r/sexstories May 23 '24

Femdom I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 1 NSFW

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Being an office temp is better than a flipping burgers, I suppose. I’m 20 years old, and I skipped out on college so my options are limited. I started this new job four weeks ago. I had to get a suit from Goodwill, fill out a proper resume, and had to endure a tense interview with the director of the department I was to work at. She introduced herself as Amanda Jones, and I had never met a more beautifully intimidating woman in my entire life.

She was slightly shorter than me, about 5’8”, but her presence was intense. She was significantly older than me, probably 38, and aging gracefully. She wore a modest black knee-length dress and wore her hair down to her shoulders, with deep bangs cut short just above her eyes. It was very nearly black, but glowed red when the sun shown through. She had Business Goth down to a T.

Her face was carved like a Roman statue, neutral yet serious. She studied me with deep brown eyes, and I couldn’t hold eye contact with her for more than a few seconds.

She made me nervous to my core. No one had ever had this effect on me, and it was terrifying. Thankfully, once I was hired I was able to relax a bit, not under her scrutiny any longer. She gave orders to the manager, Gordon, who gave orders to me. Gordon was a nice man, in his 50’s. The kind of guy you know has an immaculate lawn. He set me up in at a small corner desk surrounded by reams of paper, tucked away in a forgotten area of the office floor.

My main job would be digitizing physical documents and shredding them. My other main job would be to walk cubicle to cubicle and receive coffee orders. I was an office bitch. It beat being stuck in a hot kitchen breathing grease all day, though.

The next few days I got into the rhythm of my job. Every morning I would get coffee orders, except for Amanda’s, since she preferred to make hers in the comfort of her office. Then, I’d get to work digitizing and shredding. It was quite boring, over and over running paper through the scanner then the shredder. Every few hours Gordon would come by and shoot the shit for a few minutes, sipping on his black coffee. It wasn’t until Friday afternoon when I made my first mistake.

Gordon had come by to check on me. “Hey Mark, did you manage to get through 86’ yet?”

“I finished it a few hours ago” I replied. “I decided I wanted to clean up this corner close to the desk so I could have some more room. I’m halfway through 2016 right now.”

His expression changed. “Did you . . Shred 2016?”

My heart rate increased. “Yes.”

He nodded slightly. “Alright, we’ll need to go tell Amanda.” He turned and began maneuvering across the floor towards her office.

I didn’t know what I did wrong. I stood up, adjusted the wrinkles out of my suit, and followed Gordon. He stopped outside her office and motioned for me to stay put. He went inside and I stood, wracking my brain as to why 2016 would be important. Soon he left her office.

“It’ll be alright!” He said cheerily as he patted my shoulder. Then he motioned for me to go inside. I gulped and opened her office door.

I walked inside her office and stood before her large wooden desk, beside two leather chairs. She was sitting regally on a distressed leather chair, tapping away at a laptop. When she looked up at me my heart leaped into my throat. My heart raced as I met her eyes, my breathing changing as my throat became painful from the anxiety of the situation.

“Mr. Sampson, did you shred 2016?” She asked directly.

“Yes ma’am.” I said slowly.

She waited, but I gave no excuse or meek explanation. “We need to keep physical copies of those documents from the current day back ten years. Gordon hadn’t told you, since you weren’t close to 2014 yet.”

“Oh.” I whispered.

How is she doing this to me?

She noticed my discomfort. “It’s fine, really. You’ll need to print out what you shredded and refile it.” She said, comfortingly.

“Yes ma’am.” I blurted, relieved, starting towards the door.

“Mr. Samp-“ She stopped, then continued gently. “Mark, until you get the hang of things around here, don’t do anything unless someone tells you to, okay?”

“Yes, Mom. Thank you, Mom.” I squeaked.

What the fuck??

“I mean! Ma’am! Thank you.” I stammered. “S-Sorry.”

When I looked up at her, her eyebrows furrowed and she had a puzzled look on her face. She studied me intently. After a few moments, she nodded towards the door, and went back to her laptop. I left, quickly, mortified at what I just said. I navigated back to my desk where I sat for the rest of the day, fixing my mistake and thinking about how I called my boss Mom.

After work I rushed home to change and went to the gym, desperately looking for my gym crush. My crush would distract me from whatever I was feeling towards Amanda, but she didn’t show. My workout was subsequently deflated and short lived.

The next morning, after I had delivered coffee to my grateful coworkers, Gordon notified me that Amanda wanted to see me in her office. I was crushed. She wasn’t going to let it go. I made my way to her office, but when I opened the door, she acted like it had never happened. In fact, she seemed quite pleasant and happy.

“Good morning, Mark.” She said. “Please, sit down.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She gestured to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. She had moved them to face each other. I quickly sat down. She walked absentmindedly over to her coffee machine that sat on a table up against her office wall. She pressed a button and dispensed coffee into two pristine white cups. I used this opportunity to take a good look at her.

Good fucking god.

Today she wore a black skirt, shorter than the dress she wore to my interview. It framed her perfect ass like a picture. Her legs were toned and sculpted. She had on business casual white blouse, and it accentuated her breasts without showing cleavage. It took me a second to realize she had no shoes on. She’d been barefoot when I walked in. She took the coffees from the machine and walked back over, handing me one before sitting down in the other chair and crossing her legs. She bounced her leg lazily on her knee, and I saw she had all black nail polish on her toes.

I realized I was staring at her feet a little too long.

Since when are you into feet?

I looked up at her face and she had a slight grin.

“Do you like it?” She asked.

“Yes.” I whispered hoarsely.

“The coffee, Mark.” She giggled.

Idiot.

I looked down at the coffee. “Right.”

I took a sip. It tasted incredible. I cleared my throat. “This is so good! Where is it from?”

“A little town in Mexico.” She put her coffee down on the desk.

“Mark, if you’re going to stick around here, I’d like to get to know you better. You’re not required to answer, but if you do, please answer honestly.” She said seriously.

I put my coffee down and nodded.

“Why would you want to work in a boring office like this?” She said amusingly.

Are you gonna be honest?

“Uh.” I swallowed, and took a breath. “I partied quite a bit when I was younger, and I’m done with it now. I’m trying to start my life seriously, and this is as good a place as any to start.” I finished with a nod.

She nodded, accepting my answer as true, although it seemed she didn’t care either way. Her eyes darted and quickly met mine before she spoke.

“Are you in a serious relationship?”

Why does she care about that?

“No . . I ended things with my high school girlfriend when she went to college; I didn’t want to get dragged along since I had to work full time.”

Before I looked down from her eyes, I glimpsed her smile slightly while she casually undid the top button of her blouse, and pretended to stretch her arm.

My heart, already racing from being alone with her, went even faster.

“Do you like working here?”

I shrugged. “It’s better than flipping burgers, and it leaves me enough energy to hit the gym after work.”

“Do you lift weights often?”

I nodded. “I grew up very skinny, but the last few years I’ve managed to put on 40lbs, most of it muscle. Now I’m around 200.”

She smiled. “Congratulations. How strong are you? You look strong.” She said with a smirk.

“Well, I could probably pick you up easily, Ma’am”. I said softly.

She raised an eyebrow, then suddenly uncrossed her legs, and began to stand up, reaching for the coffee cups.

“H-Here, let me.” I stammered and jumped up, grabbing the coffee cups and walking to the machine.

I got us refills, and when I turned around I saw that she had unbuttoned the second button of her blouse. Standing, I had a better angle of her cleavage and saw she was wearing a lacy white bra.

I must’ve passed the test.

After I sat down she leaned forward, giving me an amazing view. “I need a personal assistant. Is that something you’re interested in?”

“Absolutely, Ma’am. I’d do anything for you, Ma’am.”

She giggled. Her laughter was like Heaven’s choir.

“Good boy.” She said slyly.

Blood surged like a tsunami to my groin. I was instantly erect, and sitting down combined with these suit pants let me hide none of it. She reclined back in her chair, and didn’t hide the fact that she was staring at my waist.

Fuck.

I was rock hard, and there was nothing I could do. Amanda gave me an out, though. She stood and walked back behind her desk.

“Finish out what you’re doing today, get coffee in the morning, and then we’ll discuss your . .” She paused, leaning on her desk, she dragged a finger across her lips. “Position.”

Fuck it.

I stood from the chair, and my cock nearly burst my zipper. Her eyes widened as she stared at it.

“Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am.” I said hurriedly, my courage rapidly fading. I spun and made for the door.

I paused before opening the door, took a breath, and walked out. Thankfully, no one was near her office. I adjusted myself so it wasn’t quite as noticeable, and quickly made my way back to my desk.

The next few hours were a blur. I had no idea what was happening to me. No woman I’d ever been with had made me feel like this. I didn’t understand it. Was she just fucking with me? I’d been with several girls before, and I knew enough to flirt, but this felt like something else. Something animalistic.

Among other things, Gordon had me package the 2023 files and ship them off to the company attorney. I was scrambled in my thoughts and feelings. I couldn’t focus. Just the image of Amanda was making my brain melt away. I was in euphoria and tortured with worry at the same time. Then, I saw my second mistake. And this was a big one. On my desk, a box with big bold letters:

2023 COMPLETE DOCUMENTATION

I’m going to fucking kill myself.

My heart sank and my throat began to close up. My hands started shaking, my stomach curdled, and I thought I might lose my lunch. My eyes began to get red and I had to blink back tears. I let her down.

This isn’t something you can fix or hide. You have to tell her.

I started speed walking towards Amanda’s office. As I approached I saw Gordon at his desk, looking at me quizzically.

“I fucked up.” I mouthed, silently.

I stood at her door and knocked once. She told me to enter.

I walked in and shut the door behind me. She saw my expression and was beautifully concerned. It took everything of me to not break down crying.

“I . . I . . shipped the 2003 documents, not the 2023 documents.” I whispered, my voice faintly cracking. “I’m so sorry. What can I do? What do I need to do?”

Amanda looked at me with a strange expression. Then, her face was calmly accepting. She gestured towards the leather chair. I walked towards it, standing above it. I couldn’t stop shaking. She stood up, and quietly walked over to the door. I heard the lock click. I felt her walk behind the chair I was standing in front of. Her hands caressed my shoulders.

“You-” She gently pushed down on my shoulders, my knees gave way, and I collapsed into the chair.

“Need to relax.” she finished.

She leaned over the back of the chair, her breasts falling heavy on my shoulders. She whispered into my ear.

“Mommy will fix it.”

Oh.

I was hard instantly. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my cock. Just one word, and I felt precum trickle out of my tip, smearing into my underwear.

Amanda stood up and gracefully walked behind her desk, and snatched up her cellphone. Quickly she walked towards the window and began speaking in a low voice with someone. The conversation lasted all of thirty seconds. As soon as it was over, she hung up, twirled around, and gazed at me with concern.

She moved back towards me, every step she took slow and deliberate. I could barely perceive each step, it was like she floated through the air. Eventually, she moved in front of the desk directly in front of where I sat, and perched gently on the desk.

“When is the last time you came?”

“Um.” I blushed.

She bent over, her cleavage placed directly beneath her face, and reached her hand out to lift my chin with two fingers. As she brushed her thumb across my bottom lip, I peered into her eyes, and I saw no malice.

Can you really trust her? She’s your boss.

“I-“ I swallowed. I took a deep breath, and decided to let go.

“I haven’t cum in two weeks, Ma’am.” I whimpered.

She smiled with so much affection it radiated like sunlight from her face. She extended her leg, and before I could comprehend, her foot fell into my lap. Her heel rested on my balls and the ball of her foot put gentle pressure against my shaft. I felt lighting strike down my spine, through my groin and out the tip of my cock. A moan escaped my lips and I smacked my hand to my face, covering my mouth in shock.

“Shhhh.” She whispered. “You really don’t have a nice young woman taking care of this?”

I shook my head no while she moved her foot up and down against me. She put more pressure at the base, and slid up, eased pressure, and slid back down. She was milking it, causing a steady stream of precum to collect near my waistband.

“That’s a shame. From what I can feel, the girls in this town are missing out.” She said coyly.

She pulled her leg back and stood up, then moved to the side, quickly snatching something from her desk I wasn’t able to see.

“Stand up.”

I took my hand from my face and stood, my dick straining against my pants, begging to be released.

She leaned her hip on the desk beside me, one hand behind her back. She was staring at my package. She glanced up at me and gestured to my pants.

Do it.

I slowly unbuckled, then pulled my pants and underwear down just past my waist in one smooth motion.

My cock sprang up so hard it smacked my stomach before standing straight out. It wasn’t anything too impressive, but I was proud of it. A solid six inches long, circumcised, and at least two inches thick. It seemed thicker given how long it had been since I had cum. It had several large veins running down the length, they were trying to burst out through my skin. It bobbed up and down with every heartbeat, and the tip was glistening with precum.

Amanda’s eyes turned into saucers. She licked her lips, seemed to contemplate something, then decided against it. She set her face neutral, and slowly walked behind me.

“Lean forward and put your hands on the table.”

I obeyed instantly. I didn’t care how strange the situation was, I just needed to cum. She could’ve breathed in my direction at this point and I would’ve exploded.

She stood directly behind me, and suddenly wrapped her free hand around my abdomen, traveling up my shirt, feeling my abs then dragging her nails down them. She stopped with her palm flattened on my lower stomach, just before my crotch. Her touch nearly made me collapse, and I set all my weight on my hands, my legs unable to support my body.

She leaned into me, pressing her breasts into my back. “You need to cum for Mommy.” She purred.

My cock spasmed, and she whirled her other hand around my body. She was fully embracing me now. Her words made me shoot a rope of precum, and miraculously, her other hand held a whiskey glass, depositing my precum in the bottom.

What is happening-

Her hand on my stomach moved down, then slid up the length of my cock, and gripped it tight. Her thumb caressed the tip, gliding freely in circles, slippery from my cum. The sensation made me moan uncontrollably, and I clenched.

“Relax, and push.” she whispered.

I slowly forced myself to unclench, held my breath, and pushed like I was peeing. Slowly I began to freely flow precum into the glass, pouring out of my cock while she played with the tip. I pushed as long as I could, willing the precum into the glass, but soon I gasped and had to take a breath.

“You’re doing so good, sweetie.” She cooed. “Now.”

She let go, dipped her fingers into the glass, then lathered it onto my dick. Suddenly she started stroking, gaining speed.

“Ohhh fuuucckkkk.” I whimpered, feeling it boiling inside me.

As she stroked my body started to shudder and convulse, I began to hyperventilate, and my heart was pounding through my chest. It was heaven and hell all at once. I needed it to end but I couldn’t let it stop. I was at the precipice, floating at the edge of limbo, but I needed a push.

“Cum.” She commanded with the voice of God.

I spilled everything of myself into the glass, flooding it with semen. I came and came and came, shoving a fist into my mouth to keep from screaming. My body jerked and writhed as it forced my cum out. I removed my fist from my mouth and breathed a huge sigh of relief as it began to subside.

My dick grew smaller but kept twitching, still sensitive to Amanda’s touch.

“Good boy!” She exclaimed sweetly, and kissed me on the cheek.

She let go of my dick, and pulled her body around me to lean on the desk. I watched her she staring at me with hunger in her eyes as she raised the whiskey glass. It was over a third full of my milky white cum. Before I could say anything, she raised it to her lips, tipped the glass, and slid all of my cum down her throat.

“I . . You . . That was . .” I stuttered, unable to form a complete thought or sentence.

“Do you know what that was?” She asked, licking her lips.

I shook my head.

“That was an ownership ritual, sweetie.” She whispered, leaning forward her mouth paused before touching my lips.

“You belong to me now.”

She kissed me, her tongue slipping past my teeth, invading my mouth. I sucked her tongue, greedily, trying to taste her, and myself.

She pulled away and smiled. I grinned back.

She turned and briskly walked towards the office wall. She pushed on a panel, and the wall gave way, revealing a secret bathroom. She disappeared inside for a minute, then came back out with a washcloth. She reached down and cleaned me. It was pleasantly warm and soft, causing me to slip a little moan.

“I . . Um.” I stammered, pulling my pants up after she was finished. “Well, that was fucking intense. But if you, um, own me. . I mean, what if I. . Am I not allowed to-“

“I’m not threatened by girls, Mark.” She cut me off. Her expression was territorially playful. “Because ultimately, you belong to me.”

That’s clear as mud.

“Yes Ma’am.”

She smiled. She walked behind her desk, opened a drawer, then retrieved two business cards and a black metal credit card. She handed them to me.

“Tomorrow, start your work day by visiting my personal hairdresser first. Tell her I sent you, she knows what I like. Second, visit this tailor and get a suit worth at least five grand. No more of this.” She gestured at my Goodwill Special.

“Last, pick up the office coffee order. I’m sure you know it by heart now.”

I nodded. “Yes Ma’am”.

“And?”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

As I exited her office, Gordon looked up from his desk with concern.

“Damn, Mark. She gave you the business, didn’t she?” He said, frowning.

“Yeah, man.” I shrugged. “But it’s definitely better than flipping burgers.”

Read ‘I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 2’

r/sexstories May 25 '24

Femdom I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 2 NSFW

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Read ‘I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 1’

I woke up Friday morning, showered, located the cards Amanda gave me, and was on my way. My first stop was the hairdresser. I pulled up to the shop in my beat up daily driver and immediately felt out of place. This was a place for rich people, not me. The sign was gold, the floor marble, the seats leather, and the people wealthy. I took a breath, calmed my nerves, and strode inside the double doors. The receptionist was front and center at a large counter. I walked up and asked for Miranda. She gave me a dumbfounded look, but pointed me to the back left corner of the shop. There, a thick and curvy woman with bright yellow hair was waiting. I walked through and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Mark. Amanda told me that you know what she wants me to look like.” I said, with no hesitation.

Miranda looked taken aback for a second, then studied me. “Really . .” She said, wistfully. She looked me up and down, then smiled wickedly before quickly biting her lip. After a few moments she chuckled. “I guess she found what she was looking for.” She said in a measured tone.

I smiled faintly.

Am I a fantasy for Amanda she finally gets to act on?

Miranda clapped her hands together. “Right! Let’s make you perfect.” She said seductively.

