The Arrival

[Ba****]

I’ve heard the doorbell, but I am in no rush to answer it. Okay, that isn’t true. I desperately want to run to you… but I won’t. I can’t. I need you to feel the delicious pull of frustration.

I finish my drink, check my makeup and spritz my wrists and neck with perfume. Only then do I walk towards the door. Calm and collected. I enjoy the feeling of the lace lingerie as it moves against my soft skin with each step. The click of my heels on the cold stone tiles. I reach the door, place my palm against it and take a breath before opening it…

Suddenly, you’re in front of me. You tower over me, you invade my senses. I want you, I crave you. I fight the urge to drop to my knees for you.

“You took your time,” I smirk as I turn and walk into the lounge, not looking back at you. You’re caught off guard. For this brief moment, i savour being in charge. I know it won’t last long.

We sit and I innocently make small talk. I can see your breathing is as heavy as my own, your pulse is clearly beating harder… you want me as much as I crave you. I lick my lips and you catch me watching your mouth. We both feel the power shift onto its proper axis.

You wordlessly summon me to you. This time I don’t hesitate. Before I can blink, your fist is wrapped in my hair and your mouth has found mine. The heat and passion is pure *** lust. I need you inside me, fucking me, claiming me…

I free myself from your kiss. I want to savour every moment with you. I sink to my knees before you, dragging my nails down your chest as I go. You hold my gaze as my nails continue over your stomach. I trace lines down the tops of your thighs and up your inner leg. I drop my eyes to your lap and slowly, deliberately trace one finger around the outline of your bulge. I nuzzle my face into your crotch, awaiting your instructions. My every action clearly telling you that you are in charge, but only while I allow you to be.

Your left hand moves to your belt buckle and you let out a sigh of relief as you undo it and the pressure eases from your hard cock. I subconsciously lick my lips hungrily. It doesn’t matter how many times we find ourselves here, I will never get used to how magnificent you are. I place my hands on the waistband of your boxers and wait for permission to ***l them down, my eyes big and pleading. You you stroke my face then smile and nod your head once. It’s a small movement, easily missed, but that’s all I need.

I allow my tongue to gently flick across the tip of your cock and I’m rewarded when I hear your breath catch in your throat. With a featherlight touch, I run my tongue down your shaft and back up, before stopping and waiting for instruction once again. Wordlessly, you signal for me to open my mouth before returning your hand to my hair and pulling me down onto you. You shudder out a breath as my lips wrap around you and willingly slide all the way down your length until you meet resistance at the back of my throat. You hold me there for a moment, before pulling my head slowly away, then back down… we begin a constant, steady rhythm.

“Fuck, there’s my good girl” you say with a guttural growl. “Now make me proud and keep going. Just like that” I moan with pleasure around your cock, your words send vibrations through my body straight to my already wet pussy. Next time i feel you against the back of my throat, I pause long enough to relax and then swallow, opening my throat for you. Your reaction did not disappoint. Your whole body tensed with sudden unexpected pleasure as your last few inches vanish into my warm, willing mouth.

“If you want to act like a little whore, I’ll be happy to treat you like one” you say the words with an affectionate smile while pulling me completely off your cock. The predatory glint is back in your eyes. A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as I try to move forward to take you into my mouth once again. You lean forwards and your hand moves to my throat, stopping me before I can wrap my lips back around you.

“Stand up.” I do as I’m told, not that I have much choice. Your hand is squeezing my throat expertly, forcing me to my feet. Your hands quickly move to my hips and you pull me forward. It’s so quick, I lose my balance. But you’ve anticipated that and guide me until I’m straddling you, my head resting on your shoulder.

You lick down my neck as you move one hand between us and roughly pull my thong to one side. You guide my hand to your hard cock and wrap my fingers around your shaft.

“You know what to do my little slut.”

You release my hand, trusting I will do what you want and move your focus to my nipples. They’re just visible through the lace lingerie. You flick your thumbs over them and smile as I gasp. But you aren’t satisfied with that so you do it again, this time a bit harder. This time, I whimper loudly. For a moment, I am lost to the sensation but a sharp smack to my ass brings me back to reality and I lift myself up slightly, giving me the space to align your cock with my opening. I lower myself slowly, only allowing the tip inside me. I stay like this for a while, enjoying the sensation, before teasingly bouncing up and down. I only ever let an inch or two inside me. You are clearly displeased and trap my right nipple in your mouth. You bite down just hard enough to make me wince before dragging your teeth away.

