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Earlier that morning, Ben had woken up feeling drowsy and cuddly, as he often did next to his girlfriend, Jessica. It was the morning of their 6-month anniversary, and he was getting more and more comfortable getting dirtier and dirtier. He had always had a thing for sex in public places. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but there was something sexy about sneaking into a public bathroom or a dark corner of a library for a quickie. The week before, on the walk home from a hip hop club where they were grinding and making out at all night, he had pulled her in to a side street and fingered her until she came.
Those sorts of things he had always been comfortable with, but the last few weeks he had become more and more curious about other things. He slapped girls asses and had done some light biting and dirty talk, but there were parts of dominance that made him uncomfortable and he had been hesitant to truly explore it.
He had gotten tastes though, that had piqued his interest. One girl he had been with had enjoyed being face fucked, and he liked pounding away at her mouth and then cumming while she licked his balls and came down her throat. Aside from the physicality of it, getting to both thrust and get a blowjob, there was something about the dominance and dirtiness that turned him on, that he didn’t have to hold back any of his masculine aggression. But, it wasn’t the type of thing he could enjoy with a girl who was doing it for his sake, so he had only done it with the one girl, Jane, an unassuming English PhD student who he had hooked up with for a few weeks before they parted ways amicably.
He had done the biting and the spanking and his girlfriend had enjoyed them and indicated subtly that she was game for more. So, for their anniversary, he had decided to buy her a kinky gift. He went online and bought two pairs of Velcro hand cuffs (one for each bed post). He had done some research, and these seemed like a good place to start. They had arrived the night before and he had taken them out of the box and played with them for a while, joking around about being a criminal and telling the cops to go fuck themselves.
“I didn’t do it!” he yelled, “I’m innocent.”
He wanted the night to be special, so he took the afternoon off from work and went grocery shopping. While she was still at work, he began to make risotto. He chopped the onions and fried them in the butter, then poured in the Arborio rice. Once it got glistening, he began ladling in the stock, half a cup at a time. While he waited for each ladle to get soaked up in the rice, he chopped up vegetables for a salad and threw some more into a pan to put in the risotto. When the rice was almost cooked, he threw in a bunch of parmesan, mixed in the vegetables, twisted some pepper on top and mixed it up.
“Voila,” he said, and then began making the table and getting everything ready. He looked at his watch. She should be home soon. He was focused because he wanted her to be impressed by dinner, and feeling a little puckish about what he had planned for dessert. There was something right about it. They hadn’t specifically said anything about it, but he had little doubt that she would enjoy the surprise, and that she would feel comfortable setting boundaries if things went too far.
He heard a knock on the door. They weren’t living together, but they spent most nights at each other’s apartments, and he always enjoyed the anticipation and ritual of letting her in, of giving her a hug and a big kiss or pushing her against the wall in the hallway if he was feeling particularly horny, his hand lifting her leg by her inner thigh, and pressing her against the wall, losing himself in her mouth.
When he opened the door, he was floored. Apparently, she had a surprise for him too. She was wearing a long, dark jacket, which she must have unbuttoned as she waited for him, so by the time he got there she was waiting with her jacket open wearing nothing but a black bra, black panties, and black thigh-high socks.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” she said. She laughed as she walked in, gave him a wink and a kiss on the cheek as she walked past him. She put her jacket on a hook near the door, and then kept on walking, showing off her ass as she moved to the kitchen. Right as she left his view, she smacked her ass hard and laughed.
“Fuck,” he thought, “I think I might be in love.” The thought scared him, and he did his best to put it out of his head. It was too early in the relationship and he didn’t want to deal with that.
“Oh my God!” he heard in the other room. “This looks amazing!”
When he walked in, she was tasting it with the serving spoon.
“This is fucking incredible,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said. He walked over to her and gave her a proper kiss hello. “How was work?”
“Pretty normal day, nothing too difficult or dramatic. And, that little boy Ben got to go home today, which was really, really amazing.”
“That’s awesome,” he said.
She was a Resident, doing a rotation at the children’s hospital. He was always amazed at how she managed to come home after a long day and be present with him. She wasn’t a super woman, she had her difficult times – the first time a patient died was a rough week, and she was experiencing the normal growing pains of tackling a difficult job. But, for the most part, she loved her job, and he always assumed this was the reason it didn’t tax her as much as it could.