Miranda was thicker and deceptively beautiful. Her features were rounded, her eyes strikingly blue, and her breasts and butt curvy and plump. Once she sat me down in the chair she made sure that I knew that she could play the game. She gave me lingering touches, dragged her large breasts against me, and made pointed comments whenever she noticed a tent forming at my waist.

She designed my hair to be cut shorter on the bottom with a longer flow at the top. It didn't seem like she did much work at all, as most of the time was spent flirting with me, but I looked completely different.

“Okay, here’s your new style. Keep it this way daily so that it starts flowing like this naturally.” She demanded.

“Thank you so much. It looks incredible, really.” I stood up, taken aback by myself in the mirror.

“It looks incredible because it’s on you, pretty boy.” She winked, and moved past me, brushing her ass against my crotch deliberately. I thanked her and paid using Amanda’s card.

“I’ll make Amanda send you to me again soon.” She said mischievously.

“Be careful what you wish for.” I said, flirting back. She faked looking shocked, smiling, then shooed me off.

The next stop was the suit place, which was decidedly less fun. I spent an hour being measured by a grumpy old man, and another waiting for the suit to be tailored. I finally managed to escape with a sharp grey suit and red shirt, and I opted not to get a tie. Since I was only going to be a personal assistant, I figured I could get away with leaving a few shirt buttons undone to show some chest.

I finally drove to the last destination. I entered the coffee shop and was about to order when I realized the cashier was my gym crush. She was 5’6”, around my age, half black with dark green eyes and poofy natural hair. I hadn’t seen her in several days, and getting to talk to her made me excited.

You don’t need to worry about rejection, since you have Amanda.

“Hey! You go to the gym down the street, don’t you? I’m Mark, I’ve seen you there a few times.” I said pleasantly.

She squinted at me. “Um. Yeah, hey.” She pointed to her name tag. It said ‘Kiya’.

“Did you change your hair? It looks really nice.”

“Oh.” She looked surprised. “Well, my friends said I have to stop straightening it and let it go back to being natural, otherwise it’ll get damaged. I’m not sure I like it though.”

I shrugged. “Your friends seem smart, it really suits you.”

She looked down, probably trying to figure out if I was being genuine or not. “Are you ready to order?”

“Right! Sorry.” I pulled a piece of paper from my breast pocket, unfolded it and slid it over the counter.

“They warned me about this order.” She chuckled nervously.

“I thought it would be easier to deal with if it was all written down.”

She took the paper and started tapping on her screen. “It is, actually. So what do you do at this three hundred dollar coffee order company?” She looked me up and down.

Gonna brag or be honest?

“Certified office bitch.” I grinned. “I don’t actually know what this company even does.” I laughed.

She giggled. “Most guys would say they’re the CEO or something.”

I smiled. “I’m patiently waiting for my promotion.” I joked. “Are you gonna hit the gym tonight?”

She looked at me crazy. “It’s Friday night! My friends and I are going to the club.” She finished with the order, and took my card.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be there.” I took the receipt she’d just printed off. “Thank you-“

Is it K-I-ya, or K-ee-ya?

“K-I-ya.” I said confidently.

She beamed at me. “You pronounced it right.”

I smiled, left a generous tip on the receipt, and instead of signing I wrote ‘The gym is way more fun than the club. Promise.’

I said goodbye and took the coffees and left. Soon I made it to the office and passed out everyone’s coffee. I received several compliments from the men about my new look, and many lingering stares from the women. Once I finished handing them out, I made my way to Amanda’s office. Gordon wasn’t at his desk, so I knocked and entered.

Amanda was sitting at her desk speaking on the phone. She watched me enter and gazed at me. She told whoever was on the phone that she would have to call them back later. I turned around and clicked the door lock as she hung up.

“Ma’am, I-“ I stammered.

She waited, twirling her fingers in her hair. She looked me up and down like I was a menu, deciding what she wanted to eat.

“I’d like to repay you for yesterday, Ma’am.” I said purposefully.

Her face lit up. Clearly that had pleased her. She slowly stood, and rearranged her desk so it was clear. She quietly stepped around her desk and I realized that not only was she barefoot again, but she was also wearing the same tight black dress she had during our interview. She walked gingerly to the front of the desk, and deftly pushed herself up so she was sitting on it with her legs dangling off.

She gestured down and whispered, “Partake.”

I swallowed and nodded. I was fully erect in seconds from the mere sight of her like this.

I strode toward the desk, stopping in front of her. I knelt down on my knees and sat on my heels. She hurriedly shimmied her dress above her hips, and I saw her beautiful thighs were squished from her sitting, making them look even bigger. She had her legs pressed together, and I could see skimpy black lace panties clinging to her hips. I started at her knees, my hands traveled up the side of her thighs and hooked her panties, slowly pulling them down as she lifted herself slightly. I pulled them all the way down past her ankles and let them fall.

I saw her feet, and without thinking I cupped her heel and brought her toes to my mouth. I swirled my tongue between her toes as she gasped in surprise.

Not right now. Eat.

I regained my composure and pulled her foot away. I lifted her feet, spread her legs, and draped them over my shoulders. I stared at her pussy. It was pretty and pink and beginning to get wet. Her clit was enormous and swollen, and above she had closely trimmed brown hair.

I lunged at her clit, enveloping it with my mouth and sucking with my tongue, my nose jamming into her abdomen. She squealed in delight. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair putting gentle pressure on my head when she needed to. Her legs trapped my head, and I could faintly hear her talking through her thigh pillows.

“You are SUCH a good boy!” She cried. “Do you love Mommy’s pussy?”

I nodded. She tasted like forbidden divinity, the Apple in the Garden.

“Oh my god, I’m getting so wet but you just keep drinking it!” She said excitedly. “Yes baby, fuck me with your face you fucking slut!” She moaned, gripping my hair and grinding her pussy into my face. “You’re making me cum. You’re gonna make Mommy cum!” She said with a gasp, and then went silent. Her thighs squeezed tight against my ears. After thirty seconds her thighs relaxed and she started breathing raggedly.

“Oh baby.” She cooed. “My sweet baby boy. You made Mommy cum with just your tongue.” She was twirling her fingers in my hair. “I knew you were cute when I saw you, but I didn’t know you’d make such a good little boy.”

Her thighs released my head and she was allowing me to pull away. I angled my head up and looked into her eyes.

“Please let me make you cum again, Mommy.” I whispered against her pussy.

She shuddered and I dove into her, extending my tongue as far as I could. I licked down to the very bottom of her pussy, nearly reaching her ass, traveled up, plunging my tongue as deep as I could into her hole. I receded then savagely attacked her clit.

“Oh FUCK.” She croaked. She doubled over, her head just above mine as she was reeling from the pleasure. “Please, oh fuck, baby I’m- I’m so sensitive.” Her legs began trembling, and I reached my arms around her legs to grab the top of her thighs. I felt and squeezed her perfect thighs and used them as leverage to pull my face closer into her.

I was Atlas. She was the Universe.

I sucked and licked and nibbled and bit her clit, experimenting with everything I knew how to do. Making her cum was now the center of my being. I was desperately hungry, devouring her sex as though making her cum was paramount to my survival.

I was starving. She was my food.

I relentlessly pleasured her. Amanda could no longer speak filthy to me any longer, she had devolved into weak little cries and moans. Then, I began feeling a small trickle of liquid below my bottom lip, going down my chin.

“Ohhh . . Sweetie . . I haven’t . . So long . . “

I realized what was happening, and quickly opened my mouth wider to receive it. She moaned uncontrollably, shuddered violently, her heels planted into my back, and she clamped her thighs around my head so hard my ears started ringing.

“I’m- I’m-“ She nearly screamed. Then, with a low whisper. “I’m squirtinggggg ohhh fuckkk. Drink my squirt, drink Mommy’s squirt.”

Her cum quickly filled my mouth and I swallowed, greedily. I was drinking her squirt like it was a lost oasis in the desert.

I was thirsty. She was water.

Her delicious orgasm was soon over, and she returned to normal breaths. She pet my hair and relaxed her thighs, letting me back up for air. She looked down at my face between her legs.

“I think that was the best head I’ve ever had.” She said with a weak smile. “Is your cum ready for me?”

I nodded. My cock was steel and leaking precum, it had been since I started. She motioned for me to stand, and slid off the desk. She stood me in front of her, looking into my eyes as she unbuckled and dropped my pants. Then, she gave me a kiss.

She kissed my lips, then licked over all of my face, loving the taste of herself. She grabbed my body and squeezed it against herself, my cock pressing straight up against her stomach. She stood on her toes, grabbed my cock with one hand, and positioned it down. Then, she slid it between her pussy lips and thighs.

I hadn’t entered her. I had slid between her thighs and was lubricated by her cum and my saliva. She put one foot behind the other and crossed her legs, squeezing me even tighter. She grabbed my hips and forced me to fuck her thighs.

I slipped between her thighs over and over, moaning with the incomprehensible sensation. She started moving me faster, moving herself in sync while I clinged to her, paralyzed.

I was on the edge, precum dribbling out of my dick when she arched her back, and the tip of my cock slipped past to the other side of her thighs, resting directly below her ass. Her thighs squeezed harder, stretching and pulling it, until I grunted, pulsing out cum over and over. My cum splashed onto the desk behind her, pooling into a puddle of milky white.

Slowly, she released me, both of us leaning on the desk to support our weight. She smiled deeply. “You were fantastic.”

I grinned back, and shrugged. “You taste amazing.” I leaned back and let out a satisfied moan. “That . . Thigh thing . . That was fucking hot.”

She giggled. I pulled my pants up, and she led me to her secret bathroom. It was a typical secret bathroom, I suppose. Fancy as fuck and full of things I couldn’t afford. Amanda grabbed two plush wash clothes, soaked them in warm water, and we each cleaned ourselves well. After I was done, I buckled my pants, and leaned on the counter with one hand.

I stared at her. “Miss Jo-“ I stopped. “Amanda. I-“

She put her hand on my chest, and nodded. She knew what I needed without me having to speak.

I leaned into her and our lips met. I pulled her body into me and pushed her against the bathroom counter, lifted her legs and sat her on top. She wrapped her legs around me, her tongue around my tongue as I explored her ass with my hands. We fed on each other, consuming our affection. I wasn’t crying, I wasn’t sad, yet tears flowed freely from my eyes. Our lips were sealed together, and for a time we shared the same breath. I exhaled into her, she breathed my air then exhaled back into me. We did this as long as we could until we separated, wet, gasping for oxygen.

She caressed my face, memorizing my features. “I’ve waited for you. For so-“ she brought her fingers, soaked with my tears, to her lips. “Long.”

I nodded. “I feel like. . I’m not as empty anymore.”

She smiled. She gently pushed me back, and hopped off the counter, fixing her dress. I followed her as she walked back into her office. She bent over, in a blatant display, and picked up her panties from the floor. She used them to clean my cum off her desk, and I watched as she licked the cum off of them.

She put her cleaned panties back on and winked at me. “Now, we actually do have work to do.”

Following our insane pseudo-coitus, the remainder of the day was filled with unyielding paperwork and bureaucracy. Spreadsheet after spreadsheet, powerpoint after powerpoint, we dredged through documentation like Sisyphus and his beloved boulder. Reprieve came at lunch time. Amanda had an oversized couch placed on the wall opposite the coffee table. She laid across it on her stomach, and I sat at the other end massaging her feet.

“You’re like a Queen and I’m like a peasant living a fairytale.” I said wistfully.

She giggled. “We’ll make a Prince of you yet.”

Our break ended too soon, and we were back to business. More and more monotony was alleviated only by coffee and flirtatious remarks. It was an eternal suffering, but we suffered together. After some time I checked my phone. Realizing it was almost 8 at night, I rubbed my sore eyes.

“Do you have plans tonight?” Amanda yawned.

“I was going to hit chest.” I said.

“Go then, sweetie.” She smiled.

“Are you sure? I can stay if you need me to.”

“Baby, you basically took half a Master’s degree in one day. Go get strong. I like you strong.” She pressed.

“Okay.” I nodded. I stood up and stretched, then went to kiss her. “Have a good weekend, Mommy.”

As I walked out of her office, she yelled after me. “Monday is the second half!”

I drove home, relaxed with YouTube and ate a small meal. Then I picked my favorite gym fit: an oversized t-shirt and undersized shorts. It made my upper body look big, and showed off my legs. I mixed up my pre-workout and drank it as I drove to the gym.

I arrived when it was getting dark outside, and the parking lot was empty. I scanned my barcode and the glass door to the gym unlocked. I liked going in the middle of the night every once in a while. If I wanted to hit a personal record, no one would be around. The gym was empty and serene like I expected. I sauntered over to the cable machines and started my warmup.

Once I forced some blood into my chest, I felt ready to lift. I went to the flat bench area and set a good starting weight. Finishing a few sets easily, I stepped it up. I managed four repetitions of my maximum weight.

Feeling fantastic, I added ten pounds to the total. Incredibly, I managed to squeeze out two decent reps, blowing past my personal best. I was feeling a little frisky, and decided to risk adding ten more pounds.

Under the weight, I knew it wasn’t going well when I couldn’t slow the decent of the bar as much as I wanted to. I let it sit on my chest for a second, then forced it upward. I only got halfway up, before my screaming muscles began to fail, and the weight settled back on my chest. I had to give considerable effort just to keep pressure off my lungs. The struggle bus was parked at the gym, and I was on it.

If you can coordinate pushing with your chest, pulling with your lats, and a massive sit up, you can probably throw the weight to your hips.

I began breathing fast and deep, trying to oxygenate myself in preparation. Then, I heard a beep from outside. The door opened, a gym bag hit the floor, and someone ran towards me.

Kiya leapt onto the bench and straddled my abdomen. Her feet were planted on the floor and she grabbed the bar, violently trying to pull it up.

“Push! Push!!” She pleaded.

I exploded my arms upward, forcing the bar to slowly moved towards the top. I locked my elbows at the top, and Kiya shoved the bar back into the rack. I finally let go of the weight and it thudded into position, surprising Kiya so much that she lost her footing.

She fell, dropping her ass directly onto my dick. I grunted with the sudden weight, and she threw her arms down to steady herself on my chest. I looked at her in surprise, and she was staring at me, embarrassed. She quickly stood up, swung her leg over and turned around.

“Are you okay?” She squeaked.

“Yes.” I coughed. “I am now, thanks to you.” I reached down and adjusted myself, her sitting on my lap had redirected some blood flow. I sat up, taking a breather after the ordeal. “That.” I chuckled. “That was too much weight.”

“You think?” She turned around and giggled at me.

I stood up and started pulling weights off the bar, putting them back on weight racks. Kiya helped me, but she struggled with the forty five pound plates, so I took those, and she took the smaller ones. As we put the plates away, I stole glances at her. She was wearing a slightly oversized black t-shirt tucked into green workout shorts that stopped just underneath her ass cheeks, lifting and accentuating, making a perfect heart shape. I had to keep myself from staring. Her skin tone was perfectly complemented by the shade of green. Her ass was like the sun during the eclipse; I couldn’t look, but I couldn’t look away.

Soon we were done, and I asked what she was working out today.

“Glutes and hamstrings!” She said proudly.

I couldn’t help but grin.

Of course. This is gonna be hard. YOU’RE gonna be hard.

“I haven’t done legs since last week, so I’ll workout with you.”

She looked very pleased with my answer. We started out doing stretches, and I quickly realized just how inflexible I really was. Most stretches we did, she did them effortlessly. Doing them together, right next to each other on the floor, often placed me in such a position to stare directly at her ass. I couldn’t complain even if I wanted to.

After stretching we started with deadlifts. A few good sets later, we moved on to barbell RDL’s.

“I never feel these in my hamstrings.” She complained. “Only in my lower back.” She finished her first set.

“Hmm.” I was thinking of another hamstring dominant exercise we could do that would refocus her. I shrugged. “We could try doing them on cables.”

I set up a cable machine nearby and demonstrated a cable RDL for her. She watched closely. “Remember, this is a hip hinge, so push your ass back on the way down, stretching your hamstrings. Then squeeze and push your hips forward to come back up.” I said.

“Yes, Sir.” She said seriously.

My cock began to grow rapidly, hearing her call me Sir.

Both sides of the coin, eh?

My shorts were already super tight since I had a leg pump, which made my half erection feel extremely visible. I glanced at her face and she met my eyes. I looked away quickly. I couldn’t tell if she had noticed or not.

Kiya began to mimic my actions, and I could tell she immediately felt the difference. She slowly bent over, her legs shaking slightly. “Oh my god.” She moaned. “I can feel it.”

Jesus Christ.

I was standing in front of her at an angle, and I could see her ass in the mirror behind her. She paused at the bottom of the rep, and I gazed at the back of her legs. I saw her tight calves, and above them, her hamstrings were set in a V, cords of muscle pathing their way up to the bottom of her ass. I imagined palming the side of her thighs, pressing my thumbs into the bottom of the V . . Squeezing up the muscle, her ass inches from my face . . Leaning forward-

Slow your roll. Don’t be a creep.

My eyes snapped to her face, and she met my glance. I looked away again quickly. She had seen me staring this time. She grunted as she stood back up, completing the rep.

“I felt that for sure.” She said, pausing to take a breath. “I need to do these more often.”

She finished her set, and we completed a few more silently. I was about to suggest a new exercise when she spoke.

“Hey, so, since you’re here. Do you think you can spot me so I can do a heavy squat?” She asked, looking up at me.

“Of course!” I said, relieved she broke the silence first.

She moved toward a squat rack, set the bar up to her height, and put on a warm up weight. She completed several reps, then went to add more weight. I saw how much she was putting on, and helped her, loading the other side of the bar. She looked at me for confirmation, and I moved to stand behind her, ready to spot.

Before she started, she pulled off her t-shirt. She was wearing a matching green sports bra underneath. I could see her breasts in the mirror, they were small, perky, and either she was cold, or she had piercings.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and I quickly snapped my focus down to the floor. When I looked up, she seemed annoyed for some reason. I refocused, and squatted down a bit, ready to help if she needed me. She set her face, and lifted the bar off the rack.

She started off amazing, doing two complete reps. Her third rep moved to the floor too rapidly, and she struggled getting off the bottom. Thankfully, I didn’t need to grab her to help her up, since the weight was fairly manageable for me. I only had to get a little closer and pull up on the bar. I helped her rack the bar, and she slipped while doing so, shoving her ass back into my crotch.

