🔞? I write erotica. exploring kinks my way. read at own discretion. I also decided to share stories that I find on other websites on here. ya know. for reasons sister blog to @rocky-balboner97
Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie
Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.
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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each other’s presence.
Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldn’t help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.
You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.
It’s already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.
You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.
The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. “Oh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?”. You can’t seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.
“All these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specifically”, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesn’t let you budge.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking day”. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.
“Baby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every day” he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.
You wet your lips and reply, “I.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didn’t think you were interested in me, so I never said anything”. He shakes his head and says, “Baby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.
You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.
“The big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. I’m a lot bigger than your little toys over there”, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.
You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.
You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes don’t leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.
You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.
“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around it”, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.
You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. “Fu-Fuck Decker. I’m cumming. Fuck I’m cumming”, you cry out.
Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.
You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.” With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.
You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.
“Tell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,” he says, giving you one last chance to back out.
You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, “Please, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yours”. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.
“Mmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking mad”, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.
He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.
You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. “Fuck Decker… you feel so good. Don-don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please”.
He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.
He doesn’t give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you don’t want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.
“Your pussy is fucking heaven, baby. I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? You’re MINE.” he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.
He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.
Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.
He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.
He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.
You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.
“Why were you going through my closet?” you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, “I was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. It’s a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.”.
You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. “The throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.” He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.
“Well, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time I’ll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cunt”.
You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.
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The food was good, that’s not why I wasn’t eating. The atmosphere, too, was pristine. Almost as if you planned everything down to the T, to make this night perfect for us. All three of us. This isn’t the first time we’ve met, but it is the first time that we all are aware of what is going to be occurring after dinner, too. We’ve all talked about it, too, who wants to be fucked first, who wants to eat the other person’s pussy first, you know. The usual for threesomes. At a mere glance at your wife, I can tell she is wet judging by the way she blushes when she makes eye contact with either of us or by the way she hasn’t stop grinding her thighs together, as though she needs more friction. Not that I blame her. I agreed to no sexually activities for a week before our meet up, no matter how much you all teased me. Audio videos of you fucking her, narrating how she feels on your dick, hearing her whimpers as you rearrange her insides, by the end I was ready to combust. Her and I? We were noticeably turned on and ready. You, however, were cool a cucumber as though two women desperate for your dick was a usual Saturday night. I have no idea how you didn’t feel pressured with the two of us having sex with our eyes and our anticipation for the night ahead. Judging by your occasional smirk whenever you locked eyes with one of us, you were well aware of how ready we really are. The most either of us could say was how beautiful we found the other and how excited we both were for tonight. Taking pity on your wife and I, after a good hour and a half of a “dinner” that didn’t include any eating, you called for the check.
After a fight to pay the check, in which I lost with no dignity-I fully expect my ass to be reddened at some point tonight-the next hurdle in starting the evening’s activities would be the seating arrangement in the car. I was a fan of getting to taste your wife’s pussy, but I was also a fan of throating your dick on the way. I also would’ve loved watching the two of you masturbate each other in the rearview as I drove. Tough decisions but I wasn’t the one in charge tonight. The rearview mirror was at the perfect angle for your wife to see the absolute mess I was making in sucking your dick. She was able to see the hand your hand fisted in my hair, controlling my rhythm, forcing me down further, before allowing me to come up for a second of air. There was no loud music, either, which allowed her to hear the erotic sounds of you fucking my throat, I wasn’t in charge of this blowjob, not in the slightest, and I wasn’t complaining. Prior to meeting up, my desires to be completely owned, to be nothing but a fuckdoll there for pleasure were discussed and used, multiple times. When you pulled my hair, hard, to get me off your dick and onto your balls, my pussy gushed and your wife let out a very audible moan. There was no question if I liked rough or not, and you were going to take full advantage of it.
