It’s late, and the house is quiet except for the sound of the shower running. You turn the water off, and I can hear you rummaging around the bathroom as I wait for you to come to bed. You start talking to me through the bathroom door, and while this is not unusual, what you say to me is. “Be naked and standing at the foot of the bed by the time I come out.” I hesitate, then get out of bed, getting there just as the door open and you step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel.
You stand in front of me, taking my hands in yours and holding them at my sides as you kiss me long and deep. I try to pull my hands away from yours, wanting to wrap my arms around you, but you grip them even tighter as your kisses become more urgent, almost fierce. You release one of my hands, reaching up behind me and wrapping your fingers tightly in my hair; using it to tilt my head back and hold it there. Your mouth moves to my neck; kissing, biting, sucking the tender flesh. My whole body stiffens with excitement and I start to whimper, though I remember to keep my free hand by my side because I know that you want.
You release my hair, grabbing my breast and squeezing it with your strong hand, as you lower your face to my nipple. You suck my nipple hard into your mouth, scraping your teeth against it, making my whimpers turn to louder moans of pleasure and arousal. As your other hand drops mine to join the first, I suddenly become aware of the extreme dampness between my thighs. You ravage my breasts, my pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second until it feels like my juices are running down my thighs. I desperately want you to shove your hand between my thighs and touch my snatch, but I am aware that you have your own agenda, so I say nothing while inside I am screaming.
Standing up, you once again take a hold of my hands and move me in front of the stool. You bend me over the stool, moving to stand in front of me, placing me about eye level with your already hard cock. Using one hand for balance while gripping your cock with the other, I eagerly take you inside the warm wetness of my mouth. Your cock glistens as I worship it with my tongue, moving up and down your shaft, then swirling my tongue around the head of your dick, tickling the very tip. I wrap my lips around you as you use your hips to slide in and out of my mouth.
Sucking your cock, especially having you feed it to me, drives me to the point I feel like I’m going to cum if you just barely touch my pussy. Your hand glides over my back and ass, squeezing, caressing. Your hands find their way to my creamy ass, then they slide down further as you push my legs apart with one hand while grabbing my pussy with the other, becoming covered with my wetness, which I know drives you even harder. You rub between my thighs, spreading my juices from the tip of my pussy to the crack in my ass. I reach back, trying to grab your hand and grind it against my cunt, but you are determined to dictate what happens, and when. You pull my hand off of yours, pushing it away.
An instant later, as I reach forward to wrap my hand around your balls, the palm of your hand smacks my ass cheek once, hard enough to sting, as “punishment” for grabbing your hand. I jump slightly, though not enough to release my mouth’s hold on your rock-hard cock; the instant of pain quickly turning to warm pleasure. I keep quiet, not wanting to let you know how much that turned me on, but the fresh out-pouring of juices from my pussy gives me away. You tell me to stop interfering and to just accept that you are in charge. Then you tell me that if I try to resist, you will tie my wrists and ankles to the bottoms of the legs of the stool to make sure I behave. I nod slightly in understanding, wondering what you would consider “resisting”. The idea of being bent over the stool, helpless, spread-wide and exposed sounds terribly erotic.
I return my hand to your cock, and start to lightly run my fingers from its base to its very tip (giving my jaws a rest). I cup your balls in my hand, gently rolling them in my palm, marveling at the softness of the skin on your cock, tracing patterns with my fingers, occasionally flicking the tip of my tongue against the head. You are once again kneading my ass and inner thighs with your strong hands, steadily pushing my legs apart as you do so, spreading me open, exposing me completely.
You reach over and behind me, and begin rubbing something long and hard between my legs. As you tease the opening of my dripping cunt with the tip of it, I realize that it is one of my toys. You continue to tease me, moving just an inch or two of it into my waiting snatch, making me moan with longing. I try to arch up to get you to push the toy deeper into me; my pussy needs to be fucked so badly, but you quickly pull your hand back so my efforts are for naught. “Nice try” you tell me in gently scolding tone, “I want you to make me cum twice; first in your mouth, then in your ass. I’m going to feed you my dick, and if you suck it really good, I just might give you a reward.”
Still cupping your balls in my hand, I place my open lips around the head of your cock, moistening it with my tongue before taking the length into my mouth. I suck your dick slowly, taking it so far into my mouth that I can feel the head touching the back of my throat. I glance up at you and for a moment watch you as you watch your cock sliding in and out of my eager mouth. I start moving a little faster as I hear your words of encouragement and pleasure, your voice low and husky.