They chatted for a while and ate. She had her feet in his lap most of the time and he held her calves and ran his finger along them every once in a while. Occasionally, he would gaze at her chest and she would smile or breathe heavily so her torso elongated and her breasts puffed out, knowing the power she held but not saying anything explicitly.
As he began to finish his food, he started thinking about his surprise afterward. He began to rub her calves a little more purposefully, and then began to massage her feet. He had learned recently how to give a legitimate foot run, and he liked how much pleasure something so simple could provide.
They were still separated by the table, but her eyes were closed now, and she began to relax into the massage and rub her hands on her stomach and bra. Even though he had seen them at least a hundred times by now, he was still mesmerized.
“Take your top off,” he said. He was a little nervous saying it. Normally, it would have been a pretty benign comment, but given what he had planned for the night, he was aware he was easing in to the role.
She seemed to notice the change in tone as well. The playfulness with which he had previously teased him transformed into a sexy compliance. She took her bra off and stood there while he looked. There was no shimmy this time.
“Play with them,” he said, smiling. She began to rub her hands on her breasts. They were b’s, and fit perfectly in her small, smooth hands. She pinched her nipples lightly as she was rubbing, closing her eyes and enjoying the electric rush each time she squeezed them.
“You’re so sexy when you’re turned on,” he said. She smiled and became a bit flush. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her like that. It was endearing and intoxicating and filled him with a surge of confidence as he saw the affect he could have on her.
“Put your finger in your mouth,” he said. He couldn’t explain why, but he loved it. You would think it was because of the symbolism, but that wasn’t it. It was the blatant sexuality that usually didn’t get unearthed from women until they were comfortable, that turned him on. The same reason he liked when she asked to be fucked or told him how badly he wanted his cock. So often, girls, whether because it was true or because they felt compelled to play the game, would be the gatekeepers of sex and when that game dropped it drove him wild.
“Play with yourself,” he said, “but, just a little bit. I’ve got a surprise for you later.”
She did this too, pulling her finger from her mouth slowly and putting her hand down her underwear. He could see her wrist bend and her hand thrust and knew that she was sticking her fingers deep inside her to reach her g spot. He let her rub herself for a few strokes before getting up, moving her hands from her vagina, tasting her fingers, and then kissing her deeply. He then took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom.
He had cleaned up and made the bed and in the center of the bed were a pair of handcuffs and a bouquet of flowers. She couldn’t hold character, and gave a little squeal of delight. She picked up the flowers and inhaled the smell, held them to her heart, and then put them on the night table. Then she picked up the handcuffs.
“What were you planning on doing with these?” she asked.
He smiled, a little embarrassed. “I thought we would have a little fun tonight,” he said.
She stretched out on the bed, her arms and legs splayed. The pose was so welcoming, he thought. He had always loved when a girl would spread her legs for him to penetrate her, it was so carnal and inviting. This was a step up, her body communicating how willing and excited she was to be tied up.
He was lucky to have a bed with a headboard, and he put the handcuffs around her and tied one hand to each post. He had done some reading, and knew that he had to be careful how long she was cuffed and how tight it was to make sure she didn’t have issues with blood flow.
“Let me know if your arms feel tingly, ok.”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded.
At this point, he was a bit flummoxed. She was tied up, and it was sexy, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do next beyond the usual. He decided not to worry too much about it, and started kissing her – first her mouth, then her neck, her shoulders, which he bit first gently and gradually harder until she moaned. He stopped there, and began paying attention to her breasts. He loved how sensitive they were. He sucked on each breast, sucking in the nipples lightly and then flicking them with his tongue.
While he did this, he slid his finger into her. She began to get wet and started to writhe, and he felt the familiar feeling of bliss he felt when pleasuring a woman. He fingered her for a bit, then gradually rubbed her clit with his thumb. While he did this, he began to think about his next move. This was good, and it was hot, but he had wanted to up the ante.
He looked up at her, and she seemed to sense his uncertainty. “I’m yours, you sexy fucking stud,” she said. “Do what you want with me.”