The car ride had to have been about 20 minutes to the hotel, not that I was able to count much, in which I spent with my mouth either around your cock or your balls. Although you didn’t cum, god knows how, I was still able to get a taste of your precum and it was worth being your cumslut for however long you would have me. When we finally arrived and parked, I didn’t want to let go of your dick. After a few pulls of my hair and a couple of smacks on my ass, I reluctantly withdrew and took your wife’s hand in help to exit the car. I kept ahold of her hand after I fully emerged, only to pull her close to me to kiss her, share the flavor of your dick and balls with her. We were in a somewhat private parking structure, so when I started to grope her breasts and grab her ass as we sucked each other tongue’s, there were no witnesses other than you. Not that you were complaining. By the time you grabbed our chins to stop us, my hands had started to move up her dress and she was kneading my breasts. The pout we both gave you for stopping us made you chuckle unapologetically.
“We aren’t inviting anyone else to our evening tonight ladies. I already checked in earlier, we are a corner room on the top floor. Now move your pretty asses. I don’t want to wait another second,” you commanded us. Seeing as how we both had a voice kink, one that your voice hit in just the right spot, there were no arguments from either of us. Your wife and I weren’t allowed to stand next to each other in the elevator, nor were we allowed to touch you. When we whined, too, a simple look was all it took for us to be quiet and left to our fidgeting. By the time the elevator arrived at the top floor, a mere five floors, it felt like we had been waiting an eternity. The amount of pussy juice dripping down my thighs was almost comical, if not a tad humiliating. Not wanting to get another look, no matter how much the dom in you turned us on, we followed you to our room.
Upon entry, it didn’t seem like this room was about to see a whole bunch of debauchery. The innocent looking duffle bags, one from each of us, all sat near the wall. Another smaller one sat on top, just inviting me to open and explore what all you had planned. Not that I would. After we all entered and the door shut behind us, the nerves finally showed. We had all been anticipating this for weeks now, if not months. Now that it was finally time, we weren’t too sure where to start. At least your wife and I were, you just thought it was a bit funny at how we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and now we can’t meet each other’s eyelines without blushing. A problem which you quickly took care of.
Grabbing me by the throat, you tasted your wife on my lips before telling me to go kiss her until you said otherwise, but no getting each other off, only light touching. Doing as you said, I nervously approached your wife, staring at the floor the whole time. It wasn’t until she grabbed my hips to pull me closer, did I look up. Only I found her lips descending on mine, gently kissing me, until we were both making love to each other’s mouths as though they were each other’s pussies. Our hands were touching, feeling, stroking each other, except for our pussies, until we heard you tell us to strip each other. We took no time to listen to that command. Slowly but surely every article of clothing was stripped, revealing our naked bodies to each other. To you, too, not that we noticed you were looking. You encouraged us towards the rather large bed in the middle of the hotel room and still fondling each other we made our way to the middle.
Following behind us, you gripped each of our hips to position us for our asses to be towards the ceiling allowing you direct access to both of our holes. You direct a kiss to each of our pussies before dribbling lube onto our asses. Although we are no longer making out, both of us enjoying the light teasing touches from you as you spread around the lube, we certainly admiring each other’s bodies. After a few moments of light touches, you slowly pushed in a butt plug to each of us, my ass getting the bigger one. As we panted and moaned together, you repositioned our bodies again. Dragging my hips back and over until I was directly behind your wife’s pussy and ass, before pushing me up into them, giving me an unspoken message to make her scream and to fulfill my dream of diving into deep into her pussy. I wasn’t entirely sure what you were up to behind me, my ass still in the air, giving you all the access you could ever need to be as mean as you want. It isn’t until I feel the vibrating on my ass and from your wife’s do I realize that the butt plug is a vibrator. Judging by the moan your wife gave out simultaneously with me, she didn’t either. I felt you feel how wet I am, followed by an evil chuckle, before you pushed in another toy into my pussy which soon started vibrating as well.
I saw you leave from behind me to put your phone, and the remote, down, before coming back behind me and forcefully flipping me onto my back; your wife now able to sit her pussy on my face. The pattern you set with the remote doing its job, working me up even further as I felt you climb on the bed. Pausing from drinking your wife’s pussy up, I see you come close enough for your dick to be directly over my face and your wife’s pussy. Kneeling down, you allowed the tip of your dick to briefly brush against my lips before guiding it into your wife. Our positions allowing me a close visual of how much you stretch her pussy, how wet she sounds as you enter her, how good your balls feel as they rest against my face as you sink all the way into her. I stick my tongue out to lick your balls as you both enjoy the feel of home with each other. Once you started to thrust, I would move my mouth from your balls, to the bit of shaft that I could get to between thrusts, to her clit. I was savoring the taste of your coupling, obsessed with it almost enough to ignore the throb between my legs as the pattern you set is doing nothing more that tease me.
