focused on what I had promised, wondering if I’m going to take his cock out in the car.
I am the picture of nonchalance- he’s beginning to wonder if he dreamt the whole thing.
We get home- drop keys, shoes, etc. He sits down on the couch- I know his skin is crawling. I stand in front of him, and then straddle him. Kiss him like I mean it, grind my hips into his lap. I toy with him a while- I love making out. I kiss us both into an absolute frenzy- alternating soft and hard, licking lips and biting, tongue and breath. I can tell he wants to rush it- at this point he just wants to thrust his cock into me- but I’m setting the pace- and I’ve got him right where I want him.
I stand up. He stands with me and follows me upstairs. I walk slowly, swinging my hips just so. His hands are all over me, greedy. I relieve him of his clothes, and he returns the favour. He is used to taking control, and assumes old habits. I resist, pushing him down on the bed instead. I climb between his legs, clearly ogling his now hard cock. I look up at him- “Finally,” I say, as I take him in my hand. My hand moves slowly while my tongue starts to lick- just the tip, light flicks. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all night,” …flick… “how badly I want it in my mouth,” …flick… “in my pussy,” …flick… “in my ass”…flick. “I can’t wait to swallow you,”…flick…”gag on your cock.” One more flick, followed by more tongue to soak his cock, slowly letting a trail of spit fall on the top. “Now lay back and enjoy the ride,” I say through a smile.
Without breaking eye contact, the flicks turn into licks, coating his cock in spit. He feels my lips, mouth, tongue- one at a time, and then all at once. I find a rhythm, and when I feel him settle into it, I open my throat and thrust him back- just once- and then go back to the steady rhythm. Repeat- mouth, lips, tongue- swirling, spitting, sucking- then throat- thrusting, holding, gagging. I hold his cock down my throat until I need to breathe- swallowing, showing off. I gag on it, then take it back in. I pick up the pace, cock hitting the back of my throat harder and harder. He hears spit, sucking, and gagging. Then it stops. I lick under his cock from the base to the tip, sending a shiver all the way through him.
I look up at him- I know this is torture, and I know how to make it worse. I lick his balls, already soaked in my spit- taking one at a time into my mouth- gently swirling, sucking. He moans, and I bite his thigh- just to make sure I have his attention. I go back to his cock- I’m done playing- I want cum. I slap his cock on my tongue, and then slam it into my mouth. I suck like it’s oxygen- never breaking eye contact. My eyes water, spit all over my face. I can feel his balls tighten in my hand as I roll them together, and I know I’m about to get what I want. I consider edging him, but he’s waited so patiently. I drive him into my throat, over and over- tongue swirling, gagging, desperate for cum. He finally lets go, and I feel the hot spray at the back of my throat.
I lighten the pressure, but don’t stop the motion; my mouth softens, coaxing every last drop of cum out of his cock. I keep sucking until he can’t take it anymore, and grabs me by the hair, roughly pulling me up for a kiss. He kisses me, my face covered in spit, mascara running down my face, feeling like queen of the universe. I smile- “Thank you, Sir”.
From “Down the Rabbit Hole: a collection of (true) erotic short stories and reflections from my dive into BDSM”- anthology available on Amazon December 2021!
Author: A_Liddell106
Best Friends Forever: Part 1/7 (MFf, D/S/s, latex, voyeur, facefuck)
Julia woke up late and should have just stayed in bed- her life would be so so so different if that were the case. She had stayed up way too late playing video games, and hit snooze one (okay, four) too many times. She rushed through her morning routine, cutting her usually meticulous makeup routine in half and aimlessly throwing belongings into her backpack. She tore a brush through her long brown hair, dressing her curvy frame in a short skirt and a loose-fitting tee tied at the waist. In her rush out the door, she spilled her coffee all over the kitchen floor. She hastily cleaned it up, and then literally RAN to the bus stop. She got halfway before she realized she left her laptop in the living room.
Resigned to missing her first class of the day, Julia walked back to the apartment that she shared with her good friend Katie. Julia and Katie had been friends since high school and moved in together to attend the same college a few hours outside of their hometown. They were close, and pretty much ideal roommates. They had complimentary schedules; Julia attended classes during the week, and due to a few terms of summer school, Katie had graduated early and started a job in town that kept her working shift work. They saw just enough of each other to remain close, but not too much to get in each other’s way.
Hard Reset: Part 3 (final) (MF, D/s, orgasm, dialogue, aftercare)
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I tilt my head back up at him, needing another kiss to settle. He licks my lips gently, touching his tongue to mine as our lips meet. “You need to cum once more baby, then you’re done, okay?” he says gently. I nod, not trusting my voice to answer. I have no idea if I will be able to cum- I still don’t really feel like I am in my body.
He sits up slightly, moving his hands over my breasts and taking time to roll my nipples between his fingers. “Open your legs for me baby, I’m going to make you feel good.”
I do as he says before I even realize I’m doing it, easily surrendering to his command. His hand moves between my legs, sliding between my lips to find me soaked for him. His fingers explore me until he gets a moan, and then gently settle into a rhythm. I burrow into his chest, keeping my legs open as he caresses my clit. “That’s it baby, let me make you feel good. Focus on my fingers…good girl,” he whispers, helping me to reconnect to myself.
Hard Reset: Part 2 (MF, D/s, impact play, spanking, pain, subspace)
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My orgasm rips through me, releasing all of the tension and need that he built up in me as my pussy gushes around his fingers. My body convulses under his touch, as he slows the pace to a slow rub, demanding every single shiver he can from my body. He finally lets me come down, stroking my hair and praising me as my heart rate fights to slow down. “`Thank you Sir,” I say dreamily, the relief palpable. “You’re welcome baby,” he says gently, “but you’re not done yet. I am going to untie you, and you are going to get on your hands and knees. I am going to hurt you now,” he says matter-of-factly, deftly releasing me from my restraints. I shakily get on all fours, my limbs still week from my orgasm. I hear him behind me, selecting his first implement.
Hard Reset: Part 1 (MF, D/s, edging)
It’s been an excruciatingly long week. Every single work battle was uphill, and I hadn’t had a win all week. I could feel frustration and tension in my belly, a constant course through my bloodstream. The barking of the dog is grating, the thought of cooking dinner completely overwhelming. I have been for a run, had a bubble bath, listened to music- nothing is helping.
I am desperately in need of a hard reset, and there is only one way to get it- I text him.
The room is black through my blindfold. I find myself laying on my bed completely naked, my nipples hard from the air conditioning and the nerves. My legs are spread, arms at my sides. I can hear my heartbeat, making an effort to slow my breathing as the butterflies threaten to take over.
I lay like this for a while, time beginning to slip away as the anticipation consumes me. I feel him before I hear him, the energy of the room shifting as he enters. I am not permitted to speak until spoken to, so I fight the urge to politely greet him or flat out beg him to touch me. I feel his eyes on me as he circles the bed, taking a seat in the chair at my feet. I hear him lean back, taking in the view- saying nothing. I am completely exposed; I ball my hands into fists and then release them, trying to channel the tension before I combust. Christ, he hasn’t even touched me yet and I am already soaking wet.