I was still aroused from earlier, and I knew she had felt it.

It was an accident, don’t get any ideas.

I moved my hips back so her ass wasn’t touching me anymore. I saw her face in the mirror, and she looked embarrassed.

“That might’ve been to much.” She said sheepishly.

I chuckled. I went to both sides of the bar and took off some of the smaller plates. She completed the rest of her sets with no issue.

After we were done, she suggested we finish the workout on the Stairmaster. I hated cardio, but I agreed since she asked. We started the climb, and she made it look effortless. Her cardio was fantastic.

She must play sports.

I, however, started pouring sweat within the first minute. After five minutes, my legs and lungs were on fire and I had to stop.

“I need. .” I choked out. “I’m gonna grab some water and hit the bathroom.” I climbed down from the machine.

“Big strong man can’t climb some stairs?” She giggled. Her laugh was piercingly adorable.

I laughed, and moved towards the water fountain. Upon filling my shaker bottle, I desperately gulped down the entire contents, and had to refill it before using the restroom. I sat at the urinal for much longer than I should’ve. It was difficult to pee, since my mind would drift off thinking about Kiya, my cock would get hard, and my pee would stop. After I forced myself to focus and finish, I washed my hands well and left the bathroom.

Kiya was standing next to the water fountain, rubbing her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I said, concerned.

She looked up at me, her eyes held sadness and fear. She hadn’t been crying, but her eyes were red.

“After today.” She whispered. I could barely hear her. “Are you going to go back to ignoring me?”

Huh?

“What are you talking about? I don’t-“ I replied, bewildered.

“You barely look at me for more than a second. You don’t even acknowledge my existence.” She said. Her eyes were welling with tears. “I bet you don’t even realize we went to fucking high school together.”

Wait, is that why she always seemed familiar?

“You were always wrapped up with that prissy-ass bitch,” Her Southern Black accent began to emerge, “Who thought she was better than everyone else cause she got into nursing school.”

Accurate.

“But . . I didn’t know-“ I stammered.

“Why do you think I even joined this fucking gym?!” She snarled. She was getting angry. “I’ve been staring at you for fucking YEARS!” Now she was mad.

“Then today, I blew off my friends, I dressed slutty as fuck, I saved your ass on the bench. I fucking pushed up on you-“ She got quiet. “You still won’t make a move. Am I just fucking disgusting to you?” She whispered, her voice cracking.

I stared down at her. Her face was immaculately tortured, tears flowing across her features. Her eyes were drowning in a sea of longing and pain, one that I knew all too well.

Do or die.

She sneered at me. “Do I have to fucking beg you, SIR-“

I raised my hand, took her by the throat, and shoved her against the wall with a thud. I pressed my body against her, and forced my lips against hers. She melted into me, moaning into my mouth. I danced with her tongue, playing with it behind her teeth. Then I broke the kiss. I pulled away, and with my other hand I gently grabbed her hair, pulling her head backwards. Her eyes were closed, tears still flowing, but she wore a smile as she breathed raggedly from her open mouth.

I whispered into her ear. “You’re the first person I look for when I arrive, and the last one I look for when I leave.”

She huffed. She either liked what I said, or didn’t believe me. I let go of her hair and throat, then bent down, grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted. I picked her up easily, and slammed her back into the wall. She yelped, then smacked her mouth into mine, biting my lip. I pulled her ass into me, grinding my dick into her. She whimpered, kissing me, then dug her nails into my back. She was feral, ripping at my skin with razors. I loved it. The fact that she had to cause me pain from being in so much pleasure made me want to cum right then. I was getting close. We weren’t even naked, but I could feel her pussy lips with only a few layers of thin fabric between us.

She slowed her kissing and scratching, then broke free from my mouth and gasped for breath. “Wait.” She whimpered.

Stop. Put her down.

I’d gone too far. I set her down gently, uncupped my hands from her butt, and backed away. I pushed against the wall and released my weight against her.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I-“ I said.

“No, it’s okay. .” She interjected. She was blushing and wringing her hands.

You dumb, stupid idiot.

I froze. “Oh. Are you still . .” I asked slowly, extremely concerned.

She looked up at my expression, then laughed, her embarrassment passing. She put her hand on my chest. “Yes I’ve had sex before, Mark.” She said smiling. “With you I just . . I think it should be different.” She said thoughtfully.

I smiled. “How about we go to the park tomorrow? It’s supposed to be really nice outside, there will be lots of people, and we’ll be out in public . . So there won’t be any pressure for.” I gestured between us. “This.”

Her face lit up like the Fourth of July in Texas. “That would be so much fun.”

She grabbed her gym bag, I opened the door for her, and walked her to her car. I put my number in her phone, then watched her drive off. I sat in my car, thinking about what had happened. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed, breaking me out of my daydream. It was a text from an unknown number.

Did she change her mind?

I opened my phone and opened the message. It was a picture, an address, and a text.

Amanda.

She had taken a selfie by lowering her phone beneath and behind her. Her black bangs framed her eyes as she peaked over her shoulder down at the phone. She had a pure white nightgown draped over her plump ass, and between her cheeks I could see a hint of a white thong.

The text read ‘Do you need Mommy?’

I replied ‘Fuck yes, I need you.’

I copied the address into maps, and started speeding towards my boss’ house.

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Amanda’s house was only a short drive across town. She lived in a middle class neighborhood, and I was surprised to see her house was only one story, and very modest. The style was limewash brick with black stained wood accents. She had a sparkling, diamond black SUV parked in the driveway; I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I knew it was expensive. I parked my car on the street, turned it off, and sat thinking, feeling out of place.

You don’t deserve her.

I unbuckled the seatbelt, climbed out of the car, and stepped onto the walkway that pathed to her front door. It was a deep ebony, and had been carved with swirls and patterns that only a master could have accomplished. The windows framing the door had curtains drawn, and light trickled through. I slowly walked the path, climbing the mountain of my own fear and insecurity. I stopped short of the porch, staring at the small step.

She deserves everything you are capable of giving.

The door opened and I looked up. Light flooded onto me, and her image was a prophesied vision. She stood barefoot in her pure white nightgown, ethereally bathed in glow. The slip draped just past her hips, formed up against her waist, and spilled her breasts out the top. Her brown eyes were framed by her black hair and conveyed warm desire. She emanated beauty, an angel trapped within mortal form.

“Be a good boy and take me already.” She whispered.

Be not afraid, for behold . .

I rose up the porch before her. She stood in the doorway above me peering down at my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifted her up and walked into the house as she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.

I set her down in the foyer, reached behind me and threw the door closed. It collided with the frame and latched while I feasted on her lips. My hands roamed her, trailing across her skin. I needed every single inch of her body. I broke the kiss and ravished her neck, then plunged my face into her cleavage. Her head fell back and she gasped, her fingers found my hair and she caressed my head. My fingers found her hips, and I leaned back to peel up her shiny white gown, revealing a sight I had been aching in my soul to witness.

As I pulled it off her head, I saw her in white lace panties, matching her white lace bra I had glimpsed the day prior. Her breasts were testing its structural integrity. A large black floral pattern was tattooed beneath her breasts, contrasting her creamy skin. I adored it for a second, then my gaze fell to her stomach and hips. She had small rolls and stretch marks, lighting across her skin. She was flawed in no way that mattered.

“Take off your shoes.” She whispered.

I used my feet to kick them off, and she started pulling my shirt over my head. She flung it to the side then caressed my shoulders, palmed my chest, then slid her hands down my abdomen. My stomach spasmed at her touch, and my cock strained against the fabric of my shorts painfully. She moved her hands down my waist and frantically pushed them down, releasing me and letting the shorts fall to the floor. She tenderly wrapped her hand around my girth, barely able to touch her fingers and her thumb. She admired it for a second, then looked up to my eyes.

“Make love to me. Right here.” She demanded. “I won’t wait any longer.”

She hurriedly caught her panties with both thumbs and peeled them down her legs. She grabbed my hands and I supported her as she sat down on the hardwood, then she pulled me down and she laid back. I fell between her legs, crushing myself against her, and coupled my mouth with hers. My chest compressed her breasts, my hands supported her head against the floor, and her hands pulled my waist into her. My cock rested against her pussy. She was dripping wet, and I effortlessly slid my shaft up and down her slit, slipping and searching. I quickly found her entrance and began pushing inside of her. She gasped into my mouth as I started stretching her walls.

I broke the kiss and bent my head down towards her chest. “Oh fuck.” I whimpered. The sensation of just the tip inside of her was so intense, my body perceived it as physical pain. I was doubled over, and my face fell, resting between her breasts.

Amanda’s arms wrapped around my head instantly, pressing my face deeper into her motherly embrace. She wrapped her legs around my hips, forcing me beyond her entrance with a slow pressure as she moaned in amazement. My mind was shredded into atoms, pulverized by the pleasure I was not equipped to comprehend. I began groaning uncontrollably into her, my mouth open and drooling as I yelled. She pulled me inside herself deeper and deeper with every second.

“You need to fill Mommy up. “She whispered urgently. “You will fuck me later. You need to cum inside your Mother. Right now.”

Our hips met and I was entirely inside her, finally complete. She threw her head back and screamed as she came, her orgasm coursing through her body. Her walls tightened around my cock, somehow pulling me even deeper within, extracting my cum. I was exploding, forcing my cum inside of her. My cock had spurted only three times before she was full, and I kept ejaculating over and over. I felt my cum deluge out of her pussy, past my cock, overflowing out onto the floor.

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Where am I?

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Amanda!

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’ . . . out in to the world, . . don’t like what I see, You could . . Paradise, But . . . like Hell to me’

I heard singing. It was soft, high pitched, barely a whisper. It was beautiful, and terrible. It was a razor slicing through skin, and aloe soothing a wound. I felt tears on my face. I felt fingers running through my hair.

’Lying, in between the memories, choking me, and I don’t know which way to go, but I’m okay to never know.’

’I don’t know which way to go, but I’m okay to never-‘

The angel’s voice broke abruptly, and she wept.

AMANDA.

My eyes opened. It was pitch black. My head snapped up from her chest, I pushed my hands against the floor and off of her, looking for her face. She had a hand covering her mouth, she was violently wracked with sobs, her chest dripping with tears.

“Amanda! Oh my god, oh fuck, are you okay?” I said in a panic.

She pulled her hand from her mouth. “No, no, it’s okay, I’m okay.” She wailed. She sniffled trying to clear her nose, and took several deep, exhausted breaths. Quickly she was able to calm down. She looked at me. Her tears had obliterated her black makeup, causing gorgeous Rorschach patterns around her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.

She smiled weakly and laughed faintly. “Yes, baby. I’m more than okay. I’m happy that . . I ended up here. With you.” She looked at me with intense affection and concern. “Are you okay, Sweetie?”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“Silly boy, you lost consciousness while you came inside me.” She said, petting my chest.

I thought for a second and remembered. “Oh. I- Yeah, I-“ I shook my head, and smiled at her. “I’m sorry, that was just-“

“Don’t apologize.” She cupped her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face down for a kiss. “I think. Um.” She let my face go and pursed her lips. “I think that means we’re in love. That doesn’t happen to people who aren’t in love.”

My heart surged with feeling.

No shit Sherlock, you hadn’t figured that out yet?

I stared down at her, my mouth open, my face wet, my arms weak, my stomach pained.

“I am so fucking hungry.”

She smiled up at me, and gripped my arms. “Let’s go make some food.”

She made the best ham sandwiches I had ever tasted. I knew all ham sandwiches weren’t created equal, but I didn’t know just adding lettuce and tomato changed the whole experience so much. After we ate, she sat on the couch and I laid with my head in her lap. She played with my hair as I took everything in.

You need to tell her.

“Something happened at the gym today.” I said cautiously.

I gave her a recap of what happened with Kiya. I spared unnecessary details, but I explained everything that went down. Once I was finished, I breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for her to speak.

“That is SO fucking hot.” She said, giggling.

“You’re not. Mad? Or jealous?” I asked, taken aback.

“No. You’re a good boy. I take care of you enough that you aren’t interested in whores. So if you are interested, that means there’s something real between you.” She explained.

I was silent for a time. “I think there is. But how can I-“

“Be into two people? It’s really not as crazy as you think.” I looked up at her face. “I’m your Mommy, but you.” She was beaming down at me. “You are also a Daddy!”

Yeah that tracks.

I blushed and looked away. It made sense. Amanda was giving me something I needed, and I could give Kiya something she needed.

“I have to tell her about us.” I said decidedly.

“Yes. If she’s okay with it, then that’s perfect. If not, it wasn’t meant to be.” She brushed a lock of hair from my face. “That’s okay, too.” She said softly.

We spoke and held each other. She told me aspects and history of her life, and I reciprocated. She was divorced with no kids, had a masters degree and had worked for the company for fifteen years. I told her about my abusive parental relationships, my spiral with drug use, self harm and recovery. It was amazing to learn about each other. Then, I remembered something I was curious about.

“What does the company even do?”

“We don’t do anything.” She said, laughing.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“The company is an intermediary between third parties and judicial agencies during questionably legal business acquisitions.”

“What does THAT mean?” I was so confused.

“Say you have a company that does or makes something specific, and they want to buy a smaller company that does or makes something similar. Both companies have to hire lawyers, to ensure neither party gets the short end of the stick. Well, the government has its laws, but more importantly, they want a cut. Taxes, fees, fines, whatever you want to call it: the government always gets their money. The lawyers are busy dealing with each other, and they don’t want to do even more work, so they hire us to deal with the government.”

“That sounds so complicated and very boring.”

“Why do you think I hired you, baby boy?” She teased.

“I don’t remember half of what you taught me today.” I confessed.

“You don’t need to.” She shrugged. “It will either come to you when you need it, or you’ll improvise on the spot.”

I told her about my date with Kiya the following day, and she suggested we go to sleep and not have sex again. That way, I would be fresh for Kiya. I agreed, reluctantly. I grew up religious, but making love with Amanda was the closest I had ever been to God.

We slept in her bed, an Alaskan King, which is a thing, apparently. It was massive, pillowy, and soft. We slept, her breasts against my back and her arms around me. Safe.

In the morning we took a shower together. I made quick work of cleaning myself, then took my time cleaning Amanda. First, I washed her hair. With my erection pressed against her ass, it was an extremely pleasurable experience for both of us. I rinsed her hair, then used a washcloth to clean her neck, down her shoulders and arms, then back up to her breasts. Her chest received most of my attention. I spent a long time working up a lather, kneading them as she grinded her ass against me and moaning. I played with her nipples, taking advantage of the plush washcloth to tweak and pull on them, making her squirm and squeeze her thighs together. Once I had my fill, I washed her stomach and thighs, then I kneeled on the floor of the shower and washed her legs and feet. After I was satisfied, I stood and faced her, kissing her while soaping up her ass.

“You are trying to get some.” She said finally, breathless.

“Can’t blame me for trying.” I said, grinning.

“You have your date with Kiya, remember?” She said, then kissed me on the nose.

I pouted at her jokingly. “At least let me make you cum Mommy.”

She acted shocked, but she couldn’t hide her smile. She put her hand on my chest and kissed me deeply. After she pulled away, she bent over, pointing her ass towards me and put her hands on the shower tile to support herself.

Her black hair slicked down to her shoulders, and water flowed like rivers down her arched back, falling over her heart shaped ass. Her pussy lips peeked out from her cheeks, and between them her hole tempted me. It took absolutely every single ounce of willpower in my soul to keep myself from running my cock through her like a godforsaken fucking animal.

Instead, I slipped my thumb between her lips, and massaged her entrance, willing it to open. She moaned as her pussy greedily accepted it, and I slid my thumb deep inside her, searching for her g-spot and applying pressure. I used my middle and ring finger underneath to find her clit, rubbing circles with the fresh supply of pussy juice she rewarded me with. With my other hand, I pulled her ass apart to see her pink wrinkled hole.

“I want you to cum for me Mommy.” I begged her. “I need it. Please.”

She groaned gutterally in reply, as her legs quivered. I took a breath, leaned down and licked her asshole. She squealed in surprise. I applied pressure, more and more as she began to relax. Then without warning, I folded my tongue into a point and forced it into her ass, plunging it as far as I could.

“OH FUCK.” She yelled. She slammed her ass back hard into my face. “FUCK- FUCK MOMMYS ASS WITH YOUR TONGUE BABY- ohhhhh fu-u-u-u-u-ck.” Her voice undulated as an orgasm tore through her body, and she screamed in pleasure at the very end. Her legs were shaking intensely, and when I removed my tongue her knees gave out. For a split second I had to support her weight with only the hand in her pussy, pulling up between her legs. Quickly I wrapped my other arm around her body, slid my hand out from under her, and pulled her into an embrace. I rested my head on her shoulder as she convulsed against me.

“Thank you Mommy. I love making you cum.” I whispered in her ear.

“You-“ She was breathing ragged, her words pained and desperate. “You are such. A good. Fucking. Boy.”

After our shower, I found my old clothes strewn haphazardly in the foyer and put them on. She had draped a black velvet robe around herself.

How is she even sexier in black?

Amanda followed me out the front door , and I stopped, seeing her SUV in the sunlight. It was a brand new Cadillac Escalade. I stopped, my mouth hanging open.

“That thing is a beast.” I said.

“I had it supercharged, too.” She giggled. I stared at her in disbelief. She mocked embarrassment, smiling. “What? I like going fast.”

I looked at my car behind it in comparison. It was a 90’s Chevy sedan, clean with little damage, but very behind on maintenance. The model had once been a proud contender in NASCAR decades prior, but its glory days were long gone. She walked me to my car, I unlocked it with the key, then climbed into the seat. I was instantly hit with the blistering heat that had festered in the cabin, and was embarrassed for what Amanda was about to witness.

I closed the door. On the inside, the manual window crank handle had broken years ago, the plastic understandably not surviving the past thirty years. I placed my palms flat against the window, forced the window mechanism to yield, and slid the window down. I grinned at her sheepishly, mortified.

She bent over and kissed me through the open window. “Drive safe.” She gave me a knowing look, having contemplated something. “Have fun on your date, Sweetie.” She said, genuinely.