Once your wife started moaning more often and I could see how tight she got on your dick, I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, flicking my tongue against the nub full of nerves. I could feel her juices stream past my lips to stream down my neck, making a mess on the bed. The first one of the night. You thrusted a few more times, prolonging her orgasm, before withdrawing leading me to lose my suction on her clit in favor of cleaning her delicious juices off of your dick. You reluctantly pull from my mouth, waving your finger at me. Before instructing me to go sit on your wife’s face while you come off of the edge, when you see me try to get your dick back into my mouth.
Unsteadily, I rise up on my knees towards your wife’s face. Her having collapsed on her back after her orgasm. Meeting her eyes, I swing a leg over, baring my sopping wet pussy for her eyes to feast on. I see her chest inhale as she smells my sex, how turned on I’ve gotten being teased watching you fuck her. I feel her hands come up to grip my hips to pull my pussy down until I feel her lips and tongue eat me out, tentatively at first before eating my cunt like it is the best dessert she’s ever had. Soon I find myself grinding down into her mouth, my back arching as I fall off of the edge. My moans soon turn to whimpers as she doesn’t let up, rolling my orgasm into another, albeit smaller one. Soon her frantic licks and sucks turn into a gentle lapping, enjoying the taste of my cunt.
Even more unsteadily, I rise off of her face, to fall unsteadily on my back next to her. Both of us breathing hard, our faces both coated with each other’s cum. Meeting each other’s eyes, we simultaneously move forward to connect our lips. A moan falling out me at the familiar taste of my cum. Once we have gotten out fill for one another, both plugs still teasingly vibrating in us, including the one in my pussy, both of us look at you, where you are slowly stroking your cock watching us enjoy each other. With an increasingly familiar smirk, you order us around, ending up in a 69 position with my holes facing you, at the perfect height for you to use me as you deem fit on my hands and knees. Not yet delving into her pussy, I see you go to the side table where you placed your phone, only for the vibrations to stop shortly after. Only the after affects and vibrations remain.
Coming back around, you pull out both of my plugs, leaving me to feel completely empty. At my whimper, you spank my ass a few times, followed by a command to be patient. I hear a few rummaging sounds before a hand on my ass, this time softer, opening me up. Another plug, this one just big enough to stretch me out to better take your cock, is slowly pushed into me. I let out a slow and low moan as it is fully inserted inside of my ass. I whimper as you teasingly pull it out and push it back in. You finish teasing me and run your fingers down from the plug to my pussy before remarking how much of a needy mess your fuckdoll is. I feel one and then two fingers push inside my pussy, slowly, testing my tightness, before violently thrusting your fingers, arching them too, until I’m screaming and dripping on your wife’s face. Just before I’m about to tip over the edge, you pull your fingers out and I hear as you feed your wife them. At my long and pitiful protest, you simply told me to not be greedy, that it is your turn. Followed by a steady and forceful thrust into your fuckdoll’s needy pussy with your thick cock. A long groan escapes both of us, we have been teasing ourselves and each other for far too long.
After a week of no playing, not even fingers in my cunt, your dick is a tight fit, more than usual. Feeling a bit of a stretch each time you sink balls deep. Plus the licks and sucks of your wife on my clit as she switched between us, leads me right back up to the edge. Feeling me start to tighten even more around you, leads to you telling your wife to focus on your balls and ass. I’m not going to be the next one to cum no matter how much I beg. Teetering on the edge, I’m begging you to fill me with your seed, to plant your baby inside me, make your baby making whore. I need to feel your cum inside of me. Your steady thrusts turn into hard, abusing thrusts as you get closer and closer to filling my pussy with your cum. My attempts to focus on eating your wife’s pussy are long forgotten, my head too full of being used like a fuckdoll to think of anything other than cumming and feeling your cum fill me up. I feel her scoot up more to focus on your ass or your balls with her mouth, when I feel her hands move to cup your balls, I got my answer.