The words seemed to unleash something in him. He kissed her powerfully and the imitative aspect of it seemed to dissolve. He wasn’t playing dominant. He was dominating her. She was his in his mind, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.
“You’re my locked up little sex kitten.” He said. “I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you.”
He began to finger her with an intensity he had never unleashed.
“Just so you know, you’re not getting out until you're drenched in my cum,” he said. “And you’re not getting any cock until you cum for me at least a few times.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, and he began fingering her again. Soon, she began bucking her hips and choking out her breaths and he knew she was going to orgasm soon. He continued to rub her g spot and clit with everything he had. There was a strange moment where he felt like he could control her orgasm if he wanted, to make her cum through sheer will. That was how powerful he felt.
Soon she came, and her body quivered until she gradually became still. She always needed a few seconds after she came, where she babbled in tongues and talked about how much she loved oxytocin, one of the chemicals released during orgasm.
But, she would snap out of it pretty quickly. Usually, this would be time for his cock to make an entrance, but he wasn’t ready yet. So, he slid to the bottom of the bed and began licking her vagina. It was a beautiful pussy, and she tasted incredible.
He knew her well by now, and after a few minutes of alternating between tonguing her clit, and licking the length of her pussy, she was ready to cum again. He was almost disappointed, but then he realized he could do anything he wanted. He gave her a few seconds after she came, and then just kept going. Pretty soon his mouth was covered in her pussy juice and she had finished again.
He wiped his mouth and then pulled up and kissed her, first sexually, and then a little peck on the cheek that was a bit more playful. “I’m gonna get some water,” he said. “You stay here.”
He went into the kitchen and got two glasses of water. Then, he came back, and fed her the water. A bit dribbled down her chin and pooled on her neck and tits and stomach. He rubbed it in with his fingers. He had come down a bit from the high when he was fingering her, and he thought it was time for him to rev things up a bit more.
“Tell me if anything gets too much,” he said, kissing her.
“Thanks,” she said.
Again, he went first for the familiar. He began straddling her stomach, rubbing his cock on her tits, slowly thrusting and pulling them together. Then, he got up on his knees and guided his cock into her mouth. He started to slowly thrust his cock into her mouth. She was sucking on it as he moved, and they were in a rhythm like a slow dance.
It was nice, but he wanted more. “Lean into it,” he said. “Like your life depends on it.”
Similar to before, when her words break down a barrier, this seemed to topple one of hers. She closed her eyes and began sucking his cock like she’d never sucked it before.
“There’s nothing else in the world besides my cock,” he said. “This is your one and only concern.”
Somehow, this seemed to intensify her focus and she sucked his dick like she was yearning for it. He began to breathe heavily and simply enjoy it for a few minutes as she bobbed and licked and groaned.
“I feel like such a whore," she said. She didn’t usually call herself names, and he was concerned for a second that this was getting uncomfortable for her. But the tone of her voice, and the slight blush that was becoming familiar now, indicated she was turned on by it.
He had never had much interest in cumming on a girl’s face before. It had always seemed porn-y, like something that people do because they saw it on the internet rather than because it genuinely turned them on. But, as he stood over her and she sucked on his cock he suddenly wanted to cover her face in his cum.
“I’m gonna finish,” he said.
She nodded her head to indicate that she heard, and she started to go harder. Then, he pulled out of her mouth and began stroking his cock a few inches from her face. She looked surprised at first, but then she relaxed her face and closed her eyes.
“Please,” she said, “I need you all over me. I want to be your cum slut.”
He began to groan as he exploded all over her mouth and cheeks (he stayed away from her eyes and hair). Afterwards, the energy left him for a moment, and he laid beside her on the bed. He stroked her stomach and then trailed his finger up to her face and began slowly gliding the cum around her face and down her neck and then put his finger in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed the cum from his finger.
They were both worked up, and the situation and the intensity had gotten a little much. So, he decided to relax things for a bit. He took her cuffs off.
“Don’t worry, we’re just shifting positions,” he told her and then re-cuffed her so she was flat on her stomach.