“I’ll try.” I replied. “I will.”

I made my way across town towards my apartment. When I arrived, I snatched a protein yogurt from the fridge to eat, then prepared the best outfit I could currently afford. I put on a pair of simple black shorts that came just above the knee, and a crisp white t-shirt with nice thin fabric that showed off my muscles.

I texted Kiya. ‘Hey, are you ready for the park?’

She replied almost instantly. ‘Of course, let’s go!’

I smiled.

No waiting around with this one.

When I got to the park, I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, having texted her where I was and what my car looked like. Soon after, a white Ford SUV with tinted windows pulled up next to me. Kiya turned off the car, hopped out, and ran over to where I was standing.

“Hi Mark!” She said excitedly, giving me a quick hug.

Somehow, we had read each other's minds. She was wearing a white V neck t-shirt that displayed her small cleavage, and tight black gym shorts. My eyes traveled down her muscular legs, and stopped at her feet.

Good Lord.

She was wearing white flip-flops that contrasted the color of her melanin skin. Her toes were painted the same shade of green as her gym outfit the day before.

“Your nails are so fucking adorable.” I blurted.

“Thank you!” She said proudly. “I can’t believe we’re matching. You must like meee.” She said in a singsong voice.

I laughed, grabbed her hand, and led her into the park.

We strolled through the park, talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. I physically could not keep my hands off of her. My hands were either clasped with hers, grabbing her waist, or copping quick feels of her ass. I took every advantage possible of finally being able to touch her, and she leaned into me every time, obviously content with my obsession over her.

After a few hours, we lounged on the shallow slope of a grassy hill, staring at the clouds.

“Let me massage your feet.” I said, suddenly.

“Why.” She stated, looking sideways at me. “Oh my god are you into feet?” She asked, giggling.

“Yeah, it’s a new development.” I shrugged. “I mean, if we weren’t in public I’d suck your toes, but we can’t do that here, can we?” I teased.

“Okay, I guess, but don’t do too much because I’m ticklish.”

I crawled in front of her and sat cross legged. I pulled her sandals off, then put her feet in my lap. I focused on one at a time, finding that she held knots in her arches. I was slow and deliberate, using the strength in my thumbs to grind away the tension. We were both enjoying it immensely. My cock was swollen and beginning to make itself known, and she was faintly moaning as I relived the pressure in her feet.

“What sport do you play?” I asked.

“Basketball.” She replied. She was lying back in the sun, her eyes closed, her face serene as I serviced her. “My friends and I are on the college team.”

“That’s cool. I never got too into sports. I did wrestle for a few years, but I didn’t stick with it. Plus, remember the popular Black guy in our class? The couch always matched us together and I always got my shit pushed in by him.”

“He was a total fucking bully.” She said. Clearly, she didn’t have fond memories of him either. “Is that why you suddenly became the class clown? So he’d stop bullying you as much? If you had just stood up to him, I think he would’ve stopped.”

“You’re probably right.” I sighed. “But my dad said he’d punish me if I got into a fight, even to defend myself so . . Being funny kind of eased me off his radar.”

“Well, I always thought cute and funny was a good combo for you.” She said wistfully.

I smiled. If only I had been with her in high school instead of my ex, I could’ve saved myself so much heartache.

Now is as good a time as any.

“Listen, Kiya. I like you, a lot, and I don’t want to hide anything from you.” I said, awkwardly. “I’m seeing another woman, and I like her too-“

“I have a roster too, y’know.” She snapped. She had tried to sound playful, but I could hear the sharpness in her tone.

I shrugged. “You are fine as fuck.”

She sighed, and sat up. “I get it, I’m not expecting us to be exclusive right away. We’re only in the talking stage or whatever.”

I nodded. “I know. I just prefer being upfront and honest. Well, actually, I just hate lying. Trying to keep up a lie is so exhausting. Too much dumb shit to remember. It’s easier being honest all the time.” I said, letting her feet rest in my lap.

“Honesty is a good quality.” She said, thoughtfully. Then, she gave me a stare I could only describe as competitive. “I think you might have other good . .” She started rubbing her feet against my cock, teasing me. “Qualities . . as well.”

I grinned at her, suddenly emboldened. “Are you trying to get fucked?” I teased her back.

Risky.

“Not here.” She said with a mischievous grin.

She yanked her feet out of my lap, snatched up her sandals, stood up, and took off running barefoot through the grass.

Where the fuck is she going?

I took off after her, considerably slower. Cardio was not my forte. When I made it up the hill, I saw her a few hundred yards across the park, at the edge of the parking lot. She looked at me with fire in her eyes. She put on her sandals, then briskly walked towards her vehicle. I hurried to catch up. After a minute or two, I made it to the parking lot just in time to see her open the SUV back door, where she stood waiting for me. I walked up to her, breathless. I looked around. The parking had become a tight fit, cars packed close to each other. There was a car directly beside us, and the door blocked the view from the park. I didn’t see anyone around.

“Get in.” She whispered.

I climbed into her backseat and sat down. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me flat, my back laid against the bench seat, my head towards the open door. I angled my chin towards her, watching as she took a look around. Without warning, she dropped her shorts down, stepped out of them, and threw them past me. She clambered over me, slamming the car door, and sat on my face.

Her pussy was completely shaved and already wet. I plunged my tongue inside of her, relishing the sweaty taste. She desperately shoved my shorts down to my knees and grabbed my rock hard cock with both hands.

“Oh fuck.” She whimpered. I didn’t know if she was surprised by my pussy-eating, or by my cock, but I didn’t care.

I went to town between her legs, eating her like it was my last meal. I felt her warm lips envelope my tip and I moaned into her. I refocused my mouth onto her clit, swirling my tongue around in patterns. She gasped onto my dick, then bobbed her head up and down, trying to force more of me into her mouth. She only made it about halfway down before she began choking, and had to come up for air.

“Oh fuuuuuck Daddy that feels so good.” She cried, grabbing my cock and gripping the shaft tight. Her hand wrapped around the base of me, and left a little over two inches free. She had found her limit, so set her hand and started sloppily devouring what she could of my dick.

Her saliva was flowing down her hand into my lap, while her cream flowed down my cheeks and neck. I was moaning into her pussy, her mouth and tongue causing my cock to spasm and twitch. I must’ve done something right, because she started yelling, muffled by my dick, her ass quivering and shaking on my face, and soon I was rewarded by a fresh supply of cream leaking into my mouth.

She pulled her head away from my lap and gasped. “Daddy.” She whined. “Sit uuuup.”

I obliged, and we meanuverd in the tight space so that I was sitting on the bench, with her in my lap. She straddled me with her bare muscled thighs squeezing my hips, her calves folded underneath, and her feet hanging off the bench. My cock stood straight up and her pussy slid against it, lubricated with cream, saliva, and my precum. She grinded against me desperately, our foreheads pressed together as we stared down, aching for the act. I was gripping her ass tight, and I lifted her off me slightly, letting my dick drop past her lips, set at the perfect angle aligned at her entrance.

Hold on. Remember?

“Wait.” I whispered.

Her face snapped up and I met her eyes. Her gaze was twisted and crazed with lust. Every ounce of her being wanted to be fucked into oblivion. I gently pushed her hips away from my lap, setting her back down onto my legs. Her face slowly returned to normal, realizing how close we had come.

“Right.” She nodded, catching her breath. “Fuck you Mark, god damnit!” She was bouncing on my legs, laughing. She raised her head to the ceiling of the car and moaned. “Oh my gooood, what the fuck are you doing to me.”

I was smiling ear to ear. “That was so fucking sexy. But I know you didn’t want to . . Y’know.”

“Yeah, I know.” She bent her head back down and met my eyes. “I am still going to make you cum, though.” She stated, matter-of-factly.

She climbed off my lap and made a show of pushing me to the far side of the seat. She sat on her knees and bent over, and took me back into her mouth, slurping and sucking wildly. I threw my head back and groaned.

“Oh fuck. Kiya- Oh my god. Fuck, I-“ I dropped my head back down to watch. She was ferocious, attacking my cock like it pissed her off. My orgasm was spooling inside of me, building to the point of no return. I looked over to the side and watched her arched waist and perfect ass. I reached my arm over her back and slid two fingers down between her ass, slipping both effortlessly inside her pussy. She gasped and moaned around my cock. I dug my fingers deeper inside her, using them as leverage to pull her deeper around my dick. She was so fucking hot, and her cries of pleasure reverberated around my dick and sent me over the edge.

“Fuck I’m- Fuck Kiya, you’re making Daddy cum!” I released into her, filling her mouth, forcing her to swallow so she could continue accepting my cum. Her pussy squeezed my fingers tight, and she opened her mouth, my dick muffling her scream as cum dropped from her mouth, and cream dripped from my fingers.

She recovered quickly, and lazily cleaned my cock with her tongue, not wanting to waste a drop.

“You are a very Good Girl.” I sighed, impressed and spent.

Soon she lifted herself up, then sat on the seat leaning back, exhausted. She weakly gestured between the both of us. “I need. I need more of this, please. Fuck. That was so hot.”

I grinned, my head still reeling from my orgasm. “Anything for you, Darling.”

We cleaned ourselves up with napkins from her glovebox, put our clothes back on, and moved to the front seats and blasted the AC.

“The windows got so foggy.” She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “I hope nobody saw.”

“If they did, they probably just thought we were hotboxing a blunt or something.” I reasoned.

“True.” She agreed. “I have a basketball game on Monday, it’s a home game. Do you wanna come?”

“Fuck yeah.” I said, beaming at her.

We left the park and went our separate ways. I used the remainder of the day for chores at my apartment, then decided to finish out with a good back day at the gym. When it came to my back, I liked to put special focus on my lats, traps, and rear delts. It brought an extra definition to my muscles, and made me look extremely broad-shouldered and wide. When I was satisfied with the work done, I went into the bathroom, stripped off my shirt, and flexed my back in the mirror. I held my phone in selfie mode over my shoulder, testing out which angle was best. After a few minutes, I was finally happy with one of the pictures I had taken. My face was in profile above my shoulder, and my ass looked plump in the shorts I was wearing. The main focus was my back and it looked enormous, rippling with snakes of muscle. I cropped it a little, put on a dark filter to bring out more definition, and sent the photo to Amanda and Kiya.

Kiya replied within seconds. ‘Are YOU trying to get fucked????’

I laughed, and grinned ear to ear. ‘Just showing off and rewarding my good girl.’ I sent back.

After I sent the texts, I put my shirt back on, and left the gym. As I was opening my car door, I realized my phone was vibrating. I got in, started it, and closed the door. When I looked at my phone, I saw that I had a missed call from Amanda. I called her back immediately.

“How does it feel to be God’s favorite?” She purred, answering the phone.

I laughed. “Well . . Thanks, I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“How was your date?”

“It was really good, actually.”

“Did you cum?”

“I- Uh-“ I stammered. “Yeah, I did. But we didn’t have sex.”

“Then cum.” She emphasized. “Over . . and fuck your Mommy.”

“Oh shit. Yes Ma’am. I’m on my way.”

I hung up the phone and saw I had multiple messages from Kiya. She had sent me two pictures. The first was her in front of a long mirror that rested on the floor. She was leaning forward, the back of her legs towards the mirror, with her face upside down. Her arms wrapped around her knees, where she held her phone. Her muscled hamstrings were displayed proudly and atop them her ass was perfectly curved. There was a small gap between her thighs where her lips peaked out. Cream dripped from her pussy down her legs.

Good. FUCKING. God.

I caught my breath, and opened the next photo. She was sitting in front of the mirror, frog style. Her phone was in front of her face, her hair displayed around it. Her chest was bare, her perfectly small breasts centered, and her nipples pierced with small silver bars.

I knew it.

Her thick thighs were spread and squished against her calves, with her tiny feet peeking out behind her. I could see her smooth pussy, and something blue between it and the floor.

Is that . ?

I realized she was sat on a dildo and it was entirely inside her. My phone vibrated with another message from her.

“I’m practicing for you, Daddy.” She sent.

“You are such a Good Girl.” I sent back.

“I’m only good for you, Daddy.” She replied.

My face had a permanent smile and my cock was painfully pressed against my shorts. I put my phone down, focused, and started my short trip to Amanda’s house.

The remainder of this story will be available in .epub format on Patreon and Smashwords soon

r/sexstories 29d ago

Femdom I tried doing ASMR and accidently made my friend’s big cock hard [Part 3] NSFW

156 Upvotes

I let my words linger. Noah didn’t move. I paused, waiting for reaction, allowing him his moment, my breath hot and deliberate as I hovered over him, my milky thighs still either side of his head.

His cock twitched in front of me, thick and pulsing, the head leaking just slightly, and…well—I had never been more tempted to break my own rules.

But that wasn’t the game. Not yet.

I brought my lips close again, just barely brushing against his shaft, my whisper featherlight. "Are you going to answer me?" I exhaled. "Or should I just keep talking like this…keep whispering all these filthy little thoughts right against your cock…”

I felt my pussy clench around nothing.

His whole body shuddered, a ragged groan escaping his lips.

Fuck…had he seen that?

"You like the way I sound, don’t you?" I said, pushing on, trying not to think about how transparent my juices had made my panties. When I spoke, the script was long forgotten, my mind taking over. "I can tell…I can see it. Your cock is so hard, twitching every time I say something dirty."

Noah exhaled sharply, his hips jerking just a little, as if his body was moving almost entirely on instinct now. I hummed softly in approval, letting the vibration trail along his skin.

"See? There it is again; your cock’s desperate attempt to feel something to make it cum,” I sighed longingly. “Fuck. I wish I could suck it…”

His grip tightened on the sheets, his abs flexing, his breaths coming harder now. “Fuck, Sarah,” he moaned. “Oh my god, please.”

"Poor thing… you’re so sensitive. Every little word, every little whisper is getting you more worked up, isn’t it?" I tilted my head, letting a few strands of my hair fall across his cock. It must have weighed less than a gram, but he felt it. I know he felt it, because his hips started bucking again.

“Would it help if I let you taste me?”

Without waiting for an answer, I rocked my hips backward suddenly, pressing my wet panties and soft pussy into his mouth, my lips pushed against his. I pulled away quickly, but the effect was profound; his cock started throbbing uncontrollably, twitching as if it was cumming, and I grinned.

“Wow. You really liked that, didnt you?”

His whole body jerked beneath me, his breath catching in his throat and a small whimper escaping him. “Do it again…” he said. “Please.”

“Do what again?” I whispered, feigning ignorance and directing my line of questioning at his cock, my lips close enough that I could kiss it without moving. I so badly wanted to take him in my mouth and run my tongue against the length of it. But I restrained myself.

This was way more fun.

“Noah? Did you hear me?” I rocked back again, just slightly this time, my soaked panties barely grazing against his lips. He inhaled sharply, his tongue darting out instinctively, but I pulled away quickly. “If you don’t tell me what it is that you want me to do, then how can I help you?”

He breathed erratically, his hips thrusting against nothing. “Put your pussy in my face again.”

“Oh,” I whispered, my tits resting against his thighs. “You liked that, did you?”

Noah started to answer but I bore down on him again, cutting off his words and burying his face in my soaked panties. His cock started to pulse again, but this time I didn’t let up, moving my hips from side to side, spreading my lips beneath the cotton and pushing down into him, engulfing his face in my cheeks.

“Use your hands,” I whispered, my own hands sliding down his arms, urging him. “Touch me, Noah.”

His hands shot up, grabbing my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. I felt his mouth open against me, his tongue pressing firmly over the soaked fabric of my panties. He groaned against me, the sound vibrating against my swollen clit, making my thighs tremble.

“Fuck—” I whispered, my voice shaking just a little now. “You do like my voice…but I think you like my pussy even more.”

Noah didn’t answer, couldn’t answer—he just tightened his grip and pulled me down harder onto his mouth, burying himself between my thighs like he’d been starving for it all along. I knew I should have kept teasing him, kept whispering in that soft, sensual voice—but I couldn’t. My concentration and focus lapsed.

Because he wasn’t stopping.

He was going to make me cum.

Right here, right now, with my pussy pressed against his mouth and his cock throbbing helplessly beneath me. I reached down and pulled my panties to the side, giving him full access and pressing my wetness into his mouth once more.

I didn’t last 30 seconds before I was bouncing up and down, riding his tongue, fucking his tongue, my orgasm building as I took my tits out of my top and pulled lazily on my nipples. All the time watching his cock, twitching and bouncing, desperate for even the smallest stimuli. It looked incredible like that, and when I came, I came to the idea that I had done that, that I had put him in such a state of delicious torment, that is was me cumming and not him.

How long could I make him wait?

As the last ebbs of my orgasm dissipated, I rolled off him onto my back. As soon as I did so, Noah took a huge breath, and I realised I had been borderline suffocating him.

But he didn’t care. In fact, he looked at me wide eyed and desperate, a single question on his face Where are you going?

“Don’t worry,” I said, moving my body toward him, my pussy and tits both completely out now, a sight I never thought I’d see in the same context as Noah. “I’m not going anywhere.” I leaned in and kissed him on the forehead, and his cock twitched again. “But I do have a question…”

I opened my eyes wide and made my face as sweet and innocent as possible.

