My Night With My Dream Partner

This is my first submission here. Apologies if it's perhaps not as good as some. It was written in one hit, without breaks or pauses for thought. True 'stream on consciousness' it's a tale of what I imagine to be a good night out with my 'perfect' partner. An honorable mention must be made to a very special lady, who inspired me to write this.

We're out for the night, you're dressed to kill in your sweet and innocent outfit, you're subtly giving little flashes of yourself to other guys. As the night progresses you get more and more daring. You're starting to flirt blatantly with other guys. I'm getting jealous, but also very turned on. You get talking to a couple of guys who catch your eye and you introduce me as your 'friend'. By now I've seen that wicked glint in your eye and I know you're in for a good time, and I'm in for a bad one - which excites me even more.

The four of us go on to a club. As we go in, I go to the bar to get the drinks, you come up with me. You tell me you like these guys, and you're going to go back to their place given half the chance. You tell me as that as soon as you give me the nod I'm to make my excuses and leave, but not until.

As you're talking to me, you're very discreetly feeling my cock through my trousers; you can feel how hard I am. You tell me I'm a filthy pervert for getting so excited at the thought of my girl going off with other guys. I'd better be damn good to you when you eventually get home, if I expect to get any relief. I'm definitely not allowed to give myself any relief.

You take the guys drinks to them leaving me to carry ours. It's not long before you decide to dance, so you take one of the guys by the hand and lead him to the floor. I sit and watch, noticing there's not a millimeter of free space between the two bodies. I can see the two of you kissing deeply and his hands are all over your bum. This is torture for me, but I'm SO turned on.

When the song finishes, you come back and take the other guy up, winking at him and saying "your turn". The whole erotic, frustrating scene is carried out a second time and all I can do is sit and watch. When you come back this time one of the guys asks if it's my turn now, but you tell him that we're only mates and you don't think of me in that way.

You then 'remind' me that I have to be up early the next day. I say goodnight to you and I can read volumes in your facial expression. You love this. You love the attention you're getting from the guys. You love the fact that you can see how frustrated I am, and you know I love it too. I say goodbye to the guys and shake their hands. The hands that I know will be all over you later, and then I leave trying desperately to conceal just how hard my cock really is.

I get home to our place, strip off straight away, shower and go to bed. I know you'll be a while, so I try to sleep and ignore my throbbing cock. I drift in and out of sleep thinking about you with the guys until I can't take it anymore. I have to relieve my frustration even though you've told me not to. I want to get as close to you as possible while I do though - not surprising really when you think how much I worship you.

So I go through your lingerie drawer and pull out stockings, suspenders, a thong and a bra. I put the bra on first, it looks ridiculous, you fill it out so well but it's just two empty cups on me. I put the suspenders on and roll the stockings up my legs, struggling with the fasteners, but eventually I get there. The thong's last, I pull it up my legs and over my bum, it goes over my balls but I leave my cock hanging over the top.

I know I look ridiculous, but it makes me feel so close to you. I lie back down on the bed and start wanking, thinking of you being soundly fucked by your two new friends. Just as the second one has cum in my head, I cum in reality. I know I'm not supposed to be doing this, I'm very careful to catch all my cum in my hand. I open my eyes to get off the bed and clean myself up-to see you at the door looking at me. You look like you've had the fucking of your life, your hair is messy, your lipstick smudged. I know you've had a good time. You look at me very calmly, but with that glint in your eye that I know so well.

Very levelly you "I told you not to do that. Unless you want to be in the spare room for the next week, you'll swallow every drop of that in your hand."

I can feel myself blushing bright red, here I am in your underwear, caught wanking. I sit up and do as I'm told. I lick all the salty cum out of my hand while you just stand and watch.

"Come here" is all you say next.

I walk towards you, embarrassed and humiliated, but still worshiping you for being so damn sexy. You pull me towards you and kiss me, you being the dominant partner even in the kiss, thrusting your tongue into my mouth and claiming ownership of it. You tell me you can taste my cum in my mouth and ask if I can taste the remnants of the other guys cum in yours.

The thought of that, the way you're treating me, the smell of fresh sweat from your exertions on you all combine, and my cock starts to twitch. I'm getting excited again already. You force your knee between my legs and bring it smartly up. I know this is only for effect, but it still shocks me every time. It doesn't hurt, but the act itself gets to me so much that I sink to my knees in front of you. You put your hand under my chin and force my head up to look you in the eyes. Now I can see the anger in them. I've disobeyed you. You slap my cheeks, once on the left and once on the right. You're in full flow now. You're telling me how bad I am, how lucky I am to have you to keep me on the straight and narrow, to teach me how to behave. All I can do is agree with you. My knees are apart and I feel your foot come up between them. I can feel the warmth of your foot and the coolness of the leather straps of your shoes under my balls, just gently resting there - a non-verbal implied threat.