He began to massage her shoulders, down her spine, and on to the soft spot on her hips, just above her ass. The whole time, even though he was giving a relaxing massage, he knew her face was covered in his cum. The mixture of romantic intimacy and sexuality was incredible.
After a few minutes, things felt more relaxed, and he was starting to get horny again. As he rubbed down her back along the sides of her spine, he started to slip a finger into her vagina when he got down there. Then, he propped her up, and went behind her.
He put on a condom and began to thrust inside of her. He still knew his cum was on her face and this lent what was relatively normal a slight edge. He continued to fuck her. She had already cum three times, so he wasn’t too worried yet about making her cum again, but she did rather quickly, before him, to his surprise. Again, he gave her a few seconds to relax before continuing to fuck her.
He was pounding away at her, smacking her ass occasionally, and very much enjoying the view. After all that had happened in the last hour or two, it was relaxing. Then, like before, he started to feel puckish. He began by sliding a finger into her ass, something he knew she loved. She would begin moaning at a higher key and it drove him wild.
“Tell me your ass is mine,” he said.
“I need you in my ass,” she responded.
He went into the night stand, and grabbed some lube, then slowly inserted himself inside her. After she got comfortable, he began fucking her harder and harder until she began to really relax into it. She was practically screaming at this point, and he was glad he didn’t have any roommates. He bent his whole body over around her and thrusted with everything he had as deeply into her ass as he possibly could until the sensitive part at the base of his cock was fully inside her.
Soon, he felt like he was gonna cum. He pulled out, took the condom off, and shot all over her back and ass.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she said. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“You’re done when I say you’re done,” he said, taking a finger of his cum from her back and putting it in her mouth. When he did, he could feel the dried semen from his earlier load, and was reminded again that she had it caked on her face the whole time.
She smiled and said, “Yes, sir," but also that her arms were hurting so they took the cuffs off. Then they held each other tightly, and they got another condom and began having sex again, missionary style. She came again, and when he was about to cum he finished on her stomach and tits and told her she was sufficiently drenched and that he would officially release her.
They both lay on the bed, cuddling. He could feel his dried cum all over her and he liked swirling it around her body. They lay there for a while, not saying much, just letting the experience saturate while they slowly came back to their everyday selves.
“Happy anniversary,” she said.
“I love you,” he said.
The flushed look, which he now knew well, came back to her face.
“I love you, too,” she said.
Those sorts of things he had always been comfortable with, but the last few weeks he had become more and more curious about other things. He slapped girls asses and had done some light biting and dirty talk, but there were parts of dominance that made him uncomfortable and he had been hesitant to truly explore it.
He had gotten tastes though, that had piqued his interest. One girl he had been with had enjoyed being face fucked, and he liked pounding away at her mouth and then cumming while she licked his balls and came down her throat. Aside from the physicality of it, getting to both thrust and get a blowjob, there was something about the dominance and dirtiness that turned him on, that he didn’t have to hold back any of his masculine aggression. But, it wasn’t the type of thing he could enjoy with a girl who was doing it for his sake, so he had only done it with the one girl, Jane, an unassuming English PhD student who he had hooked up with for a few weeks before they parted ways amicably.
He had done the biting and the spanking and his girlfriend had enjoyed them and indicated subtly that she was game for more. So, for their anniversary, he had decided to buy her a kinky gift. He went online and bought two pairs of Velcro hand cuffs (one for each bed post). He had done some research, and these seemed like a good place to start. They had arrived the night before and he had taken them out of the box and played with them for a while, joking around about being a criminal and telling the cops to go fuck themselves.
“I didn’t do it!” he yelled, “I’m innocent.”
He wanted the night to be special, so he took the afternoon off from work and went grocery shopping. While she was still at work, he began to make risotto. He chopped the onions and fried them in the butter, then poured in the Arborio rice. Once it got glistening, he began ladling in the stock, half a cup at a time. While he waited for each ladle to get soaked up in the rice, he chopped up vegetables for a salad and threw some more into a pan to put in the risotto. When the rice was almost cooked, he threw in a bunch of parmesan, mixed in the vegetables, twisted some pepper on top and mixed it up.