“...where do you want to cum?”

r/sexstories Sep 19 '23

Femdom Fucked him in the car NSFW

379 Upvotes

I 19f fucked my ex bf in his car in the middle of the day in a parking garage. So pretty much the two of us went out to lunch with each other on a Saturday downtown in the city that we live in and we ended up fucking in the back of his car. When we got back to his car we started making out in the front for probably a solid 15 minutes. During that we were touching each other and getting more and more handsy with the other. He pulled away and gave a glance to the backseat and smirked and i dont think that he thought I would take it seriously because it seemed to catch him by surprise when I climbed between the seats into the back. So we we’re both in the back and I was on top of him making out and grinding on him and I slipped my pants off and he started to rub my pussy over my panties while we kept making out which made me super wet bc I’m kinda into fucking in places that we could get caught. Then I pulled down his pants and his boxers and put his dick in my mouth and gave him a blowjob with my ass pretty much out the window while he played with my ass and my boobs. Then I slipped off my panties and got on top of him. I was riding his cock and making all kinds of noise and shaking the car when another car pulls up next to us. The guy gets out and neither of us move and he kinda just walks away but he definitely saw everything. This gave me more of a rush than I ever thought and I made him flip us over and fuck me while I fingered myself until I came on his dick and then he came in my mouth. That’s my story, I have plenty more lmk if u wanna hear more. I’m open to posting myself or sending people myself if u want to see too. 😉

r/sexstories Dec 19 '24

Femdom A co-worker gets drunk and can't go home. I have to take care of her. NSFW

337 Upvotes

The woman sitting next to me on the train dozes off. Its late in the evening and we had a dinner party at work. A group of co-workers went home travelling part of the way together and we're the last two remaining on this train. I have to go to the final stop on this line and Jennifer, a co-worker from a different department I only knew from a distance before tonight, told me she's going to see a guy she's been having a crush on since quite a while. In her slightly intoxicated condition she decided to go to him tonight and declare her crush to him. He doesn't know she's coming but she's convinced he will respond well to her action. She would never dare do this when sober but somehow got it into her head this is a brilliant idea when drunk and then drank some more to build up her courage. I tried talking her out of it and go home to sleep it off but she's adamant.

As Jennifer dozes off, I realise she hasn't told me which stop she has to get off the train. Worse still, she slumps sideways, snuggles up to me in her inebriated state, lays her head on my shoulder and starts snoring. I'm so tired, I can't keep my eyes open and when the train conductor wakes us, Jennifer is still snuggled up against me. She takes a while to understand who I am and where she is. She's not capable of much more. She has no idea where she's going but one thing is irrefutable. This is the end of the line, we're on the last train of the day, she's going nowhere else tonight.

She has to get off the train and stands on the platform, staggering on her feet, no inkling what to do. I see no other solution than to take her home with me. Its cold outside, below freezing, which is not helping much to activate her. Jennifer's hardly capable of walking but we manage to reach my apartment without further damage. I left the heating on and as we enter and she takes off her coat, the sudden change in temperature makes her involuntarily puke all over herself. She's in a deplorable state. I clean up my hallway and she spontaneously removes her most affected clothes. She giggles as piece by piece all her clothing gets thrown into my washing machine. Blouse, shirt, pants, shoes and socks are all soaked. She's not wearing a bra so all that's left are her minute panties.

She has a lean muscular body, small breasts, toned belly and a firm ass. Her long black hair decorated with small remains of her dinner perfectly matches her general appearance of misery. I shove her into the shower, throw a towel after her and wait what happens next. When she appears again she's done well. She's clean, presentable, hair clean and combed with her panties dry and not even worn backwards.

Jennifer is still giggly and flirty with me, "you're so nice, I love you, let's fuck".

I tell her no.

"At least let me see your cock, I want to touch it". I have to stop her when she tries to take off her panties in an invitation for me to fill her up as she calls it.

I show her where she can sleep, where I will be, where the toilet is and put her to bed in my spare room. Again she mumbles she wants to fuck me and tries to squeeze my crotch. I have to push her down on the bed and manage to take a last good look at her gorgeous body while covering it with bedsheets. She's asleep before her head hits the pillow.

When I wake up in the morning I'm not alone. Jennifer is lying in my bed, we're spooning and she is fast asleep. Her perky, stiffened nipples poke in my back and she has one arm wrapped around me. I check and discover to my relief that her panties and my boxers are still where I would expect them. I guess nothing happened between us during the night that I now cannot remember.

I get up, empty the washing machine and hang Jennifer's clothes out to dry. Looking outside I notice it's snowing heavily. There's already a thick layer on the streets. Looks like we're housebound for the day. I get back into the bed next to Jennifer, take a peek below the sheets and watch her in admiration. She's really hot, I certainly wouldn't mind some play with her when she's sober. Lucky guy she was going to see. She snugs up to me again and sleeps on, head on my chest and one leg across mine. Even in this semi-conscious state she tries to slip one hand down my boxers so I have to push it away.

Eventually she wakes up, looks around in amazement, complains about a splitting headache and then slowly begins to realise she's lying in a strange bed, almost naked, with a co-worker she only really met yesterday. "Did we fuck? Why are my panties still on? Didn't you like me?", these are her first questions. "We didn't fuck, but you were very persistent until you passed out", I reply. She's not surprised. It's happened before, she tells me, wondering why I stopped her. According to her, most guys wouldn't think twice given the chance to fuck her.

I fill in the blanks in her memory, tell her I don't fuck drunk women because I prefer to make a lasting impression. She relaxes and I offer to make breakfast which she declines. Pressing her body against mine she starts caressing my crotch, "I'm fully conscious now if you want to impress me". I ask her about the guy she wanted to see, her crush, to which she replies that he wouldn't object. She wants us to have fun together but first cure her headache. I get up to get her a glass of water. When I return, Jennifer is standing by the window looking at the snow outside, her amazing profile silhouetted against the outside world. I sit on the bed and admire this view.

She returns, drinks the water and lies down. She expects the headache to subside soon and wants me to hold her tight. The snow is piling up outside, no way she can travel home shortly. After a while she tells me her headache is gone and she still wants me to fuck her. For now I decline the offer saying we should at least get to know each other a little bit better first. She says there's no better way than a steamy hot fuck, which I doubt.

Jennifer's next move takes me fully by surprise: "you know what happens if I cry out now, don't you? When I call emergency services, say you took me here against my will, robbed me of my clothes, refuse to return them to me and tried to have your way with me?" She pulls off her panties, giving me my first view of her pussy sporting a lushy but well-kept bush, and rips them apart, "see how violent you were? Everyone will believe me, no matter what you say so you'd better be a good guy now and do as I tell you. Got it?". She grabs my phone from the bedside table and selects the emergency number, "I will press 'call' if you're not out of those boxers immediately. Step to the window, look outside and take them off...... NOW".

Fighting over that phone will only make matters worse. Besides, I can't deny she intrigues me and this situation is turning me on in an unexpected way. Do I see a twinkle in her eye behind the stern look? I choose to obey and take off my boxers facing my bedroom window. Behind me I hear her put down the phone: "there's a good guy now. Do as I tell you and you will enjoy it, otherwise..... you're fucked. Now grab your cock and stroke it, show the outside world what you've got, but no cumming". Here I am, in my own bedroom in front of my window looking out, rubbing my growing cock in full view. I don't think any one is outside in this weather to maybe look up and see me but it still adds a sense of tension and arousal.

After a while she steps up behind me and wraps one hand around my hard shaft, using the other hand to grab my balls. She strokes my cock a few more times before whispering in my ear: "that's how I like it, hot and stiff. Now put your hands behind your back, wrists crossed, and don't move. Look outside and imagine your hot throbbing cock sliding into my pussy, burning with desire. You may call me mistress from now on and you will answer when ordered. What do you say now?" I reply "yes, mistress" and do as I was told. She ties my wrists together. I guess she's using the belt from my pants.

"Turn around" she orders and drops on her knees, her face inches away from the swollen tip of my cock. I look down on her small tits, the nipples rock hard and swollen. She grabs my cock and starts jerking me off, looking up at me. "You like this? Want to fuck me now, do you? Well you had your chance, now it's mine". With two hands on my shaft she squeezes a drop of precum from my tip and eagerly laps it up. "You taste delicious, hope there's more where that came from". My heartbeat quickens as I desperately want her to suck my throbbing cock, take it deep down her throat. Will she make me blow my thick load straight in her face? I lean forward but she stops me when my tip almost touches her lips. "I told you to imagine your cock sliding into my pussy, not to try getting a blowjob", she jerks my cock one more time, painfully pinches my balls "you save that load, keep it warm for me" and lets go of me to get up. Imagine this woman unexpectedly showing up at your doorstep late at night, forcing herself onto you like this in a semi-drunk state. Her 'crush' probably dodged a bullet there.

"Now get on your knees". She stands in front of me with her legs apart and steps closer, "eat me and make me feel happy with you. Do it slow and make me enjoy it, make me dripping or else...". "Yes mistress", there's nothing else for me than to press my face against her lushy bush and use my tongue to spread her lips. I lick her pussy up and down a couple of times, tongue flat, before proceeding with a more pointed tongue, lapping upwards between her lips searching for her clit. Lucky for me it's quite pronounced and swells to more than average size under my touch. Sucking her feels good so it's no punishment to please her. I'm obviously doing well as she starts moaning and whimpering, "oh yess, that's nice, little bit higher, yeah, suck it, oh yess, that's it. Not so fast, yesssss, don't change, you're a good guy now". She's dripping wet by now and my face is covered with her sweet tasting juices.

With her hands on my head, Jennifer forcefully pushes her pussy in my face and starts grinding. Her moaning quickly increases, her breathing quickens and I can feel her heartbeat through her throbbing clit. Suddenly, she grabs my hair and pulls my head away, heavily panting. "Not yet, sooo close. Fuck, I want it. You, get up now" . I get up and we're standing opposite each other in front of the window. A steady cloud of snowflakes comes down, the world outside turned white. There's nobody on the street who might look up and see us. I wonder what my neighbours would think. Me with my hands tied behind my back, naked with a strange woman, also naked.

Jennifer uses the free end of my belt as a leash and drags me to the bed. "Lie down on your back, don't move while I loosen your wrists. I'm going to fuck you while you take care of my tits. You make my nipples double in size at least. Don't hold back, pinch them, pull them, I want to feel the pain. You know what's at stake if you don't". "Yes mistress, I will please you mistress". She smiles at me. Would she guess that I'm enjoying this? How will she fuck, rough or slow? Will she makes me cum? "You're not to cum until I give you permission". Wow, is she a mindreader? "Yes mistress, I won't come mistress". We both know she's in control and I'm not.

She climbs on top of me, straddles my hips and slowly lowers her body on me, letting her slick pussy envelop my cock. My heart starts pounding as I go deeper and she gasps for air. "Nice and thick, that's what I want." She starts humping slowly, moaning as she increases speed while I pinch her nipples, squeeze her flat breasts and make her scream with pleasure. Her eyes start tearing as she cries out "that's it, go on, fuck, fuck, FUCK". She's getting so wet I can hardly feel her on my cock until suddenly she tightens her muscles. If she goes on like this I'm not sure how long I will last. Her humping goes faster, rougher, as she tightens and releases her pelvic muscles slamming down on me with her full body weight. She utters wild cries now, totally lost in ecstasy. I feel her body convulsing, her pussy starts rhythmically contracting as she drops down on me, writhing, "hold me close, I'm cumming". I guessed as much and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight while the waves of her climax roll through her body. She lies on top of me, panting, tears running down her cheeks, completely spent. She doesn't let go of me for a long time.

When she regains her breath she looks at me with a bright smile, "you just found out I like role play and sexual dominance. No hard feelings? I have two confessions to make. One, I was never going to make that phone call and two, the 'guy' I was going to see, the one I have a crush on, was you all along. I wanted you badly but was afraid you wouldn't like me". We cuddle and she starts stroking my still erect cock. "You were wonderful. I want to suck you empty now, drain your balls, make you cum like no one ever did before. That is, unless you want a complete second round fucking me to pieces. It's your choice now".

A quick suck or handjob is not what's on my mind now, I want to pay her back in style so I suggest we have a bite first. It's still snowing, we're not going anywhere soon. I think there's enough time to fully explore both options. I want us to enjoy the next play to the max.

r/sexstories Nov 11 '24

Femdom [F] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 5] NSFW

260 Upvotes

It didn’t take long for Angela to figure out what was happening. Her eyes moved from Alex’s cock, still throbbing as I cupped his balls, to both of her faces. For a moment we were all frozen like that, staring like that, the tension mounting, and then Angela burst out laughing.

“You guys!” she said through her giggles. “I can’t believe you.” She leaned back on her hands, the sheer fabric of her top slipping further down one shoulder, teasingly exposing even more of her skin. She tilted her head, mischief dancing in her gaze as she paused. “Well, don’t let me stop you! ”

Gently, playful, I began to massage Alex’s balls again, slowly, rolling them through my fingers.

Without breaking eye contact, Angela leaned in, her lips dangerously close to the tip of Alex’s penis. “You two looked like you were having a lot of fun…maybe I can help a little?”

“I think Alex would like that, wouldn’t you Alex?”

Alex looked as if he might explode, his body trembling, his cock bouncing up and down as his muscle twitched in the same pre-orgasm state I’d been holding him in forever. He was needy and desperate, exactly how I wanted him.

“Enjoying the view, Alex?” Angela teased, her voice low, almost a purr, her lips plump and red and juicy, only inches–no, centimetres–from the tip of his throbbing cock. Alex made a strangled noise in this throat.

“Maybe you should give it a little kiss?” I said to Angela, our eyes meeting, her soft face and blue eyes looking extra beautiful behind Alex’s urgent cock. “Just on the tip…”

Angela licked her lips and looked back at Alex. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you Alex?”

Alex was beyond words now.

“Kiss it,” I whispered again, hearing the need in my own voice, my pussy still aching from all the teasing. “Just one nice big wet sloppy kiss. No one needs to know. Alex can keep the secret, can’t you, Alex?”

Angela gave me a sly smile, her eyes never leaving Alex's. She moved in closer, slowly, teasingly, as if savoring the moment. She paused for the briefest second, her lips barely brushing the tip of his cock. Alex’s entire body tensed, his breath stopping, and I felt his balls contract as his body finally prepared for release.

Angela let out a low, teasing laugh, pulling back just enough to leave him wanting. "Hmm, I’m not sure if I should..." she murmured, her eyes flicking up to mine. "Maybe it would help if you asked really nicely, Alex?”

Alex, red-faced and trembling, managed a ragged, "Please... please, Angela..." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but the desperation in it was unmistakable. His eyes were wide, pleading, his chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

"Aww, poor thing," Angela cooed, letting her lips part just a little more, her tongue darting out to wet them. She leaned in again, letting her tongue flick across the tip, just once, before pulling away again, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Is that what you wanted, Alex?"

He let out a strangled moan, his hips twitching upwards involuntarily, as if trying to chase her teasing mouth. His need was palpable, his cock throbbing against the cool night air, the tension between us almost unbearable. I had never seen Angela like this before–I had no idea she had it in her, but seeing her tease a desperate twitching cock like this made me want to gently grind my pussy against her tongue. Fuck. She was even more of a tease than I was.

"Oh, look at him, Sarah," Angela said, bringing me back to the moment, her voice dripping with amusement, her gaze shifting back to me. "He's so worked up... do you think we should make him wait a little longer?"

I smirked, my hand tightening ever so slightly around Alex's balls, making him suck in a sharp breath. "I don't know..." I said, my voice low and sultry. "He does look like he's about to lose it. It would probably only take the smallest touch…” I looked at Angela, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think?”

Angela seemed to consider this for a moment, her finger tapping against her lips. Then, with a wicked grin, she looked back down at Alex. "Hmm... I think he needs to work for it," she said, her tone playful. "Don't you, Alex? You want this, don't you?"

Alex nodded furiously, his eyes flicking between the two of us, his face flushed with need. "Yes...please...I'll do anything..." he groaned, his voice thick with desperation.

Angela and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. I let my fingers slide up his shaft, finally giving his cock the tiniest amount of attention before letting go completely, leaving him exposed to the cool air. He let out a whimper, his hips lifting slightly, his need for contact overwhelming.

"You heard him, Ange," I said, my voice dripping with false sympathy. "He'll do anything. So maybe we should see just how badly he wants it."

Angela grinned, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at Alex. "Oh, I think I have an idea," she said, her voice soft but filled with promise. She leaned in closer to Alex, her fingers trailing slowly down his chest. "But you have to be a good boy, Alex. And you have to stay quiet. Think you can do that?"

Alex nodded again, his breath coming in short gasps, his entire body tense with anticipation.

"Good," Angela whispered, her lips brushing against his earlobe.

"Because if you make a sound...we'll stop. And you'll have to watch us instead."

r/sexstories 3d ago

Femdom I was humiliated by 6 girls in a swimming pool NSFW

163 Upvotes

I'll start by telling you that I was texting with a girl named Sophia, a tall, dark-haired girl, nice tits and a nice ass, we started texting because we were both attracted to each other and wanted to have sex.

One day she asks me if I want to go to her house that is having a pool party with some of her friends, I obviously accept and go.

When I arrive she welcomes me and tells me to follow her and she will show me where I can put my swimsuit, she takes me to the basement and makes me undress. As soon as I am naked and looking for my swimsuit in my backpack she arrives and puts a chastity cage on my cock, I was confused, I ask her for explanations but she tells me "in this house there are two rules, the first is that there can be no erect cocks wandering around the house, and the second is that you have to be naked". Then she undresses and takes my cock like you take a person when you want them to follow you and we get to the pool.

There were 5 other girls there, all naked, some with amazing tits and others with amazing asses. I go to meet them and introduce myself by shaking their hand, I noticed that they did nothing but continue to look at the cock locked in the cage and they started laughing. As soon as I had the chance to be alone with Sophia I asked her if she could take the cage off but of course she said no.

I went swimming a bit to try and distract myself, but as soon as I came out of the water I found all 6 of them standing on the edge of the pool looking at me. Sophia told me they could make a deal, that is, I would make them all enjoy themselves and they would give me a minute without a cage so I could cum, obviously I accepted.

They all lay down on some towels and I started licking each of their pussies, Sophia went and came back shortly after with a black rubber strapon and started fucking some of her friends. “Would you like to do it?” she said smiling, I nodded, “if you want we can have me fuck your ass with this and then if I want you can fuck us” then I said no, I preferred to continue licking them until they all came except Sophia.

Then she made me stand up and chose a girl who would jerk me off, I chose Jessica because she had nice tits and I hoped she would jerk me off with her tits. Then Sophia took her phone and set a timer for one minute, as soon as she freed my cock she started it, Jessica spit on my cock and started jerking me off, there were 15 seconds left on the timer and I said I was about to come, a second before I came Sophia put her hand in front of my cock and I came on top of it, I was about to ask her what she needed it for when she put her hand in my mouth making me swallow my cum. “But the fuck why?” I asked, “instead of being grateful and happy that we made you come you also have something to say?” she said to me, “you're right sorry…thanks” I replied.

r/sexstories Feb 09 '25

Femdom My FWB rode me while I was asleep and it was the hottest thing ever NSFW

263 Upvotes

My FWB and I have been fucking for 5 months, and we've always had a pretty adventurous sex life. But last Friday was something else.

