Have you ever had fiery make-up sex, where there was a mix of anger and passion, where the passion and longing for one another was undeniable, but neither one wanted to relinquish control nor the earlier offense perceived by the other one? Well, that is what sex was like with David.
David and I met at a house party. When he entered the house, he quickly introduced himself and his beautiful wife to everyone present. Upon approaching my husband and I, David smiled and reached for my hand, gently guiding my hand to his lips saying, "Who is this beautiful woman?" As my husband introduced us to him, David placed a single kiss on the back of my hand. Instantly, I was taken with his smile and gentlemen-like manners.
There were about six couple there, each screening the others for their possible play partner for the evening. After some polite conversation and getting to know everyone there, I decided to go outside for a cigarette. Within seconds, I had company. David was apparently watching me from afar and had followed me outside. Again, with his gentle manners, he quickly lit my cigarette. Making conversation with me, David asked the usual lifestyle questions, "How long have you and your husband been in the lifestyle? What types of experiences have you had? What are you looking for?"
Answering each one of his questions with caution and listening to David divulge his answers to the same questions, I quickly found him not only to have great manners, but to be very charming as well.
The two of us ascended back into the house to find that some of the couples had made their way off to some of the bedrooms on the second floor. David poured us both another glass of wine and we continued our conversation that had started outside. I sat in a chair in the living room and David sat on the floor in front of me. Never seeming too presumptuous that it was going to go any further than where we were at, David placed his hand on my knee or touched my forearm as if I was a very familiar friend during our conversation. I found myself fascinated with his strong yet happy laid back personality. In the midst of our conversation, he would interject compliments about my appearance: how he loved my legs or the shape of my mouth as I spoke.
At one point, he revealed his yearning to kiss me and asked for permission. Granting it to him, he gently cradled my chin with the tip of his fingers guiding my face closer to his. He began kissing all around the outside of my lips. On his passing of my lower lip, he gently bit it. The feeling of his bite caused waves of delight.
David smiled and looked into my eyes saying, "I bet your one hot bitch."
Shocked and somehow seeming challenged by his words, I leaned forward firmly pressing my lips against his. Instead of kissing him I spoke against his mouth, "Would you like to find out"?
David firmly grabbed both my arms and pulled me in. "Lets go up stairs," he said.
We both grabbed our glasses of wine and ventured for an unoccupied room. Finding one at the end of the hall, I put my glass of wine on the dresser. He put his down and pulled me to him with a fiery passion. We kissed so hard that I knew the next day my lips would be pleasantly bruised. He spun me around and pressed his body firmly against mine. From behind, he cupped both my breasts in his hands while kissing the back of my neck. David had found my weak spot. My breath quickly became harsh and fast as he firmly manipulated my nipples through my blouse. Between each kiss, I could feel the warmth of his breath against the nape of my neck, as he whispered one challenging question after another, such as, "You like my hands on your tits, don't you?" He rummaged his hands though the buttons on my blouse and under my bra. With his finger and thumb, he grabbed both nipples, applied firm pressure, and pulled. Arching my back and thrusting my breast forward to follow his pull, I moaned from the pleasurable pain.
He quickly released one nipple, grabbed my hip, and pulled my ass into him, causing me to feel the hardness of his cock through the clothes that still draped our bodies. Releasing the other nipple from his pleasant torture, David cupped a hand over one of my breasts once again. Using it to leverage himself, he pressed his cock against my backside.
I could feel David's body sliding its way downward as he crouched in a kneeling position behind me. He pulled my skirt up around my hips revealing the cheeks of my ass. The thought of him admiring my backside as his finger traced the edges of my thong ignited my perverse desire of exhibitionism. Heated thoughts of lust, unbridled passion, physical and soulful desires began playing across my mind. As I turned to face him, he grabbed both my thighs with a solid grip, quickly repositioning me he said," I did not tell you to turn around. You move when I say move."
What? Who did he think he was? This once well-mannered man seemed to also possess the attributes of a control freak. I have never been one to relinquish control that easily. I did not feel as though he wanted to hurt me in anyway, just wanting to control me. I could not believe I was allowing him to get away with this. Part of me wanted to slap him and the other part wanted more. The anticipation of being controlled without any harm done has always been one of my greatest aphrodisiacs. But, never having relinquished such control before (and not really knowing how to), I quickly turned in protest.
David stood up and powerfully removed my blouse and bra, causing me to become vulnerable as the nakedness of my breast was exposed. Firmly grabbing my arms, he pulled me close to him. With his cheek against mine he said, "If you want me to stop I will, but I don't think you do. Do you?" Before I could stop the word "no" from exiting my lips, David had reached behind my back and unzippered my skirt.
Then, he pushed me gently away from him, leaving me standing before him with only a thong that was dripping wet with anxious anticipation, David began undressing in front of me. He asked me once again if I wanted him to stop. I could not answer him out of the fear of admitting that I could actually desire such a thing. David smiled, promising that if at anytime he did anything that made me feel uncomfortable, all I needed to do was tell him and he'd stop; that his intentions were nothing less than to bring me pleasure. Immediately my mind ran with visions of him bringing me to a point of submission, where I would have to concede and acknowledge that he had teased me enough to cause me to beg him to relieve the pleasurable ache that would pulsate between my legs. He sensed my apprehension mixed with my longing anticipation. With what seemed to be a loving gesture, he guided me to the bed and sat me on the edge. He continued to unfold his manliness before me. As he unbuckled his belt, I could see his hardened cock straining against his jeans. Without a word, I let him know that I was up for the challenge by reaching for his zipper.
"You want that cock, don't you, baby? You want to feel it buried deep in your hot pussy!" No one had ever talked me like this before, but I think I liked it. Never wanting to lose at any challenge presented to me, I spoke for the first time with a tone of arrogance in my voice returning the challenge, "If you think you can make me beg for it, you're sadly mistaken." David smiled and a new glimmer emerged within his eyes. Knowing I would not be an easy conquest seemed to appeal to him.
I helped him finish taking his pants off. Once they were off, I slid off the bed onto the floor in front of him. I took his hard cock in my hand and admired every ripple, curve, and bend. He kept easing his body forward, in hopes that I would take his cock into my mouth. Wanting to bring him to the same place of entreatment and submission that he was trying to command from me, I denied him such immediate gratification. I took his cock and began to roll it slowly across my face, feeling his shaft pulsating against my skin. I knew he was experiencing the same excitation as I was from doing it.