“Voila,” he said, and then began making the table and getting everything ready. He looked at his watch. She should be home soon. He was focused because he wanted her to be impressed by dinner, and feeling a little puckish about what he had planned for dessert. There was something right about it. They hadn’t specifically said anything about it, but he had little doubt that she would enjoy the surprise, and that she would feel comfortable setting boundaries if things went too far.
He heard a knock on the door. They weren’t living together, but they spent most nights at each other’s apartments, and he always enjoyed the anticipation and ritual of letting her in, of giving her a hug and a big kiss or pushing her against the wall in the hallway if he was feeling particularly horny, his hand lifting her leg by her inner thigh, and pressing her against the wall, losing himself in her mouth.
When he opened the door, he was floored. Apparently, she had a surprise for him too. She was wearing a long, dark jacket, which she must have unbuttoned as she waited for him, so by the time he got there she was waiting with her jacket open wearing nothing but a black bra, black panties, and black thigh-high socks.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” she said. She laughed as she walked in, gave him a wink and a kiss on the cheek as she walked past him. She put her jacket on a hook near the door, and then kept on walking, showing off her ass as she moved to the kitchen. Right as she left his view, she smacked her ass hard and laughed.
“Fuck,” he thought, “I think I might be in love.” The thought scared him, and he did his best to put it out of his head. It was too early in the relationship and he didn’t want to deal with that.
“Oh my God!” he heard in the other room. “This looks amazing!”
When he walked in, she was tasting it with the serving spoon.
“This is fucking incredible,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said. He walked over to her and gave her a proper kiss hello. “How was work?”
“Pretty normal day, nothing too difficult or dramatic. And, that little boy Ben got to go home today, which was really, really amazing.”
“That’s awesome,” he said.
She was a Resident, doing a rotation at the children’s hospital. He was always amazed at how she managed to come home after a long day and be present with him. She wasn’t a super woman, she had her difficult times – the first time a patient died was a rough week, and she was experiencing the normal growing pains of tackling a difficult job. But, for the most part, she loved her job, and he always assumed this was the reason it didn’t tax her as much as it could.
They chatted for a while and ate. She had her feet in his lap most of the time and he held her calves and ran his finger along them every once in a while. Occasionally, he would gaze at her chest and she would smile or breathe heavily so her torso elongated and her breasts puffed out, knowing the power she held but not saying anything explicitly.
As he began to finish his food, he started thinking about his surprise afterward. He began to rub her calves a little more purposefully, and then began to massage her feet. He had learned recently how to give a legitimate foot run, and he liked how much pleasure something so simple could provide.
They were still separated by the table, but her eyes were closed now, and she began to relax into the massage and rub her hands on her stomach and bra. Even though he had seen them at least a hundred times by now, he was still mesmerized.
“Take your top off,” he said. He was a little nervous saying it. Normally, it would have been a pretty benign comment, but given what he had planned for the night, he was aware he was easing in to the role.
She seemed to notice the change in tone as well. The playfulness with which he had previously teased him transformed into a sexy compliance. She took her bra off and stood there while he looked. There was no shimmy this time.
“Play with them,” he said, smiling. She began to rub her hands on her breasts. They were b’s, and fit perfectly in her small, smooth hands. She pinched her nipples lightly as she was rubbing, closing her eyes and enjoying the electric rush each time she squeezed them.
“You’re so sexy when you’re turned on,” he said. She smiled and became a bit flush. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her like that. It was endearing and intoxicating and filled him with a surge of confidence as he saw the affect he could have on her.
“Put your finger in your mouth,” he said. He couldn’t explain why, but he loved it. You would think it was because of the symbolism, but that wasn’t it. It was the blatant sexuality that usually didn’t get unearthed from women until they were comfortable, that turned him on. The same reason he liked when she asked to be fucked or told him how badly he wanted his cock. So often, girls, whether because it was true or because they felt compelled to play the game, would be the gatekeepers of sex and when that game dropped it drove him wild.
“Play with yourself,” he said, “but, just a little bit. I’ve got a surprise for you later.”
She did this too, pulling her finger from her mouth slowly and putting her hand down her underwear. He could see her wrist bend and her hand thrust and knew that she was sticking her fingers deep inside her to reach her g spot. He let her rub herself for a few strokes before getting up, moving her hands from her vagina, tasting her fingers, and then kissing her deeply. He then took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom.