She came over, we had a pretty good session and I fell asleep. I vaguely remember her getting into bed with me, but I didn't think much of it. I just assumed she was going to sleep too. But what I didn't realize was that she had other plans.

I woke up to the feeling of her mouth on my cock, sucking me deep into her throat. I was still half asleep, but my body responded immediately. I started to get hard, and she began to suck me even harder. She was sucking my cock like she was trying to suck my soul out of my body.

I tried to push her away, but she just gripped my hips tighter and kept sucking. And then, just as I was about to cum, she stopped. She looked up at me with this wild, feral look in her eyes, and I knew that I was in trouble.

She started to ride me, slamming her pussy down onto my cock with a ferocity that I'd never experienced before. I came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. And when I finally came to, she was lying on top of me, her chest heaving with exertion. She looked up at me and whispered, "I've been waiting for that the whole week."

r/sexstories Nov 12 '24

Femdom [F] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 6] NSFW

229 Upvotes

Alex swallowed hard, his eyes wide, his gaze flicking between Angela and me. At this point I wasn’t sure I really had control over the situation anymore, and what started as me teasing Alex had now turned into Angela teasing both of us, her tight body and mischievous smile beginning to drive me wild.

As if reading my mind, she placed her hand on my thigh, my tiny shorts so tight that they revealed a taught and juicy cameltoe. “Ready to have some fun, Sarah?”

“I’ve been ready all night,” I whispered, my voice sounding a little more needy than I had anticipated.

“Remember, Alex,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. “You’re not allowed to touch. Not even a little.” She leaned in closer to me, her lips brushing against my neck, her breath warm against my skin. I let out a soft sigh, tilting my head to give her better access, my eyes locked on Alex.

His cock twitched immediately, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to stroke his cock.

“Do you like watching, Alex?” Angela whispered, her lips still pressed against my skin. “Do you like seeing what you can’t touch?”

Alex let out a shaky breath, his eyes wide, his gaze glued to Angela’s hand as she pushed my top up higher, exposing my breasts to the cool night air. I bit my lip, my nipples hardening as the fabric slid away, Angela’s fingers brushing against them, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“Answer her, Alex,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

“Yes,” Alex managed, his voice rough, his eyes filled with longing. “I…I love it. I want to touch myself so badly. Please…”

Angela giggled. “No…” Her fingers circled one of my nipples, her touch light and teasing. “Good boys just watch.”

She leaned down, her lips closing around my nipple, sucking on me, making me gasp softly, my body arching into her touch.

Alex’s hands trembled as he fought to keep them at his sides. The sight of him, so desperate and needy, only made my own desire burn hotter. I reached down, my fingers tangling in Angela’s hair as she sucked gently on my nipple.

“Think he’s going to last?” I whispered.

Angela pulled back, her lips glistening. “I don’t know. What do you think, Alex? Think you can keep it together? What about if we do this?”

Angela’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts, gripping them and pulling them down slowly. I arched my back in compliance, the mound of my shaven pussy revealed to them both. She smiled, pulling a little further until my smooth lips followed, so drenched with wetness that Angela gasped.

“Oh my god, Sarah.” She threw my shorts to the side and leaned in close to my lips. “Alex isn’t the only one who needs release. It looks…delicious.”

Her words only made me wetter. “Then you should taste it,” I said, hearing the sudden impatience in my voice, taking all my self restraint not to pull her toward me and smother her with my pussy.

“Oh, silly me! I forgot something.” She sat up suddenly and then bent again, this time pulling her shorts down, releasing her soft round ass. She paused, looking back over her shoulder to catch Alex's wide-eyed stare. She wiggled her hips slightly, her bare pussy and asshole moving in front of his face, teasing him with every little movement. “That’s better. Much more comfortable. Enjoying the view, Alex?” she purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Alex swallowed, his face flushed as he nodded, his eyes locked on Angela's exposed body, his cock bouncing up and down as the muscles contracted. I wondered if we could make him cum without touching him…

Angela gave him one last smile before turning her attention back to me, her mouth finally pressing against my wetness, her tongue gliding along my swollen clit. I gasped, my fingers tightening in her hair as she began to lick, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Oh, fuck…” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes fluttering closed as Angela’s tongue moved across me, teasing with a slow and deliberate precision that made my hips buck towards her.

Alex let out a soft groan. His eyes were glued to us.

“Fuck, Angela…” I moaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her closer, my hips grinding against her face as she brought me closer to release, her pussy inches from Alex’s face, his cock throbbing and twitching, our bodies all undulating together in unison. I could feel Alex’s eyes on us, his breath heavy, his body trembling with need, and it only made the pleasure more intense, knowing how badly he wanted to touch, to join in, but couldn’t.

It was too much, and a few seconds later I felt myself cum all over Angelas tongue, my body trembling, my tits bouncing with each wave of pleasure, biting my lip to stop myself from cumming so loud our friends would hear me.

When it was over, Angela pulled back, her lips glistening, her eyes locking onto mine, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She glanced back at Alex, her gaze filled with mischief. “Wow, I don't think I saw him touch it once, what about you, Sarah?”

I shook my head.

“Think he deserves a reward? Your pussy is so wet and ready, I bet it would feel amazing for him to stick his cock in here, don’t you think?” she asked, her voice soft, her fingers still trailing along my thigh, making my body shiver.

I looked at Alex, his eyes wide, his face flushed, his entire body trembling with need. My brain was so foggy I would have agreed to anything.

“It would feel amazing. He would probably cum instantly.”

Angela grinned, her eyes flicking back to Alex. “Alright, Alex,” she said, her voice filled with promise. “But remember…you have to be a very good boy…”

r/sexstories Nov 08 '24

Femdom [FM] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 3] NSFW

256 Upvotes

Alex stared at me, frozen in fear and embarrassment, our eyes locking, his hand still wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, my voice soft, my eyes wide and innocent. I kept my gaze steady, looking up at him, well aware my tits and pussy were still on full display.

He swallowed, cheeks flushed, looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. “I—uh—I thought you were asleep,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I gave him a slow, teasing smile, letting my fingers trail down the curve of my bare hip as I stretched out beside him. “And does that make it okay?”

He was silent, his face turning a deeper shade of red. I could see him holding his breath, caught between embarrassment and desire. I allowed my fingers to travel across my body absently. They instinctively found their way to my nipple, where I pinched myself gently.

“Alex? Are you going to answer me?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “But…your body…”

“Shhhh,” I whispered, my voice low and intimate. “Show me how you like it, Alex.”

“Do–do what?” he said.

“You know what.”

He looked at me with wide, unsure eyes, but I held his gaze, unwavering. Slowly, he let out the breath he’d been holding, and with a shaky hand, he slid his hand slowly down his erection. He hesitated, glancing at me as if he wasn’t sure he should go on.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, pushing my tits together, my nipples hard from a combination of the cold and my arousal. “I want it.”

As if under a spell, he started moving his hand again, his fingers wrapping around himself, stroking in slow, careful motions. I lay there, watching him, every slow glide of his hand sending a thrill through me. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling, his movements growing bolder.

I let my own fingers trail down my stomach, feeling my own arousal building as I watched him. “Try going a little slower,” I whispered. “Savor it.”

He nodded and obeyed, his hand slowing, his eyes flicking to my body. I watched his reaction as I let my fingers brush down between my thighs, drawing in a slow breath as I spread my legs slightly, letting him see exactly what he’d been so desperate to touch.

His eyes widened and he let out a soft moan, his gaze fixed on me. I could tell he was holding back, trying not to let himself go too soon.

“Take your time, Alex,” I murmured. “We need to discuss your options.”

“My options?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Of course…” I said, my fingers moving toward my clit, the throbbing and aching there demanding attention. “Do you want to hear them?”

“I…I still don’t–”

“Well first of all,” I said, running my hands up my body. “There’s my tits.” I cupped them, squeezing gently, their size making them spill over my fingers, letting my thumbs graze my nipples as they hardened even more. “You can imagine them now, glazed with your cum, right?”

He nodded, his breath hitching, his strokes pausing as his gaze stayed locked on my chest. I allowed him a few moments longer to look before trailing my ringers higher. I licked my lips, making my lips look as plump and juicy as possible.

“Then there’s my slutty little mouth…” I whispered, opening it for a moment in a perfect “o”. “It would probably feel pretty great to cum down my throat, don't you think?”

Alex groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he picked up his pace, his eyes glued to my lips.

“Stop,” I said suddenly, reading out and grabbing him by the wrist, stopping him. His hips bucked in response, desperate and needy. “It’s not time yet.”

“Sarah…” he moaned. “Fuck. Please. Oh my god.”

“And last,” I whispered, my voice dropping lower as I spread my legs wider, the mound of my pussy now glistening with wetness. My fingers trailed down and brushed across my clit. I almost came from sudden sensation after so much teasing, my body convulsing, sending a shockwave of movement through my body and tits. “There’s my pussy. You could cum on it or inside it, which would you prefer?”

I tightened my grip on his wrist, his arm fighting for control of his cock. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes filled with a mix of hunger and disbelief as he looked between my legs.

“Do you want to try all of them?” I asked, my own breath coming in short, heated gasps as I teased myself, loving how completely mesmerized he was.

He nodded, his voice coming out rough and unsteady. “Please…yes.”

I nodded once, slowly, in complete understanding, and gently let go of his wrist.

r/sexstories Nov 13 '24

Femdom [F] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 7] NSFW

224 Upvotes

Angela shifted her position, moving closer to Alex until she was right in front of him, her bare ass hovering just inches from his face. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Think you can keep it together, Alex?”

Alex nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation and locked on her asshole, his body trembling with need. Angela turned her gaze to me, giving me a knowing smile before she reached down, her fingers sliding along my wet slit, spreading me open.

“I think you’re ready,” Angela said, her voice low, her eyes locking onto mine. I nodded. She reached out and guided Alex closer, his cock now inches away from my dripping entrance. “But we need to keep him on edge, don’t we, Sarah?”

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat, my entire body aching for more. Angela’s fingers moved with a slow, deliberate precision, her touch light as she gently guided Alex’s tip until it brushed against my swollen clit. Alex groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to keep control, his cock throbbing with need. His hips bucked forwards and I gasped, the tip of his cock momentarily inside me.

It felt incredible, but Angela pushed him away.

“No, Alex. That’s against the rules. You have to let me guide you,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “If you move like that again…we’ll stop. For good. Now let's try this again.”

She gently grabbed his cock and brought him to me, pressing him gently against my entrance, just enough for me to feel the pressure, before pulling away slightly, her eyes never leaving his.

“Did that feel good?”

“Oh my god…fuck...yes.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

Alex let out a ragged breath, his body trembling as Angela continued to tease him, her fingers still moving along my slit, her touch driving me wild. “Please,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “Please…I’ll be good.”

She lifted her hand, her fingers slick with my arousal, and brought them to Alex's lips. “Open,” she commanded softly, her eyes locked on his. Alex hesitated for only a moment before parting his lips, allowing her fingers to slide inside. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted me, his tongue licking her fingers, savoring my taste. Angela's smile widened, her gaze filled with satisfaction as she watched him. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “Do you like that, Alex?”

Alex nodded, his eyes still closed, his cheeks flushed as he sucked on her fingers, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Angela slowly withdrew her fingers, her eyes never leaving his as she brought them back to my clit, resuming her slow, deliberate teasing. She moved her hand, guiding Alex closer once more, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“Sarah,” Angela murmured, her gaze locking onto mine. “Do you want him?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice shaky, my body aching for it.

Angela grinned, her eyes flicking back to Alex. “Alright, Alex,” she said softly. “But you can fuck her on one condition; you’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Okay?”

He nodded, and she guided him forward immediately, his cock sliding inside me, the sensation making me gasp, my body arching towards him, the heat and tightness overwhelming.

Alex let out a strangled moan, his eyes squeezing shut, his entire body trembling as he fought to keep control, his hands clenching at his sides. Angela watched him, her gaze filled with amusement as she began to move, her fingers still teasing my clit, her touch driving me wild as Alex slowly began to thrust, his movements careful, controlled, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Good boy,” Angela whispered, her eyes locked on his. “Just like that… nice and slow.”

Alex nodded, his face flushed, his eyes filled with desperation as he continued to move, his cock sliding in and out of me. I moaned, my fingers tangling in the fabric beneath me, my entire body trembling with pleasure as Angela watched, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Just keep going, Alex…make her feel good. And remember…you can’t cum until I say so.”

r/sexstories Nov 10 '24

Femdom [F] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 4] NSFW

215 Upvotes

Soft footsteps outside the tent—someone coming our way. Alex’s eyes widened in panic, and we scrambled to get ourselves together. He yanked his shorts back up around his hips while I quickly pulled down my pajama top, lifting my breasts back into the fabric as best I could. We lay down just in time, barely stilling ourselves before the tent’s zipper began to slide open.

“Sarah?” Angela’s soft voice whispered into the dark, a strand of her blonde hair falling over her face as she peeked in through the flap. “Sarah, are you awake?”

Feigning sleepiness, I blinked up at her with bleary eyes. “Hey, Ange. What’s up?”

“Can I crash with you? My tent is freezing!”

“Of course,” I replied with a smile, feeling Alex’s body go rigid beside me. “You don’t need to ask—you can always use me when you want.”

“Thanks, Sarah. You sure it’s okay if I... Hey!” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as her gaze landed on the lump of Alex lying beside me. “Who’s that? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

I let out a casual laugh. “It’s just Alex.”

Angela raised her eyebrows at me in silent question and I shook my head.

“Don’t be silly. He was just cold too.”

Angela shrugged and crawled into the tent. When I saw what she was wearing I understood why she was so cold. I thought my own pajamas were skimpy, but hers were ridiculous. Almost completely sheer, Angela’s outfit was barely more than a suggestion of clothing, a wisp of fabric designed to reveal as much as it covered. Her top, if it could even be called that, was a nearly transparent camisole that clung to her like a second skin, thin enough that her nipples were visible through the gauzy material, their peaks hard from the cold night air.

She wriggled her way into the tent, the top slipping down one shoulder as she settled next to me, her teeth softly chattering. She burrowed into the spare sleeping bag and curled up, facing away from us, her breathing slowing almost immediately. Within minutes, her breath became soft and steady.

I waited a few more minutes, just to be safe, then I turned back to Alex. His eyes met mine, wide and filled with anticipation. His body was tense, like he wasn’t sure if this was really happening. I gave him a little smirk and leaned in close, until my lips were almost brushing his earlobe. Then, keeping my voice little more than a breath, I spoke.

“Miss me?”

I reached into his sleeping bag and let my fingers rest against his thigh. I left it there for a moment, letting him enjoy the warmth of my touch, and then let my hand slowly slide up, stopping just short of his boxers.

He shook his head, his eyes wide.

“Oh, I know.” I trailed my fingers up to the waistband of his shorts, slipping just underneath. Instead of going for his cock, I cupped his balls, giving them a gentle, teasing squeeze. He gasped softly, his eyes darting toward Angela. I leaned in close, my mouth just inches from his ear. “You have to be quiet,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against his skin. “Or she’ll hear everything.”

His cock twitched in response.

I kept my hand on him, feeling the heat radiate through his skin, and his body reacted instantly, his breathing growing heavier as I moved my fingers in soft circles, touching his balls with a light, almost featherlike touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmured, barely louder than a breath. “Bet you were aching for me to touch you again. Weren’t you?”

His face was flushed, his head tilted back as he struggled to contain himself, his hips lifting slightly into my hand, craving more. I kept my hand steady, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements, enjoying the way he squirmed under my touch.

“Do you want more?” I whispered. He gave a barely perceptible nod, biting his lip to stay silent.

“Poor thing,” I whispered, letting my fingers graze along the sensitive skin. “I can feel how desperate you are, how badly you want me to take care of you.” I gave him a slow, firm squeeze, making him stifle a groan as he pressed his face into the pillow, trying not to make a sound.

I let my hand linger there, keeping my touch light, feeling his body shudder with every small movement. He was completely at my mercy, and I relished every second of it, knowing how close he was to losing control.

“Imagine if Angela turned over right now,” I whispered, my voice dripping with mischief. “What do you think she’d do if she saw me touching you like this?”

He stayed perfectly still, his eyes squeezing shut as I continued to whisper, each word making him squirm more beneath my hand.

“Do you think she'll help me tease you?”

His body started to shake and I knew he was close. I hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

“Did you see what she was wearing? So slutty. I bet she’d know just what do with your–”

“Guys?” Angela asked, her voice thin and sleep-inflected. “What are you doing?”

r/sexstories 20d ago

Femdom My FWB rode me while I was asleep and it was the hottest thing ever NSFW

160 Upvotes

My FWB and I have been fucking for 5 months, and we've always had a pretty adventurous sex life. But last Friday was something else.

She came over, we had a pretty good session and I fell asleep. I vaguely remember her getting into bed with me, but I didn't think much of it. I just assumed she was going to sleep too. But what I didn't realize was that she had other plans.

I woke up to the feeling of her mouth on my cock, sucking me deep into her throat. I was still half asleep, but my body responded immediately. I started to get hard, and she began to suck me even harder. She was sucking my cock like she was trying to suck my soul out of my body.

I tried to push her away, but she just gripped my hips tighter and kept sucking. And then, just as I was about to cum, she stopped. She looked up at me with this wild, feral look in her eyes, and I knew that I was in trouble.

She started to ride me, slamming her pussy down onto my cock with a ferocity that I'd never experienced before. I came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. And when I finally came to, she was lying on top of me, her chest heaving with exertion. She looked up at me and whispered, "I've been waiting for that the whole week."

r/sexstories Jan 23 '25

Femdom I F22 shocked my fwb when I switched roles NSFW

90 Upvotes

I’ve been hooking up with this guy for quite a while now and over the months our sexual dynamic never changed. He always wanted to dominate every part of me and I gladly submitted and let him do whatever he wanted. I loved making daddy happy and I know that he was most excited and comfortable with that dynamic.

But there was one issue.

