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His call came late Thursday night, I let it go to voicemail, but I listened to it immediately. Can I see you? he asked, tonight?- now. I sent him a text in reply.
Want it bad?
Yes, ma’am. Please.
I waited for 5 minutes. Knowing he was waiting- probably aching and already stroking his cock. Torturing himself by denial. It was so delicious. The thought of him, again. He was too good to pass up. Our last meeting was perfect. He came to me in the night, had me- hard and vicious. Overpowered, hungry, cursing, spitting, fucking like animals. His cock had torn into me so hard, payback for months of submission.
But he was hooked. I knew when he left that night, he was leaving for a while. But I knew he’d be back. He knew it too. He was not ashamed.
Be here in 15 minutes.
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I pulled on my new black panties and a black tank top. I opened my drawer and pulled out ‘M’s bag.’ I slowly removed it’s contents and laid them on a red towel on my bed. Hand ties. Blindfold. The cockring. The plug. The dildo. I ran my fingers over it, remembering. I was anxious to see him again- but I knew what he needed. Control.
He was not late. I knew he wouldn’t be. He walked in and followed me back to my bedroom. I stopped in front of my bed, looking down at the spread of toys. I could feel him behind me. Undress, I ordered him. I waited until he was silent and I turned to face him. He was tanned, muscular- still perfect. My fingers ran down his chest, my nails gently scratching a trail down his body until I reached his cock. His hair was trimmed and clean. His cock was already hard as I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed it hard. He groaned and leaned towards me.
Tell me, I whispered into his mouth, Did you miss it? I licked at his lips.
Yes.
I stroked him, my grip still hard, dry. Did you miss my hands on you? My mouth on your cock. My tongue? Did you miss it slut?
Yesss.
Is that why your back slut? Cause you can’t get what you need anywhere else? What’s the matter baby? Are you ashamed to ask.
He looked away.
You can’t ask those other sluts for what you want can you? Gotta be the big man and do all the fucking- but who is gonna fuck you, huh baby? Who’s gonna give M what he wants. You want me to fuck you baby? Fuck that sweet ass cunt of yours?
He groaned at the thought. His cock throbbed in my hands. His cock started to drip his sweet precum. I leaned it and licked it off the tip, tasting him for the first time in months. I didn’t stop there, I took the thick head into my mouth and sucked on it. His cock was familiar and satisfying. I massaged it with my tongue and lips, rolling the head under my lips and stroking the underside of it with my tongue. I reached under and cradles his balls with my hands. I could feel him holding his breath. He knew. This is what he wanted, what he came back for.
Sliding his cock back into my throat, I gripped on to his balls hard. Ahh, the familiar feel of his balls, his deep groan, his broken breath. It made my heart pound in my chest. The next groan was of relief. Satisfaction and submission. I took his cock deep into my throat, squeezing and milking him. Throbbing and thrusting, he let me fuck him with my mouth. He knew better than to cum without permission. But could he hold out??
I pulled back to his protests. I stood in front of him and sat down on the bed. I motioned for him to come to me, on the bed. On your knees, baby… Moving behind him, I picked up the dildo and pushed it towards his mouth. Open. His lips opened and took the cock into his mouth. His eyes closed and he took it in. Almost as if he had missed it. He was familiar with this dildo. He had sucked it, fucked it. I watched him, egging him on. Mmm, that’s my good boy.
I pushed the cock deep into his mouth, in and out slowly. My cunt ached watching him. I wanted to fuck him so badly, lay him on his back and ride his cock while I scratched at his chest. I wanted him to pound his cock into my ass, pulling my hair and calling me a dirty whore. Not yet.
Not this night.
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I have to stop reading posts like this…..they are just too hot…..I almost burned myself…
New reader- found you on ambient storms blog… usually hate to comment, but since you were whining… I did like this post but would like to see where it goes. Like your writing so far- so I will “lurk” some more- then see about making a more … substantial contribution…
You turn me on so easily.
No fair! I really shouldn’t have read this right before class…I have no where to go to…um, relieve the pressure.
I’m going to be squirming through class for the rest of the day.
Such a hot entry.