He had cleaned up and made the bed and in the center of the bed were a pair of handcuffs and a bouquet of flowers. She couldn’t hold character, and gave a little squeal of delight. She picked up the flowers and inhaled the smell, held them to her heart, and then put them on the night table. Then she picked up the handcuffs.
“What were you planning on doing with these?” she asked.
He smiled, a little embarrassed. “I thought we would have a little fun tonight,” he said.
She stretched out on the bed, her arms and legs splayed. The pose was so welcoming, he thought. He had always loved when a girl would spread her legs for him to penetrate her, it was so carnal and inviting. This was a step up, her body communicating how willing and excited she was to be tied up.
He was lucky to have a bed with a headboard, and he put the handcuffs around her and tied one hand to each post. He had done some reading, and knew that he had to be careful how long she was cuffed and how tight it was to make sure she didn’t have issues with blood flow.
“Let me know if your arms feel tingly, ok.”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded.
At this point, he was a bit flummoxed. She was tied up, and it was sexy, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do next beyond the usual. He decided not to worry too much about it, and started kissing her – first her mouth, then her neck, her shoulders, which he bit first gently and gradually harder until she moaned. He stopped there, and began paying attention to her breasts. He loved how sensitive they were. He sucked on each breast, sucking in the nipples lightly and then flicking them with his tongue.
While he did this, he slid his finger into her. She began to get wet and started to writhe, and he felt the familiar feeling of bliss he felt when pleasuring a woman. He fingered her for a bit, then gradually rubbed her clit with his thumb. While he did this, he began to think about his next move. This was good, and it was hot, but he had wanted to up the ante.
He looked up at her, and she seemed to sense his uncertainty. “I’m yours, you sexy fucking stud,” she said. “Do what you want with me.”
The words seemed to unleash something in him. He kissed her powerfully and the imitative aspect of it seemed to dissolve. He wasn’t playing dominant. He was dominating her. She was his in his mind, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.
“You’re my locked up little sex kitten.” He said. “I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you.”
He began to finger her with an intensity he had never unleashed.
“Just so you know, you’re not getting out until you're drenched in my cum,” he said. “And you’re not getting any cock until you cum for me at least a few times.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, and he began fingering her again. Soon, she began bucking her hips and choking out her breaths and he knew she was going to orgasm soon. He continued to rub her g spot and clit with everything he had. There was a strange moment where he felt like he could control her orgasm if he wanted, to make her cum through sheer will. That was how powerful he felt.
Soon she came, and her body quivered until she gradually became still. She always needed a few seconds after she came, where she babbled in tongues and talked about how much she loved oxytocin, one of the chemicals released during orgasm.
But, she would snap out of it pretty quickly. Usually, this would be time for his cock to make an entrance, but he wasn’t ready yet. So, he slid to the bottom of the bed and began licking her vagina. It was a beautiful pussy, and she tasted incredible.
He knew her well by now, and after a few minutes of alternating between tonguing her clit, and licking the length of her pussy, she was ready to cum again. He was almost disappointed, but then he realized he could do anything he wanted. He gave her a few seconds after she came, and then just kept going. Pretty soon his mouth was covered in her pussy juice and she had finished again.
He wiped his mouth and then pulled up and kissed her, first sexually, and then a little peck on the cheek that was a bit more playful. “I’m gonna get some water,” he said. “You stay here.”
He went into the kitchen and got two glasses of water. Then, he came back, and fed her the water. A bit dribbled down her chin and pooled on her neck and tits and stomach. He rubbed it in with his fingers. He had come down a bit from the high when he was fingering her, and he thought it was time for him to rev things up a bit more.
“Tell me if anything gets too much,” he said, kissing her.
“Thanks,” she said.
Again, he went first for the familiar. He began straddling her stomach, rubbing his cock on her tits, slowly thrusting and pulling them together. Then, he got up on his knees and guided his cock into her mouth. He started to slowly thrust his cock into her mouth. She was sucking on it as he moved, and they were in a rhythm like a slow dance.
