Tag: Fisting

You know how they say, “there’s always a first for everything”? Well, it’s true and although I wouldn’t exactly know what “first” this would be called for me, I just know it was… well a first.

     Today had been the second time. The very first time was good, it was the icebreaker, so it was supposed to be a little nerve-racking with anxiousness floating in the air around us. Of course, I had to play the part too and just be extremely out-of-the-ordinary shy, hell I was already shy on a day-to-day basis. The first time was me covering my face with my hands while my legs acted as if they didn’t want to open from shear embarrassment. And ’embarrassment’ meaning simply that it had been a while since someone had seen me in all my nakedness, especially someone new. Yet there you were, in desperate wanton heat, your eyes begging me to give myself to you. Read more »

We’re cuddled up on the bed watching tv, innocently enough. Until your hands start wandering. I hear you sigh. Then you fist your hand in my hair and pull my head back until I’m looking at you.
“I want you. Go put on a outfit you want to show me. Bring the bag when you’re done.” You say with a slighty evil grin.
“Yes Sir.” I grin. You pull me in for a quick kiss then smack my ass. I get up and go into the closet. I grab some of my new things, torn between hurrying up and going slow to drag it out. I walk out with the bag in my hand. Your face is worth it.
“Ohhhh fishnets. Drop the bag. Do a slow spin.” You say with a grin. I turn in my heels.
“Good girl.” You say when I turn back around.
“Knees.” You say. I sink down to my knees. And look up at you, waiting.
“Very pretty.”
You circle around me. And pick up the bag to set it the bed, you dig through it and take out what you want. You place the new cuffs on my wrists in the front. Then step back.
You unzip your pants.
“I want you to suck me like this. Slow. No hands.”
I lick my lips and lean forward. Mouth open. I suck the tip lightly. Watching you. I lick from your balls to the tip. Flicking and swirling the tip. I lean down and suck and nuzzle your balls before working my way back to the tip. I suck the tip in my mouth Working you slowly. I pull back and suck you all the way down in one slow motion. I love watching your face. I keep at it sucking you deep and hard. And so slow. Until finally you pull back and cum in my mouth.
“Let’s go get down and get coffee.” You say with a grin as you tuck your delicious cock back into your pants.
We go down and you sit at the table while I get you coffee. I bring your coffee and putter around. Grab you fruit and stuff to much on. I grab myself a cup and go back into the dining room. We drink out coffee and chat. “Come here my bitch.” You say and point next to you.
“feet wide as your hips hands behind your head.” I move accordingly. You sit and fondle and pet to your hearts content. Driving me insane with each brush of your hand. I’m already wet from sucking you earlier. Your petting and fondling soon has arousal dripping down my leg. Your still chatting with me. Grinning at my stuttering responses, and each catch of my breath and slight moans.
You turn towards me a bit in your chair and gesture to your lap.
“Knees. I want you to suck my cock.” I comply instantly. Carefully unzipping you and teasing and sucking your cock. While you drink your coffee. After several minutes your hand fists in my hair. You hold me down and thrust into my throat. I choke around you. You pull back and tell me to lay across the table. I do. I hear the slap and feel the sting of your hand on my ass. One side then the other. I moan. My hips wriggling of their own accord. Gods I just want you to fuck me. Please. Please.
You stop. I hear you move and stand up. I hear the click of your knife and feel the cold tip slide against my skin as you make a hole in the fishnets. After a pause I feel you grab the fishnets and rip them so you have access to what you want. I feel the tip of your cock at my pussy. You fuck me hard. Pounding me against the table. Fuck yes. All to soon you stop. I feel your cock at my ass. And feel you start to push past that right ring of muscle.
“Sir.” I moan. As I feel your balls slap my pussy.
“Please Sir??”
You pause. “What bitch??”
“Harder. Faster. Please Sir??” You growl as you start fucking my ass harder and faster. The table is moving across the floor. Neither one of us gives a shit. I clamp down around you as I cum so hard I see stars. I feel you stiffen and your rhythm turn jerky as you cum hard.

Part 1 is available [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lqegjl/silian_and_saphonia_part_1_of/).

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Silian coughed a wretched, ragged cough into the muddy cold of the stone floor. He blinked up into the moonlight, which was taunting him over his face. The only moon that managed its way into the cell was a triple sliver of silver, moving silently across the floor as the night went on. This winter had had more than the usual amount of clear nights, or at least it seemed that way from in here, the moonlight laughing silently at him. So now it hung on his face, casting grey light into the faded grey of his eyes. His irises faded to white at the edge. Even his pupils were faded to a hoary mist. From even the closeness of the rats’ bodies right before him, it wouldn’t be possible to discern where pupil faded to iris faded to white, such was his hunger.

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