So, here I am, on my knees on my bedroom floor, naked except for a pair of thigh-high black socks and one of those underbust corsets you can put in the washing machine. Like most women in this position, I'm sucking my partner's dick to get him to maximum hardness. Unlike most women in this position, I'm having some trouble. You see, my partner--fiancé--Connor has an honest-to-god 8-inch erection that is too thick to fit inside a toilet paper roll.
He is a very big boy indeed.
I love Connor's cock. It's perfectly straight, has a thick ridge along the bottom, and a well-defined head. It's the kind of cock they make molds of for dildos. In days past, a cock like this could have had its own cult. Then, there's all of the abstract things associated with a big cock; the sense of power, virility, confidence. True, I can barely fit it in my mouth, but worshiping it like a good little subby girl is an absolute delight. Also, he's a grower, so before it's at full size, I can give it a good suckling.
"Ride me." Connor commands, signaling that he's at full size.
He reclines on our bed and I get on top of him. I part my labia with my fingers and begin sliding my wet pussy all up and down that monster. There are few feelings so wonderful as a hard cock on your clit. I put my hands on his chest and hump his erection for all I'm worth. Connor takes the opportunity to massage my C-cup tits.
My first orgasm hits and and I rise up, arching my back and rubbing my clit against him in fast little strokes. I'm a good sub before my first orgasm. After it, I'm a filthy sub who will do anything she's told.
"On your back." Connor says and I lay down on his chest while he flips me over.
Connor gets up on his knees while I play with my boobs. He rubs his cock head against my clit until we're both pretty close to coming. Then he just towers over me, jacking off. He gazes down lustfully at me while I massage one breast and dig two fingers into my pussy.
"You're so fucking hot." He says. "You look like a sex goddess playing with yourself like that."
It's not dirty talk that's winning any awards, but I love hearing it.
His face screws up and he announces his orgasm. His cum splatters all over my chest and that sends me over the edge. Tonight, Connor is feeling extra randy, so he gets off the bed, hauls my legs off the side and spreads them wide. Connor pushes my knees up to my shoulders and starts eating me out. People think of giving oral sex as a sub thing, but Connor makes me feel dominated the entire time. It only takes a couple minutes for me to get orgasm number three.
He stands, grabs me by the hips and flips me over. From our nightstand, he grabs a bottle of lube and pours it down my ass crack. I spread my legs a little and get up on tip-toes as he slides his cock between my ass cheeks, more or less vertically, mind. Connor's hips are sawing up and down like his life depends on it.
This position feels nice to me, especially as his cock returns to full size between my clappers, but it wouldn't get me off. The best thing about it is how it makes me feel like, yes, my ass really is that sexy. It takes a while, but Connor comes a second time spurting jizz on my back.
He kneels behind me and holds my legs for a second, giving my tush some little kisses. Then, he grabs the wet wipes and starts cleaning me up before our respective trips to the bathroom and a nice long cuddle before sleep.
This is a more or less standard encounter for me and Connor. You may have noticed that he never penetrated me. Well, that's because his cock is too big. Remember, I'm a tiny, widdle girl who has a thing for men big enough to pick her up and throw her around like a doll.
I can take some pain. If he's feeling especially dominant, he'll drag me off the bed by my hair. So hot! However, that cock is a different story. In the eight years we've been together, I've only taken his cock about a dozen times. It was never pleasant. We did a whole thing trying to train my pussy and it didn't work.
We still have sex (see above), but it's not "typical" sex. Early on, I considered ending it because of the sex. I missed feeling filled up and I was sure he missed filling a woman up. Obviously, I didn't because he's just too good to let go. We have almost identical tastes in music and movies. Our attachment styles compliment each other. Plus, we absolutely slay at Renn Faires.
The big one, though, was about a year into our relationship when my dad died. For the first couple of weeks, I was getting a lot of love and support from my friends, but that dried up by the end of the first month. Not Connor's. He cooked for me, cleaned my apartment twice a week, spent every minute he could with me. The man nearly lost his job because he was spending so much time with me.