Finally, after what feels like hours, you tell her to focus on my clit again, you want me to be ready to cum in ten seconds. Counting down, with each number a forceful thrust, I feel myself starting to tip over the edge. When you finally hit one, and I feel a sudden warmth fill my pussy along with your voice telling me how I was such a good little slut to take all of you, I tip over with no return. Vaguely, I feel the multiple gushes rush out of my pussy to land on your wife, and I hear you cuss with how tight I got. I feel you softening, too, as you keep thrusting to further my orgasm until I’m shaking so bad I can barely hold myself up. I somehow manage, likely with help, to climb off of your wife to crash onto the bed next to her, legs splayed open displaying my well used pussy. I’m still trying to catch my breath as your wife sits up and asks how is fucking who for round two.
When she makes a grab for your glistening dick, you give out a chuckle before remarking about how you have a fuckdoll’s ass to cum into next, before guiding it to her open mouth.
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🐶 puppy, pet play, heat/rut, breeding kink, pillow humping, dry humping, dirty talk, praise kink, good girl, multiple orgasms
When you go into heat, the only thing your dumb little puppy brain can think about is humping. Your master’s still at work, and you’re not supposed to hump any of the furniture, so for a long time you just lay curled up in a little ball on the floor, squeezing your thighs together and whimpering to yourself. When is he going to come home? You need to be on top of him, milking the cum out of his cock. Your pussy throbs between your legs, getting wetter and wetter until you can’t take it anymore. You need to be on top of something. You want to hump the arm of the couch, but you settle for one of the long couch cushions instead. Panting with need, you drag the big pillow onto the floor and crawl on top of it. You slowly lower your hips, and a jolt of pleasure goes through you as you press your aching pussy into the thick material. With a groan you sink lower onto the pillow, wrapping your arms and legs around it. You start off slow, just enjoying the feeling of relief as your poor aching pussy finally gets some attention. But pretty soon your pussy takes over. You buck your hips faster and faster, squeezing the pillow hard to keep it in place beneath you as you grind yourself into the material. You can’t think about anything but your pussy, it feels so good, all you can do is hump and hump. Your eyes are squeezed shut, moans muffled into the fabric, pumping your hips hard and fast until you finally make yourself cum.
Your body goes limp as you come down from your orgasm, collapsing on top of the pillow and panting into the fabric. You can feel how completely soaked the material is where it’s pressed against your twitching cunt. You wonder if your master’s going to be mad at you… But thinking about him just makes your cunt start aching again, and before you know it you’re back to roughly humping the pillow. When is he going to come home? You’re not going to be able to do anything else until you can ride his big cock and make it pump you full of cum.
As if on cue you hear the sound of the front door opening. He's finally home... You want to get up—to go to him, or maybe to try and hide the evidence—but you just can’t stop humping. You start whimpering loudly, needing him so bad.
“Oh, baby…” he says, dropping to his knees beside you. His voice sounds torn between laughter and concern. “Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”
You just whine in response. The sound of his voice makes your hips move faster, makes your cunt clench from wanting his cock.
“Let me help you, puppy,” he murmurs. He puts his hands under your arms and lifts you up into his arms like a child. You wrap your arms and legs tight around his body, and as soon as you feel your pelvis pressed against his, your cunt takes over again, you start thrusting against him, even held up in the air.
“Alright, alright,” he laughs. He sees that you aren’t going to make it to the bedroom. He plops down on the couch with you in his arms, straddling his lap. You moan deeply as you start grinding against his bulge, pressing your needy pussy so hard against his erection. This isn’t even what you want, you want him inside you, but you can't stop moving your hips. He holds you close as you hump his cock, your mouth hanging open and tongue hanging out, whining and panting heavily. His hungry eyes are fixed on your stupid, desperate expression.