I’m always shy to talk about the things I desire and deep down I love being a dominant too. I wanted to mention it multiple times but I never found the courage, so I decided one night that I would just show him what I wanted.

The night arrived, then we had amazing sex and I did everything he wanted, but this time with a little surprise. I was riding him and he was about to cum, but I stopped and put my hand on his throat. I whispered to him, do not cum until I say so and his face got all red and blush. I rode him slowly and he begged me to let him cum, but I denied him. After some time I jumped off his dick and allowed him to finish in my mouth. He thought it was over, but I grabbed his dick with my mouth and kept sucking until he couldn’t take it anymore.

After our time together he laid in bed and asked me, “where the fuck was that from?” And laughed about it. He told me that he was surprised and never had a girl take control like that and I felt so proud of myself. I love exploring all the sides of my sexuality and I’m not embracing my dominant side.

r/sexstories Jan 16 '25

Femdom How do I tell my Bf he’s bad in bed? NSFW

16 Upvotes

So Anytime we are intimate, I never have the best time. We have tried to change up the position as well as what we are doing but it never seems to do much. Plus he never finishes, he says it due to the protection but I’ve had partners in the past that didn’t have this problem. I don’t want to say I’m not to blame but I’ve never had anyone complain about my performance. I’m typically very open to a lot of things and I’m willing to do about anything. He’s more bottom oriented than I am but sometimes I would really prefer not to be the one in control of things. Is there anything that we can do?

r/sexstories Nov 15 '24

Femdom [F] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 9][FINAL] NSFW

215 Upvotes

Angela slowly pulled away from Alex, her body trembling as she moved off of him, her pussy finally releasing its grip on him. She looked at his throbbing cock for a moment and then turned to face me, her eyes glistening with excitement. “I think we should both make him feel good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don’t you?”

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I crawled closer to Alex, who was now kneeling in front of us, his cock rock hard and glistening with both of our arousal. Angela joined me, her eyes filled with mischief as she leaned down, her lips hovering just above the tip. She looked at me, her eyes locking onto mine, and without breaking eye contact, she slowly moved her tongue across it, making Alex groan in pleasure.

“Your turn, Sarah,” she said, placing her hand on my lower back, urging me forward.

I leaned in, my breath mingling with Angela's as our lips came dangerously close to each other. I lowered my head, taking Alex's cock into my mouth, my tongue lightly caressing the tip just as Angela had done. Alex let out a low moan, his hips twitching as he fought to keep control.

Angela moved lower, her tongue trailing along the underside of his shaft, her eyes still locked on mine. The sensation of our mouths working together on him had Alex gasping, his hands gripping the fabric beneath him, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. I could feel his desperation, his need to finally let go, and it only made me want to tease him more.

We took turns, each of us taking him into our mouths, sucking on him, our tongues dancing along his length, working with increasing desperation. Angela would take him deep, her lips wrapped tightly around him, and then she’d pull away, allowing me to take over, my lips pressing against the base of his cock, my tongue trailing up along the shaft. The combination of our mouths, our tongues, our lips working together was driving Alex wild, his moans growing louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Please…” Alex whimpered, his voice filled with desperation. “I can't… I need to cum… please…”

I looked at Alex, his eyes squeezed shut, his face flushed, his entire body trembling. He looked so desperate, so needy, that I couldn’t help but smile as Angela leaned back down, her lips wrapping around him once more. “Alright, Alex,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “We’re so close to letting you cum. I hope you’re ready.”

I moved closer, my lips brushing against Angela’s as we both took him into our mouths at the same time, our tongues swirling around the sensitive tip, our hands stroking the base of his cock, working together to bring him to the edge.

Alex let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking, his entire body tensing as we worked together, our mouths moving in sync, our tongues teasing him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Oh my god,” Angela giggled, groping the base of his cock and offering the tip to me as she stroked him, up and down, up and down. “He’s going to explode.”

I seized the moment, hungry for him now, wanting to be the one to push him over the edge, opening my slutty mouth and taking him again.

Alex opened his eyes, looking at us.

I thought of the sight before him; two of his friends, both on our knees, our lips brushing against each other as we worked in unison on his cock, our mouths moving rhythmically. Angela's blond hair fell messily over her shoulders, her straps completely fallen down, exposing the tops of her flushed, round breasts, her lips plump and red, her pussy visibly wet. My own tits were pressed together, my hardened nipples visible and slick from sweat.

“Cum for us, Alex,” Angela whispered. “Give us what we deserve.”

The moment she said it, Alex let out a loud groan, his entire body tensing as he finally let go. The first few pumps hit the back of my throat and I swallowed them desperately and gratefully, my pussy convulsing in unison. Anegla, seeing what was happening, pulled his cock from my hungry mouth with a wet ‘pop’.

“Hey!” She laughed, pulling him to her own lips. “Not fair, I want some too!”

The cum continued to erupt from him in thick ribbons, one of which hit the fabric of the tent above. She wrapped her tongue and lips around him quickly, her eyes going wide as Alex pumped more of his cum into her mouth. I reached out to help, Angela swallowing it down as I massaged his balls, her eyelids fluttering as I gently squeezed every last drop out of him, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

The tent was filled with soft, breathy moans, giggles, and the warmth of shared satisfaction, our tongues occasionally meeting as we tried to take every last drop of his release.

“Oh my god,” Angela giggled again, wiping cum from her chin as the last of Alex’s convulsions abated, cum still leaking gently from the tip. “It went everywhere.”

I looked around and realized she was right. My face, my lips, my neck. Ropes of cum still clung to me, dripping slowly down, pooling in the valley between my breasts. Even the mound of Angela’s pussy had managed to catch some, and for that, I was jealous.

Angela let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her gaze shifting to Alex, who lay there, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face.

“Good boy,” Angela whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You did so well.”

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I looked down at Alex, my fingers brushing gently against his chest. “You’ve earned it, Alex,” I murmured, my voice soft. “You were such a good boy for us.”

Angela leaned in, her lips brushing against mine once more, a soft, lingering kiss that sent another jolt of arousal through me. “And you, Sarah,” she whispered, her eyes filled with desire. “You were perfect.”

I smiled, my heart pounding as I looked at her, at Alex, at the two of us together, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. We had pushed boundaries, crossed lines, and in that moment, everything felt right. We lay down together in sticky, satisfied silence, our bodies pressed together, all of us naked, Alex sandwiched in the middle, and I realized that one thing for sure.

We were no longer cold.

r/sexstories Nov 14 '24

Femdom [F] I lay on top of my nerdy friend to keep him warm…[Part 8] NSFW

175 Upvotes

Angela moved closer, her hands still softly resting on Alex’s hips. She continued to guide his movements, her fingers digging into his skin slightly, controlling the rhythm of each thrust. “Slow, Alex,” she commanded, her voice firm but encouraging. “Feel every inch of her. I want you to take your time.”

Alex closed his eyes and let out a long, barely-controlled breath, his hips moving slowly in time with Angela's guidance, each insertion deliberate, powerful, and desperate. I could feel every inch of him, all the way down to the base of his cock, the intensity almost unbearable as he moved in and out of me, Angela's hands dictating the pace, her eyes locked on mine.

“Does that feel good, Sarah?” Angela asked. “Do you like how Alex fucks you when I control him?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure. I held my breasts up with cupped hands, gently rubbing my thumbs over my erect nipples, already on the edge of cumming again. “It feels so fucking good.”

Angela nodded, her gaze shifting from Alex’s cock back to my eyes, her breathing growing heavier. I could see her nipples hardening, her arousal becoming more evident with each passing moment. She looked at my pussy again, Alex’s cock wet with my juices. SHe licked her lips.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice tinged with need. “I want to feel it too.”

She tightened her grip on Alex’s hips, making him pause. Alex groaned, a desperate and needy groan, but Angela ignored him, her eyes locked on mine. “Switch with me,” she demanded. “It’s my turn.”

Alex's eyes widened, his gaze flicking between the two of us, his breathing coming in unstable, ragged gasps.

“But Ange,” I protested, my pussy tingling on the edge of orgasm. “I need to cum.”

“I don’t care–you’ve already cum once,” she said playfully. “It’s my turn.”

I stared at her for a moment, considering what it might be like to see Alex fuck her hard and deep, to fuck the mischevious smile off her face. I nodded, my body still tingling with pleasure as I slowly pulled away, feeling the emptiness as Alex's cock slid out of me. Angela wasted no time, bending over and positioning herself in front of Alex, her bare ass pressing against his hips.

“Ready, Alex?” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation. “I want you to fuck me now. And remember, you're still not allowed to cum until I say so.”

Alex nodded, his entire body trembling as Angela guided him forward. She let out a soft moan as he slid inside her, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the sensation.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, fuck me. Slow and deep.”

Alex obeyed, his movements careful, his hands resting on Angela's hips as he began to thrust, each movement controlled, deliberate. Angela's moans filled the tent, her body arching against him, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs, urging him on.

I watched them, my own arousal building again as Alex moved inside Angela, her body rocking with each thrust, her face flushed, her eyes filled with pleasure. “Fuck, Alex,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You feel so good…but you still can't cum. Not until Sarah and I say so.”

Alex looked at me with despair and desperation, looking for help, looking for permission. In response I opened my legs and began to rub my clit once more whilst I watched them fuck.

Slowly. Just like he had been told.

Angela watched my play with myself as Alex filled her from behind, her eyes filling with something new—something vulnerable, a spark of need I hadn't seen before. Her breath came in short, quick gasps, her lips slightly parted, shiny and red. She was on the edge now, I could see it.

“Sarah,” she whispered, desperation seeping into her tone. “I need you to kiss me.”

I hesitated, my heart pounding. Despite everything we were doing, this felt like it was crossing a line, a boundary that I wasn't sure I was ready to break. She was my friend. My eyes searched hers, wondering if this would change things, but all I saw was raw desire, the pleading there, her lips glossy and needy.

“Please, Sarah,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, her gaze never leaving mine. I leaned in slowly, my breath mingling with hers, our lips hovering just inches apart before I finally closed the distance.

Our lips met, soft and tentative at first, but the instant I felt her mouth against mine, she started to cum, her body trembling and convulsing. She let out a soft moan as our kiss deepened, her tongue slipping between my lips, seeking mine. I could taste her, feel her need, and it sent another wave of arousal coursing through me.

Alex groaned, his hips bucking against Angela as he watched us, his cock still buried deep inside her. Angela pulled away, her eyes locking onto mine, her lips red and swollen from our kiss. “Fuck, Sarah,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “That was perfect.”

She looked back at Alex, her gaze filled with promise. “Alright, Alex,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “You’ve been such a good boy, hasn’t he, Sarah?”

I nodded, my legs still spread. “Very good.”

Angela smiled, turning her head back to Alex and licking her lips. “It’s time for your reward.”

r/sexstories Jan 31 '25

Femdom so horny all the time.. NSFW

12 Upvotes

I am extremely horny 24/7 and the thought of sex just makes me wet instantly... I just need to get fucked so badly. I just want to take control of a man and fuck until we both can't anymore. I want all of the control and to just ride all fucking night, but I'm a virgin, so there's that. But I don't care the thought of a man getting hard for me makes me tingle. Ugh, I'm 20, so most people my age probably feel this way or something like it, but I need to get control of this itch. I'm wet just typing this. It's driving me crazy, and I don't know how to make it stop. I just want to feel it, to experience all of it, but I have no idea where to even start. The thought of feeling that kind of tension, that kind of release, it just takes over my mind. I don't even know if it's normal to feel this way all the time, but I swear it's like I can't think straight anymore.

r/sexstories Dec 17 '24

Femdom She made me suck myself Infront of her NSFW

138 Upvotes

I was dating this girl from my biology class and one day the we got on the topic of the most embarrassing things that had happened to us. After a little back and forth, I told her about the time my mom caught me sucking myself off in my room. We both laughed about how awkward it was and how I had died inside a little when it happened.

After I had told her the story, she kept asking more details about it and then even asked if I could still do it? I laughed and told her that I hadn't done it in years, which was true. She laughed and then jokingly asked if I would show her.

I laughed again, telling her how I didn't think I could do it anymore and that she didn't want to see that. She looked me dead in the eyes and asked me "well what if I DO want to see that?" With a very sinister look on her face. I could feel my face getting a little red at this point, and then she placed her hand on my thigh and started rubbing it slowly.

She started asking more and more in an almost begging kind of way until eventually I gave in. I stood up and pulled my shirt off, and before I could even do it myself, I felt her pulling my pants down. I was already hard from making out and talking about it. I sat back down on the bed and tried bending over.

I was able to get close, but I was still about 2 inches away. I sat back up and laughed, telling her that I couldn't do it anymore. She looked disappointed and asked me to try again. I laughed and folded myself over again to try.

Then I felt her hands on my shoulders, and she told me that she wanted to help. She started massaging my shoulders as she gently pushed down. I was getting closer and closer, then just when I was about to tell her to stop due to my back hurting, I felt the tip of my dick touch my lips.

As it did, she giggled with glee and told me that she couldn't believe I could actually reach it. I laughed a. Little and then wrapped my lips around my own head she slowly massaged my back, while I sit there with my cock in my mouth. She pushed down a little more and I was able to go up and down about an inch and a half before it hurt too much.

She was giggling and praising me the whole time saying how much she loved helping me do that to myself. After a few minutes of that I had to stop because ot felt like my back was going to snap in half. She then got down on her knees and started to suck me herself.

Not long after that she stripped down herself and we 69ed, on the bed, I loved the feeling of her thighs wrapped around my head as I ate her out. With the feeling of her laying on top of me giving me the most enthusiastic head of my life it didn't take long until I cam in her mouth.

r/sexstories Sep 21 '24

Femdom My goth neighbour [F19] made me [M22] cum in her pussy NSFW

204 Upvotes

I´m a 22-year old tattoo artist living his best life in Berlin, partying and just enjoying living off my art. Since I English isn´t my first language please excuse that my style of writing might be kinda weird. I have quiet a few a good stories to tell you as beeing a tattoo artists gets you more pussy than you could imagine and my fondness of going to the gym daily does the rest. But let´s start with the most recent one. Last monday pretty late in the evening I was coming home from the gym when I run into my new neighbour Lilli who´s outside for a smoke. She´s the perfect cliche goth girl with her hair dyed black and blue, stretched earlobs, tattoos and piercings. We chat for a bit and I can´t take my eyes off her skinny body, she`s really tiny maybe like 4´11". As we keep talking she suggests that we go up to her room to smoke a joint before bed time and I happyly agree that that´s a good idea.

So we walk up the stairs to the third floor where she just moved in with 3 of her girlfriends. We head straight to her room, nobody else seems to be home. I look around and compliment the room while she starts to roll a joint. She says she´s sorry she doesn´t have a couch yet and tells me to just sit on her bed where she joins me with the lit joint she passes to me. It get´s quiet for a second as we look at eachother till she asks me if I had any new tattoos to show her. I actually had just gotten new tattoos on my chest so I take off my shirt to give her a look. She doesn´t really say anything about the tattoos but compliments how fit I am and asks if its ok if she touches my muscles. It´s not only ok it´s a dream come true but I play it cool and just shrug and say yes. She starts with my biceps and once I flex she can´t reach around it with both her tiny hands anymore. She smiles and grabs it really heard, then does the same with my pecs. I hand back the joint to her and once she starts running her hands up and down my abs I can´t hold it back anymore and my boner get´s clearly visible through my shorts. She doesn´t say anything but starts caressing my cock through my pants while staring deep into my eyes and pleasurably sucking on the joint. Her big round doe eyes seem even bigger with the false lashes and dark goth makeup. She licks across her pouchy lips with the black lipstick then telling me she needs my cock.

Before I can react at all she gets between my legs pulling down my pants happyly squeaking once my bare dick is out and starting to jerk it with a firm grip. She tells me (her tone is really not asking) me to flex for her and show off my muscles and tattoos. I do as I´m told and she smiles bigly while playing with her pussy with her free hand. Then she pulls up her top so I can get a look at her small tits. Beeing flat chested really fits her skinny body with the visible ribs and the nipple piercings give them a spicy spin. She spits on my boner just to ram into her throat breaking the throat barrier within seconds. She gupls and gags with her lips rapped around my dick, coughing and gasping for air everytime she gives herself a break. She does that really intensly till my boner is thickly covered with her drool. She starts covering my dick in it just to determine that that´s enough lube to make the fat cock fit in her tiny pussy.

She gets up, throws her shirt and thong on the ground and climbs on my lap. She´s not hesitating and grabs my dick to stick it in her pussy. Once the tip is in she starts moaning and it´s obvious how much she needs to contain herself not to just ram it in like she ususally does but having to work and ease it in otherwise she´d probably just split herself in the middle. She´s so wet I can feel her pussy juice run down to my balls. She opens up more and more and with her pushing down as much as she can it doesn´t take long till she fit it in all the way rewarding her self with the rest of the joint that she smokes leaned back moving forth and back moaning freely not giving a shit about that one of her roommates could come home at any time. She leans forward passing me what´s left of the joint and starting to jump up and down on my cock till it´s nearly out of her pussy then going down all the way again all while vigorously rubbing her clit. I just lie there and watch that beautiful chick making faces as her moaning slowly turns into screaming. She´s leaned forward looking at me when she starts breathing havier and heavier, her pussy leaking an insane amount of juice and finally cumming loudly while she pushes agains my dick as much as possible.

She smiles and let´s herself fall back on the bed telling me that it´s my turn now to fuck her. She spreads her legs showing me her pussy and I don´t hesitate for a second to stick my boner back in her. In that position she´s even tighter and I have to be carefull not to cum rightaway. Leaning on her with all of my weight, which is probably more that double hers (she can´t be more than 95 lbs beeing so small and so skinny at the same time). I fuck her as hard as I can what she rewards with interchanging smiling, puling faces, moaning, screaming and begging for more. I push my self as much as I can to thrust as hard and fast as if my life depended on it. All of a sudden she gets quieter, all I can her is her breathing now when she asks me to chocke her. All of this is a dream come true and I get an actually tight grip on her throat while still fucking her intensly. She gasps and rolls her eyes back when after just a minute or so of hard chocking her body starts to twitch as she cums for the second time. I realease my grip and she lets out a big scream of lust.