“Behave” you growl, “or I will simply take what I want from you.” I nearly cum from those words alone. But I don’t, not yet. Instead, I quickly lower myself down until you are finally deep inside me. You fill me completely. I’m stretched almost ***fully wide.

I drop my head to your shoulder and kiss and nip your neck as I start to ride you, my hands gripping your arms as my hips gyrate. You move one hand to my hip, forcing me to maintain the rhythm you want, while your other one drags hard down my back. I cry out into the nape of your neck and you don’t miss the chance to spit in my open mouth before kissing me again. The kiss is raw and feral and makes my pussy muscles contract around your cock. You hiss appreciatively and bite down on my lower lip.

“It’s okay if you want to cum, my little whore.” Your mouth doesn’t leave mine so the words come out muffled. “You only have to beg.”

“I…don’t…beg.” I try to sound in control, but it comes out as a breathy whisper laced with desire and we both know there’s no conviction in my voice. You own my soul, it’s only a matter of time before I beg you.

“We’ll see about that.” There’s amusement in your eyes as the hand on my hip moves between us and starts massaging my clit, the other returns to rubbing and pulling on my nipples. I bite my lip as a cry of pure pleasure escapes me. I’m desperately fighting to hold back the orgasm threatening to break free, but it’s building fast and I won’t last long.

My mouth finds yours again, my hands desperately exploring your body, trying to somehow take you deeper inside me. I push back into you harder and more urgently, my body vibrating with need.

“I’m going to cum!” The words escape as a desperate, ***ed gasp.

“Not without fucking begging,” you reply and ***fully pull me off your lap. The sudden emptiness is shocking. I cry out in frustration. You stand up and push me over the back of the sofa, your hand rubs over my soaking pussy and you let out an approving moan.

“You’d better not cum until you have begged me.” You warn as you slam back into me. You can get deeper from this angle and I cry out in a delicious agony as the tip of your cock grazes my cervix and stars flood my vision. Your thrusts are punishing and feral but that doesn’t stop me rolling my hips to meet each one.

You wrap one hand into my hair again, forcing my head back and my spine to arch. I’ve been reduced to a mindless fucktoy, gasping and panting beneath you, desperate to please you. Your free hand slaps my ass hard and I moan.

That’s it so you know I won’t hold out much longer. You bite down hard on my neck until I scream in a mixture of *** and pleasure.

“I need to cum, please let me cum!” I beg. Your movements slow immediately and you release my neck from your mouth.

“No.” You begin and I think I’m going to cry. “That isn’t how you address me little slut. So now you can only orgasm when I’m ready to fill you with my cum.” And with that, you push my head down into the back of the sofa and pull my arms behind my back. Then you bend over me and reach round between my legs, your fingers finding my clit and teasing it, never stopping thrusting into me. My body is shaking with the need for release. You hook your fingers inside my mouth and turn my head to you.

“Stick out your tongue.” I obey immediately, willing to do anything for release. You dribble your spit slowly onto my outstretched tongue.

“You can beg now, my little whore.” You whisper softly in my ear, so quiet I almost don’t hear you. “Beg for me to let you milk the cum from my cock.”

“Please Sir,” the words escape me as a ***d sob. “Please let me cum. I need to cum. I beg you, please let me orgasm around you and milk every drop from your hard, throbbing cock!”

You turn my head and kiss me. It’s full of desire and passion. “Yes baby. Cum for me.” Your words release me. My body shakes as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. My pussy clamps onto your cock, pulsing and squeezing as you continue your frenzied ***.

Your arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closely into you and you call my name as your own orgasm finally hits. I feel your cum flooding me as you begin to fuck me slower and slower until you eventually just collapse on top of me.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, but I do know that it’s too soon when you roll off me and slide onto the sofa, pulling me into your arms. You gently stroke my hair out of my face and kiss my forehead, your fingers softly tracing the fresh bite marks across my neck and shoulders.

You rest your head next to mine and whisper, “you did amazingly, my clever girl. I am so proud of you.”

[SandM_Couple]

Amazing story!

[bu****]

Fantastic writing and content, many thanks for sharing a wonderful creative story 🙂