“Don’t you want my cock in you, puppy?” he murmurs. Yes, yes, you want his cock, you want his cum, but you can’t stop thrusting, you whine with frustration and need as you stare into his eyes and desperately hump his throbbing cock. He takes your face in his hands and presses his mouth to yours, kissing you roughly, hungrily, and you moan into his mouth as you start to cum, clenching hard against his rigid cock.
You slump against him, panting, and he uses the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and slide his slacks out of the way, letting his cock spring out and slap against your pussy with a wet smacking sound. He kisses you again, and you groan into his mouth as you feel him hard and throbbing against you. He helps you lift your hips so you can slide down onto his cock, so wet there’s no resistance, sinking down into his lap and feeling his cock split you wide open. You press your face into his neck and moan, rolling your hips to force him deeper, whimpering with need as you imagine his cum pumping into you.
“Shhh,” he says, smoothing his warm hand down your back. “It’s okay girl, I’ve got you. Does it hurt?”
You shake your head against his neck and squeeze your walls hard around his cock. You want to ride him so bad, it’s all you’ve wanted all day, but you’re all tired out now. You whimper again and this time he understands. He grips your hips in his big hands and starts to thrust up into you, slow at first, but then building up speed as he feels how hot and wet you are, groaning as you grip his cock. He frantically bounces you up and down in his lap, his cock hitting so deep inside you, your swollen pussy already spasming around him.
“Cum in me,” you beg into his ear, “please, I need your cum.”
“I will baby,” he says. “Are you gonna cum again for me first?”
You nod your head against his shoulder. You can feel the next orgasm building around his cock, your swollen pussy trembling and clenching, trying to hold him as deep and tight as possible, moaning raggedly against his neck as you start to cum.
“Good girl,” he says, “good girl, that’s so good. Your pussy feels so good on my cock. You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”
Yes, yes, you think, completely overwhelmed as his cock erupts inside of you, pumping load after load of cum deep inside your pussy. It feels so good, you can’t tell if you’re still cumming or cumming again, moaning his name and clenching tight around him as he fills you up with cum.
I want you to sit in my lap while you’re scrolling your dashboard, with my hand between your thighs and my chin on your shoulder, whispering soft things into your ear. Sometimes casual commentary on the posts you’re seeing but mostly - and more likely - I’d be asking if you like what I’m doing, with my hand between your legs, stretching you open and working you with incessant, insistent speed; telling you what a good pet you are, rocking up into my fingers and against my palm -
I want to do this for hours. I want to let you relax and thumb your phone while you’re grinding back against me, until you can’t even focus on what you’re looking at. I want you biting at your lower lip and squeezing your thighs together and arching your back so I can get a better angle on you, so I’m hitting all your favorite spots. I want you to forget what you’re doing and just fuck yourself on my hand, rough and desperate and needy.
Tell me when you’re close, so I can keep you there, in the span of hunger between heartbeats, aching and needing. I like it best when you want it so bad it hurts, when you’re sobbing because you need it, because you want it, because it’s all you can think of –
I want to do this so much that even when I’m not behind you, you can’t help but think of me when you start scrolling your dash.
invite me over to smoke and get me too high. bring me to ur bed and tell me ur just helping me to bed, don’t worry, u won’t hurt me.
i’ll try to protest u sliding ur hand up my skirt, but will barely be able to get words out.
hook ur fingers around my panties and pull them down quickly before taking ur cock out.
flip me over then push my head into the pillow and force urself inside me. make me take ur cock, make it fit even when i say it wont.
go on about how much of a tease i am, always walking around w crop tops and tight shorts, bending over all the time while wearing no panties.
tell me ur gonna keep me all drugged up and naked all the time for easy access. tell me ur gonna force me down on my knees so i can suck ur cock. tell me how ur gonna stretch out all my holes and break me in half.
flip me onto my back and abuse my clit, rubbing it roughly, twisting it, pulling on it. grinning sadistically as u hear my moans and see my body jump
make me shake as i cum from being taken advantage of. make fun of me and mock me, calling me a whore and slut for liking it so much.
tell me that ur gonna cum inside me and get me pregnant, gonna fill me up w ur cum until i cant fit anymore, gonna be ur breeding whore and gonna make me . tell me my only purpose is to please u.
make me cum again before holding my hips against urs and unleashing ur cum into my cunt, making me inhale sharply.
make sure all ur cum is inside me before pulling out n watching the cum drip out of me.
leave me there, abused, used, and full of cum as u start to roll another blunt to get me high again
(ง'̀-'́)งCONSENT IS MANDATORY(ง'̀-'́)ง
☞︎☞︎☞︎i dont consent to any asks of people describing fantasies☜︎☜︎☜︎
Sentence summary: You make it up to me after messing up my newly painted nails.