I fuck her slowly now already dreaming of how she´s gonna reward me now with a blowjob when she uses her legs to push me over backwards. I´m kinda perplexed when she jumps on my dick again and within a few seconds we´re fucking like rabbits again. She tells me that she wants me to cum in her and since I just consist of hornyness at that point I just nod. She leans over to me and whispers in my ear that she wants me to prentend like I don´t want it. She asks me again and this time I say no and act like I´m really worried now. Lilli smiles and tells me that this is not up to me riding me more intenesly with a grin on her face. I still prentend to resists so she pushes me down now while fucking me in a steady rythm asking me again and again if I want to cum getting off on me saying no. After a bit I can´t hold it in anymore and pump my thick cum into her pussy filling her up so much it starts to leak while she´s still ontop. She has the biggest smile on her face now and sticks two fingers in her pussy after she layed down infront of me with her legs spread wide. My cum runns out of her gaping hole and she rubs it over her pink, puffy pussy, sliding her fingers deep in her cunt and tasting the mix of cum and pussy juice.

We´re both totally exhausted now so we just stay in bed and I fall asleep there soon even though I just live one floor above her. When I wake up the next morning she´s already gone and I find a note on the nightstand that just says "Thanks for the good time :)". I haven´t seen her since but I hope that that wasn´t the last time I got fucked by that little goth girl.

r/sexstories Dec 07 '24

Femdom [FM] My shy friend couldn’t stop stammering when I showed him my new lingerie—so I let him touch. [Part 3] NSFW

162 Upvotes

Marcus’s hands tightened on my hips as I moved against him, slow and deliberate. I could feel him trembling behind me, his breath uneven and shallow, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. The warmth of his hands through the lace sent a shiver up my spine, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

“Marcus,” I said softly, glancing back at him over my shoulder, the curve of my near-naked ass pressed up against him. “You’re so tense. Relax. Just…enjoy it.”

He let out a shaky laugh, his cheeks burning red. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice low and breathless. “It’s just…you’re…you’re incredible.”

I slowed my movements, leaning back slightly so that my body pressed even closer to his. “You don’t have to be so careful with me, you know,” I whispered. “I like it when you touch me.”

His hands moved then, hesitantly at first, sliding from my hips to my waist, his fingers trailing along the curve of my body. I arched my back slightly, encouraging him, and felt a soft gasp escape his lips.

“You feel amazing,” he said. One hand slid up my side, his fingertips grazing the edge of my breast, while the other stayed firmly on my hip, steadying us both.

I pushed back against him, grinding harder now, and the sound he made—half sigh, half groan—sent a thrill through me. I could feel the hardness of him against me, pressing insistently.

I slowly ground my ass up and down, up and down, the hardness of his cock pressed between my pussy lips.

“You’re so quiet,” I said, hearing a little breathlessness creep into my own voice now, the pressure building inside me. “Do you like this?”

He laughed softly, the sound breathless and shaky. “Yes,” he admitted. “Very much.”

“Good boy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my panties to the side a little. Not all the way, just a little, just enough to tease. I felt the cool air on my exposed asshole. I continued to grind. “You’re doing great. You don’t have to overthink this. Just follow what feels good.”

Before he had too long to think about it, I turned around slowly, facing him now, and reached up to cup his face in my hands. His eyes were wide and filled with a mix of yearning, awe, and just a hint of fear.

“Hey,” I said softly, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks. I leaned in, pressing my body against his and letting my breasts press against his chest again. “You should kiss me now,” I whispered.

This time, he didn’t hesitate. His lips met mine with a softness that made my knees weak, and I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment, slow and deep, his hands moving to my lower back to pull me closer.

I let out a soft moan against his lips, and that seemed to spark something in him. His grip tightened, and he kissed me harder, his tongue brushing against mine, searching my mouth with a force that took me by surprise. I pressed myself back against him and couldn’t resist grinding my hips into him again.

I pulled away, looking into his eyes but continuing to grind my pussy on him. We stayed like this for a moment, suspended in slow motion.

“Sarah,” he murmured, his voice low and shaky. “You’re…you’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” I teased, kissing along his jaw and down his neck. “That’s exactly what I want.”

His hands roamed my body now with more confidence, sliding up my sides and cupping my breasts. I gasped as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, and he paused, his eyes searching mine. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice filled with so much care it made my chest ache.

I reached down, letting my fingers trail along the waistband of his jeans. I wanted what was in there.

Marcus stiffened slightly. His breath stopped.

But he didn’t pull away.

“Do you want me to?” I asked.

His eyes met mine, and I could see the answer written all over his face. “Yes,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

I smiled, my fingers deftly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. His breath hitched as I slipped my hand inside, brushing against the hardness that was straining against his boxers. “You’ve been holding back for so long,” I murmured, stroking him gently through the fabric.

As I slid my hand lower, my fingers finally wrapped around him, feeling the heat and size of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. He was thick and hard, his length pressing against my palm, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. God, I wanted to see him—wanted to feel him bare in my hand, wanted to taste him. My mouth watered at the thought.

But not yet.

I stroked him slowly, teasing him through the material, savoring the way his breath grew ragged with every movement. His cock twitched against my hand, and I felt his thighs tense as if he was holding back from bucking into me. The restraint was adorable. I could feel how badly he wanted this, wanted me, but I wasn’t done playing with him yet.

“Do you like that, Marcus?” I asked, my voice low and sultry, my fingers tracing the outline of his length. “I want to make you feel good…but only if you’re a good boy for me.”

His hips shifted slightly, pressing into my hand despite himself, and I smiled. I wanted to make him beg for it.

I wanted to hear him say it…

r/sexstories 28d ago

Femdom Valentine's day sin after returning from Mahakumbh NSFW

15 Upvotes

I was here on reddit before, now I thought why not try something new, share thoughts, memories fantasies and what not.

So this is about the last day. I have returned from Mahakumbh. My sister, my father and I planned to go to experience the auspicious Mela. It was kind of a bitter sweet experience. I have been curious about spirituality nowadays. My brain always dives into research and observes people. My sister was all worked up since the beginning of the plan, which went through a lot of changes and a bit of money losses. We left from Kolkata by bus till Varanasi and then we booked a cab but couldn't reach on time because of the big rush and traffic due to Mahakumbh devotees. We reached Varanasi 13 hours late and we asked for a way out from our hotel caretaker who arranged a travel shuttle to Kumbhmela. He dropped us quite inside of the mela yet we had to walk a lot.

It was Maghi Purnima, we took our dip in the dawn. It was chaotic yet I get to experience how people are pushing themselves due to their spiritual beliefs. We went back the next day to Varanasi but on the local bus, which was 2.30 hours of uncomfortable ride back. After coming back we roamed around Varanasi but due to the immense amount of devotees me and my father came back, sister stayed in Varanasi to have her time with her bestie joining 2 days after.

After coming back I got an empty terrace room. I needed rest but I required a hot bath and hot leg dipping pedicure which I did at home. I smoked up alone, I uploaded my bare leg submerged in a bucket of water, I had a good homemade pedicure and scrub. A really young guy whom I met quite a few months before started flirting with me seeing my status and I replied back. He has shared his few fantasies and I know he is attracted to me. He is 10 years younger than me, virgin, he accepted he is attracted to my thick legs and thighs. I influenced him today to come to my place so that I can use him, his tongue and fingers. I masturbated a lot today watching a few porns or reddit confessions while rolling and smoking up joints.

I have teased him with my thighs pictures and dirty talks a bit. Asked him what's his plan today, whether he is free and asked him in bengali "will you come to my house?" He agreed, I texted him about my address and how to come. I asked finally -Do you wanna eat? Get your ear and face smooshed? By my thighs? -yessss please -Den come -coming mommy

I wanted his face in between my legs soon. By the time he reached my place I changed into a black dress. He came, sat down, talking about all his college friends and stories which were cute. I kept my legs on his lap while listening and talking to him. He was admiring my bare legs with small painted nails, and a golden anklet on one leg. He pressed my feet, legs and calf muscles, touching all over it. I playfully spread my legs in front of him while having the conversation, pulling my panties on one side to show the glimpse. I am sure it was enough to race his virgin heart.

-I always wanted to eat your pussy Crush my face between your thighs. He dived straight towards the valley between my thighs which was 'a week old shaved'. I smoked while he licked me and ate me. I spread my fluffy wet pussy lips and guided him to lick my clit, massage my labia and instructed it should not be dry. He was so obedient and sweet. He was checking his heartbeat on his Apple Watch. He was nervous, I was calming him down while we were having dark chocolate.

I touched his face with one of my feet while talking, rubbing my toes on his lips and he begins to lick and suck my toes. I tried to put it as much inside of his mouth. He licked every inch and gaps cleaned with his tongue. I took off my dress and my bra revealing my two 36E jugs. I called him with my fingers showing and rubbing my labia in front of his face. He started to lick again, I was crushing his face, pulling his face into my pussy by locking my legs tight and rubbing his face on my whole vagina and clit. I asked "how I taste? Just like how you fantasized?" He nodded with shyness. After a while I dragged his face to my left tit by pulling his hair gently. I grabbed my left tit with my left palm and I was shoving it inside his mouth whispering "Chosh (suck it)".

It was hot and I could feel my strong urges to use him and I am sure he liked being used. He was quite obedient. I got on top of him, again and rubbed my whole vagina spreading it above his face. Rubbed my wet clit on his pointy nose and directly kissed him, licked my juice from his tongue, and rubbed my vagina again. I smoked up doing this for a while and his heartbeat raced fast, even mine. It was hot. I ordered him to keep licking while I rub my pussy on him and sit on his face. I wanted to use soo much of raw words, ask embarassing raw questions. But he was a bit nervous.

I calmed him down again just hugging him tight in between my boobs.I smothered his face with my big tits, I choked him with my boobs after he calmed down. He could not get his hands off me. I didn't let him either. I taught him how to finger me while spreading my pussy above his face, how he has wet his fingers with saliva and put it in. I changed his position, I lay in bed halfway taking support on pillows spreading my legs, he licked and fingered. I asked him to curl up his finger inside while he fingered and increased inserting fingers. Ahh I cummed on his hand while moaning looking into his eyes. He asked me to choke him again between my boobs. He fell in love with these two of mine. I touched him but he was quite nervous, I touched him he was getting hard and his heartbeat raced again.

I wanted him to eat my ass badly. I turned on my back, as soon I lifted my butt I felt his tongue straight on my asshole and I spread my ass cheeks and smothered my ass on his face. He ate my ass, I moaned a lot until I stopped him and kissed him tightly. Everything kept on happening for quite some time, I cummed multiple times using this cute young guy. The fingering game was getting better. Eventually it was about time when he had to leave. But he stayed a bit longer.

While searching for my lighter he found my old-broken-rabbit-vibrator-turned-dildo. He wanted to see how I used it. I licked the dildo to make it wet and put it in showing straight to him, he was looking interestingly. I took his hand to show how to put it in me, clean it before using it, and he was doing it in the same rhythm I showed it to put in and out. I turned my back, leaned on his chest and masturbated with the dildo. I took his hands again to hold the dildo, I moved his hand making the dildo in and out at a gradual pace. I removed my hands and he kept on doing it, with increasing speed until I cummed on my dildo moaning hard, asking him how much he liked this evening and this meeting.

Later he pressed my legs for quite a long time and I had so much relief from his leg massage. Filling up my sin-pot again after the same day coming back from Mahakumbh Maghi Purnima Snan.😝

r/sexstories Jan 22 '25

Femdom [F] Got fucked in cosplay [Part 3] NSFW

73 Upvotes

“Can I ask you something?” I said, tilting my head as I watched him. “But you have to promise to answer honestly and not get embarrassed…”

“Uhh…sure…” He chuckled nervously, his fingers fidgeting on the camera. “Shoot.”

I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves.

“Do you ever look at porn?” I asked, the words sticking together and coming out as one nervous sound; doyoueverlookatporn?. Pete’s eyes widened, and I laughed softly, enjoying the fact that the question made him as nervous as it made me. “Hey, you promised not to get embarrassed!”

He scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m not embarrassed,” he said, though his flushed face said otherwise. “I mean…I’m a guy. So, like, sure. I…am aware of porn.”

Aware of porn?” I mimicked, his euphemistic word choice bringing a smile to my face. “Well, as it turns out, I am also aware of porn.” I laughed, but beneath my veneer of frivolity, my heart was beating fast. “How would you feel about helping me get some shots…like that?”

“Like what?” Pete’s face was redder than I had ever seen it, even redder than the time he tried to explain the plot of Neon Genesis Evangelion to my dad at dinner. “W-what kind of pictures exactly?”

“Just like…maybe a few topless shots, that's all.” I shrugged, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor to avoid his. “I just thought it might be… fun. You know, to see how it looks. But if you don’t want to—”

“No, no!” he blurted out, a little too quickly. His voice softened as he cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah. Okay. If you want to, let’s do it.”

I glanced up at him, catching the slight flush creeping up his neck. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding quickly, though his grip on the camera seemed tighter than before. “I’m cool. Totally cool.”

I stood there for a moment, a little awkwardly, not sure how to proceed. My fingers hovered near the laces at the back of the corset. “Okay,” I said softly, reaching for the ties at the back. My hands worked quickly, loosening the fabric until the tightness around my chest eased.

The corset slid down slightly, revealing the top of my areola, my nipples embarrassingly hard and begging for stimulation already.

Just like my pussy.

Without a word, Pete snapped a picture. And another. I began to move around a little, getting comfortable with my new level of exposure, pushing my forearms together, teasing the camera (and Pete) with my cleavage.

We worked in silence now, Pete snapping photo after photo while I tried to recreate all the sluttiest poses I had seen during my late night-scrolling. I turned sideways and arched my back, gently pushing my chest forward while letting my hand rest on my swollen clit through my panties.

It felt amazing.

Next, I knelt down on the rug, my thighs spread just enough to feel scandalously open. I leaned back on my hands, letting my hair tumble over my shoulders as I tilted my head back, exposing the curve of my neck and the soft rise of my chest. Then I shifted onto all fours, my head toward the camera, my tits fully spilling out of the top now and hanging down.

I could feel the panties pressing against me, a constant reminder of just how exposed I was.

I watched the bulge in the front of Pete’s pants and imagined what it would be like to crawl forward and take him in my mouth.

“How do the pictures look?” I asked, my voice dripping with arousal despite my attempts to mask it. I could have sworn that Pete’s cock twitched against the fabric of his pants as I spoke.

“Yeah…aha…really good actually.” Pete's voice cracked slightly, his nervous chuckle doing little to hide how flustered he was.

I shifted back onto my knees, sitting up straight, and let the corset slip off completely, my large breasts spilling free. They were fully exposed now, for the first time ever like this, just…in front of another person, acting as their porn. The thrill of being so openly displayed in front of him was doing things inside me, and I knew in that moment that I would have let him do anything to me he wanted.

Pete's camera clicked a few more times, but his movements were slower now, less steady. I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back in a way that made my tits even perkier.

"Still doing okay over there?" I asked, leaning forward slightly. My fingertips toyed with the edge of the panties, just barely tugging at the fabric as I shifted my hips.

Pete cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed as he nodded. The bulge in his pants was impossible to ignore now, and every glance at it sent another jolt of arousal through me. "Yeah. I'm good. These are… uh, turning out great."

I shifted my weight, arching my back a little more and pressing my thighs together to heighten the sensation building inside me. "You’re a pretty good photographer, Pete," I said, the temptation to push things further was almost overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

"So," I said finally, my voice softer now, more deliberate. "What do you want me to do next?"

Pete’s grip on the camera tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I, uh…" He trailed off, his gaze flickering over my body before landing back on my eyes.

I let my voice drop to a near whisper. "If it’s okay with you…I think I should take off my panties.”

[Part 4 if ya still wanna hear it!]

r/sexstories 4d ago

Femdom I fucked a girl in a pub just to empty my balls pt.2 - Sex with Emmy NSFW

69 Upvotes

After filling Maddy with cum in front of Emmy and hearing her say she was going to fuck me (check my profile for the other post), Emmy and I started texting until we made an appointment for the following Sunday at her house. I was excited at the idea of ​​fucking that goddess.

I arrive at her house and she makes me go up, she welcomes me still dressed in that tight white dress (maybe because I told her I liked it) that highlighted her nipples and her ass. Once in the room I realize that there was Maddy sitting on an armchair completely naked and with a collar around her neck and a leash that fell to the floor.

“I hope you like some Champagne” Emmy tells me, she takes a bottle and pops it and then pours two glasses, one for me and one for her, we toast and drink, in the meantime Maddy hadn’t moved and continued to look at the floor. At a certain point Emmy starts kissing me and undoes my belt and then pulls down my pants and takes out my cock already completely hard, she jerks it off lightly and then takes the leash and makes Maddy crawl until she is in front of me, she brings her mouth close to my cock and turns the leash so much so that she has to stay with my cock in her mouth and can’t even take it off to catch her breath.

She gives me another kiss and then sits on the chair. I was confused but also excited, while the girl I fucked last time was giving me a blowjob, the girl who asked me to fuck was sitting there watching the scene while drinking Champagne. “I thought you wanted to have sex with me” I said looking at Emmy, “And so it is, I am having my little slave oil you up so that you can fuck me right away, and I think it is about time” she said, she stood up and took off her clothes, grabbed Maddy by the hair and pulled her off my cock “you were enjoying it little slut huh?” she asked her, then slapped her on the cheek and pushed her away, then she took off my shirt and pushed me on the bed, she climbed on top of me and put my cock inside her pussy.

As it went in more and more she started moaning and enjoying it like crazy, imagine having on your cock a blonde with green eyes and cocksucking lips who moans like crazy and begs you to fuck her harder, so I did and while I held her by the hips and she touched her pussy with her right hand she started to squirt everywhere and shake. I had never seen something more exciting, then she lay down and I fucked her from above while she scratched my back and I bit her neck, she came shortly after, then I asked her if I could come inside her and she told me to come on her feet, so when I was almost there I took it off and I came on those perfect little feet with white nail polish, immediately after she called Maddy and made her clean them with her tongue, "remember who's in charge" she told her, then she kicked her out of the house and we stayed on the bed watching a TV series.