You don't let that kind of love go just because your sex life is unconventional.
After a while, we started really getting into the unconventional sex, too. Watching each other masturbate was our first step in embracing our non-penetrative style. It had the side benefit of motivating us both to work out more. That led us into teasing each other. Once we'd moved in together, I start wearing the tiniest skirts in the morning and just full on lingerie in the evening. Connor bought a bunch of grey bikini briefs to walk around in.
Then, we went to this black tie fundraising dinner that his parents were hosting and I wore a dress so backless that I had to tape it to my boobs to keep from flashing people.
So, fundraiser organization is practically a full-time job for Connor's parents. City, state, and national politicians; cancer, renewable energy, all kinds of different shelters; they do everything. They arrange venues, catering, entertainment, publicity, invites, do research, create presentations, and vet the organizations that are getting the money.
Connor's dad was a tax accountant for a couple decades, so he knows everyone with serious money. Connor's mom was a researcher for a law firm and loves party planning. They are technically retired, now, but it always seems like they're working on at least two fundraisers at any given time. Connor grew up with these being regular events, so he's a master at working the crowd.
Anyway, we were at this fundraiser and I was in this dress that was practically glued to my chest so I didn't have a nip slip. I was kind of on my own and people kept coming up to me and starting conversations to politely figure out what the hell I was doing here. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Connor. It was a picture of me taken from behind, an angle which gave serious sideboob.
As I was looking at this picture of me, another message came through. It was a video of Connor jerking himself off. He was clearly in the bathroom and blew his wad all over that public toilet. Thus was born our new favorite activity: sending each other "porn selfies", as we called them. They have ranged from relatively vanilla things we've shot at home, to more daring and naughty things like masturbating in public toilets, changing rooms, workplaces. One time, Connor sent me a full 90-second video of him walking down a public street with his dick out.
Then, Covid hit. I was put on indefinite sabbatical (I'm a graphic designer for an ad agency) and Connor started working from home (he's an editor for a news website). One night, I got this crazy idea to start an OnlyFans and Connor was into it.
"You wouldn't be jealous," I asked. "Other guys jerking off to my pictures?"
"Hell, no." He said. "It's my bed you're in. Plus, it's like 'yeah, all of you want her, but I have her'."
I kept it up for a year and a half. In my best month, I made just under a thousand dollars. It started with nude photos (taken by Connor), then stripping videos, and then videos where I fucked myself with a toy. Most of the money came from guys asking for masturbation videos with specific dirty talk. Most of it was subby stuff that included their name.
From the beginning, I got requests for an actual sex video, but I knew they'd want something "traditional". Connor and I gave penetration one last try and reminded ourselves that it was a bad idea. He got like two inches in me before I tapped out and I had to ice my cooch for the rest of the day. I didn't think anyone would want to see his massive hog on the outside of me.
What killed it was mostly me going back to work full-time. There were also like six guys that kept requesting me to do masturbation videos where I dirty talked about Donald Trump. That gave me too much ick to cope with.
Okay, so it was 2023 and I had deleted my OnlyFans and gone back to being a normal girl. I was at work and Connor sent me a video of him attempting to defile a cherry pie. (Yes, like in the movie. We had gotten weird during lockdown.) It was a comic masterpiece, but the image was in my head. There, it bumped into my old fears that Connor missed filling a woman up and also bumped into all those OnlyFans requests for a real sex video.
That night, I let the intrusive thoughts out.
"Hey," I said as we were looking for a movie to watch during dinner. "How do you feel about my stint as an OnlyFans girl?"
"I told you," he said. "It was hot. It was like dating a porn star."
"What if we had met after I had started my OnlyFans?"
"Oh, we're having that conversation."
"Which conversation?"
"The one about possessiveness." He said. "Are you wanting to get back on OnlyFans?"
"No," I said flatly. "It was way too much work for too little money and too many weird guys."