You ask me if there's any reason at all why you shouldn't just kick me there, and then kick me out because I obviously can't do as I'm told. I know you'd never do that to me, but I beg for forgiveness anyway. You drop your foot and take a step back. You turn around facing away from me and raise your skirt so I can see your bum. It's rosy red and obviously had a damn good spanking. You tell me to look closely, you tell me that's how real men treat a woman, and say it's no wonder you need to see other guys every once in a while.

I have to agree again. I don't have it in me to treat you like that, and I know you do love it, just as much as you love having me serve you and worship you. You tell me the first thing I have to do to make up for disobeying you is to kiss your poor abused bum better. I can't resist a sly smile at that; you know how much I love your bum. I kiss it gently all over; I can feel the heat radiating from it. When I've covered every square inch of skin, I gently run my tongue down the crack. You emit something between a squeal and a sigh, so I know to carry on. I can taste sweat and sex. I love it.

I penetrate your rosebud just a fraction with the tip of my tongue. You let me carry on for a while, enjoying the sensations and then abruptly stand up and walk away. You sit on the bed and tell me to take your shoes off. I do this, then kiss your feet and gently suck each toe in turn. You're completely silent while I'm doing this, lost in the sensations . So much so that I think I've gotten away with my slip up earlier.

When I've finished with the last toe you open your eyes and say to me, almost as if you've read my mind "Don't think you're getting away that easy. Over my knee."

I place myself over your knee as instructed and you start to spank me hard. I know now that you really are angry that I didn't manage to restrain myself. This isn't a spanking done for fun, it's a genuine punishment. You soon seem to get it out of your system though, perhaps it's the fact that I've been kissing your leg where my head rested against it with each slap, perhaps you're hand was getting sore. Whichever it was I'm glad you've finished. You stand up without warning and I fall to the floor, I just lie there waiting for instructions, not wanting to screw up again. "On the bed." is all you say.

I know the drill by now. I position two pillows under my head, put my feet together and stretch my arms out towards the ends of the headboard. When you've tied me securely, you reach for my cock and slowly rub your hands up and down its length. "So you think this can compete with what I've just had, do you?" You say and climb on the bed. As you sit astride me and sink down onto my cock you tell me I'd better be good. You work yourself up and down on me, treating me like a human sex toy. I'm in no doubt at all that this is all for your pleasure, you don't really care what I get out of it, as long as I stay hard enough for you to keep using me. You start to tell me exactly what your two latest conquests have done to you. This has to be the ultimate torture. I worship you; you treat me badly. I'm here being used as a sex toy with no thought for my pleasure and you're telling me in great detail how much pleasure you've already had tonight. I love it. My feelings for you, if it's possible, get deeper.

Finally I can take it no more. The feeling of pure submission I'm feeling, the erotic things you're telling me. The way you look so gorgeous, still dressed, panting and sweating like a woman possessed take me over the top and I have to cum. It's just short of you cumming again and the frustration takes over, you slap me again and spit in my face telling me how useless my timing is.

Then, with a grin, you tell me that it's good I remembered the two pillows under my head. You shuffle up the bed and settle yourself on my face. The last thing I see, before you drop the folds of your skirt around me and I lose my vision, is your smooth creamy thighs framed with your suspenders. Here we are in matching underwear. Two subs together and I'm lucky enough to be subbing to another wonderful sub.

I start by licking all around the outside of your pussy, I swirl my tongue around it in circles, just avoiding your clit each time until the circles get too small to continue. Now I'm moving my tongue very gently between your lips, I can tell by the sounds you're making you're enjoying that, but even while I'm giving you pleasure you're still tormenting me. You ask how many men I can taste there. This is the one occasion when I can have my way with you without any interference, so I still studiously avoid your clit. I take each lip in turn into my mouth sucking and very gently nibbling on them until I decide (and it's the only time I do get a chance to make a decision) that it's time to give you your release. I suck on your clit, gently worrying it with the tip of my tongue until I feel you tense and finally cum for the final time tonight.

When you've recovered you untie me and we both get undressed and sleep. I'm happy that I've redeemed myself. The next morning, after making you breakfast, I hand wash the underwear that we were both wearing the previous night. I'm in the garden hanging it out when I hear a spanking sound coming from upstairs. It can't be surely? I finish pegging the last item out and rush upstairs. The spanking sound has stopped.

You're on your knees in front of one of the guys from last night, just wearing your underwear, with his cock in your mouth. He looks at me and tells me that when you found out just how much the two of them were into the whole BDSM thing, you took a chance and told them about us, and our relationship. He tells me that he'll be round on a regular basis now to give you what I can't.

I stand there shocked watching you giving him a slow, sensuous blow-job. Eventually he erupts in your mouth. You can't contain it and it drips out of the side of your mouth, into your cleavage and pools up, slowly soaking into your bra. You smile at me, stand up, walk over and, still with a mouthful of cum, kiss me. You break the kiss and looking me squarely in the eye, with that wicked glint again that I know so well, and say, "Oops, looks like you have some more washing to do darling!"