It was nice, but he wanted more. “Lean into it,” he said. “Like your life depends on it.”
Similar to before, when her words break down a barrier, this seemed to topple one of hers. She closed her eyes and began sucking his cock like she’d never sucked it before.
“There’s nothing else in the world besides my cock,” he said. “This is your one and only concern.”
Somehow, this seemed to intensify her focus and she sucked his dick like she was yearning for it. He began to breathe heavily and simply enjoy it for a few minutes as she bobbed and licked and groaned.
“I feel like such a whore," she said. She didn’t usually call herself names, and he was concerned for a second that this was getting uncomfortable for her. But the tone of her voice, and the slight blush that was becoming familiar now, indicated she was turned on by it.
He had never had much interest in cumming on a girl’s face before. It had always seemed porn-y, like something that people do because they saw it on the internet rather than because it genuinely turned them on. But, as he stood over her and she sucked on his cock he suddenly wanted to cover her face in his cum.
“I’m gonna finish,” he said.
She nodded her head to indicate that she heard, and she started to go harder. Then, he pulled out of her mouth and began stroking his cock a few inches from her face. She looked surprised at first, but then she relaxed her face and closed her eyes.
“Please,” she said, “I need you all over me. I want to be your cum slut.”
He began to groan as he exploded all over her mouth and cheeks (he stayed away from her eyes and hair). Afterwards, the energy left him for a moment, and he laid beside her on the bed. He stroked her stomach and then trailed his finger up to her face and began slowly gliding the cum around her face and down her neck and then put his finger in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed the cum from his finger.
They were both worked up, and the situation and the intensity had gotten a little much. So, he decided to relax things for a bit. He took her cuffs off.
“Don’t worry, we’re just shifting positions,” he told her and then re-cuffed her so she was flat on her stomach.
He began to massage her shoulders, down her spine, and on to the soft spot on her hips, just above her ass. The whole time, even though he was giving a relaxing massage, he knew her face was covered in his cum. The mixture of romantic intimacy and sexuality was incredible.
After a few minutes, things felt more relaxed, and he was starting to get horny again. As he rubbed down her back along the sides of her spine, he started to slip a finger into her vagina when he got down there. Then, he propped her up, and went behind her.
He put on a condom and began to thrust inside of her. He still knew his cum was on her face and this lent what was relatively normal a slight edge. He continued to fuck her. She had already cum three times, so he wasn’t too worried yet about making her cum again, but she did rather quickly, before him, to his surprise. Again, he gave her a few seconds to relax before continuing to fuck her.
He was pounding away at her, smacking her ass occasionally, and very much enjoying the view. After all that had happened in the last hour or two, it was relaxing. Then, like before, he started to feel puckish. He began by sliding a finger into her ass, something he knew she loved. She would begin moaning at a higher key and it drove him wild.
“Tell me your ass is mine,” he said.
“I need you in my ass,” she responded.
He went into the night stand, and grabbed some lube, then slowly inserted himself inside her. After she got comfortable, he began fucking her harder and harder until she began to really relax into it. She was practically screaming at this point, and he was glad he didn’t have any roommates. He bent his whole body over around her and thrusted with everything he had as deeply into her ass as he possibly could until the sensitive part at the base of his cock was fully inside her.
Soon, he felt like he was gonna cum. He pulled out, took the condom off, and shot all over her back and ass.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she said. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“You’re done when I say you’re done,” he said, taking a finger of his cum from her back and putting it in her mouth. When he did, he could feel the dried semen from his earlier load, and was reminded again that she had it caked on her face the whole time.
She smiled and said, “Yes, sir," but also that her arms were hurting so they took the cuffs off. Then they held each other tightly, and they got another condom and began having sex again, missionary style. She came again, and when he was about to cum he finished on her stomach and tits and told her she was sufficiently drenched and that he would officially release her.
They both lay on the bed, cuddling. He could feel his dried cum all over her and he liked swirling it around her body. They lay there for a while, not saying much, just letting the experience saturate while they slowly came back to their everyday selves.
“Happy anniversary,” she said.
“I love you,” he said.
The flushed look, which he now knew well, came back to her face.
“I love you, too,” she said.
Maris
- 13.11.2020
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