Word Count: 3085
I didn’t often paint my nails; they never lasted and would chip almost immediately. My toenails, however, were always painted. I would paint them every color under the sun, even if it no one except you saw them. They made me happy. Thus, on the few occasions that I did paint my fingernails, especially if I matched them to my toenails, I walked around as if I was in the midst of a mine field. Or as if I were a mummified zombie trying to find my stolen, and cursed, treasure shaped like brains. Given that nail polish and nail polish remover both have a distinct smell, you knew when to stay away. Sometimes, however, the shenanigans you brought me into were worth redoing my nails.
I had just painted my nails, both sets of ten, and had just placed the top on the bottle. More than solid colors even: one finger on each appendage was a sparkly silver while the others were all a dark grey. I was waiting on my top and final coat to dry, what feels like the longest layer of all, when you sauntered in with a tell-tale gleam in your eyes.
“No,” I stated firmly, already knowing what was coming. “Noooo, I just painted my nails. Can’t you smell the nail polish. They are perfect! Not a single smudge or missed place. Get away from me with those eyes and grabby hands.”
I saw the pout forming, slightly dulling your eyes, before it vanished. “What if I tell you that you don’t have to use your feet or your hands and that I will preserve your nails completely?”
It wasn’t unusual for you to find me and already be in the mood for sex. Nor did it take me very long to get on your level. Often times just telling me what got you worked up, well, worked on me too. Especially if you were teasing me, like now, by palming your length through your sweats (or boxers, or jeans, or even the one time with the suit pants), biting your lip, making bedroom eyes, and subtly flexing your arms (we both know I am a sucker for biceps and forearms). Hardly ever did it take all four tactics to rouse me, but this time I was giving you a run for your money.
“You told me that a time or two ago about my hair. It took me twenty minutes to put it back together. We ended up not even going too,” at this point I folded my arms across my chest, over my tits, to show a point and hide your staring. If I had known, I would have worn a bra, and more than an oversized hoodie of yours. Hell, probably would have worn a parka if I could have. Painting my nails is a process that should never be interrupted. “So no, turn around and go jack one out in the living room or somewhere away from me and my nails.”
All of the tactics somehow failing, which had never happened before, I could see your mind whirring with possibilities. Seeing how all four tactics are rarely all used without me giving in, you were having a hard time coming up with a fifth. Seriously, three of the tactics are used generally around when I start my period each month. All four have been used once and that was in the beginning of our relationship when you wanted me to finger your ass as I blew you (you didn’t even need to use them either, I just didn’t want to sound so eager to put my fingers up your butt). I knew I was in trouble when a calm certainty came about, completely sure of yourself, and my inability to deny you anything sexual.
A quick peak at my nails and the clock next to where I was sitting on our bed proved that my nails were far from dry. Given that I use a super strong top coat in hopes of my nail polish lasting longer, it usually means that it takes three centuries to dry or it needs some special lamp. Of course, I opted for the option of time.
“Since I’m already in our room, you don’t mind if I sit next to you, right baby girl? I won’t make any attempt to get too close to you or your nails. I will stay on my side of our bed.” With that, you took your time to get to your side, ensuring that I had a perfect view of your dick swaying under your sweats with every step. The lack of a shirt only further aided the view, the dark trail of hair connecting both of my happy places. You weren’t ropes of muscle, but you also weren’t skin and bones either. You were my ideal man. Something which you had every intention of exploiting to your best degree. You furthered my point when you met my eyes and let your sweats drop to the floor before climbing into bed, albeit carefully, to rest your back against the headboard. “See. Not anywhere near your nails. And since he,” with a pointed nod towards your dick, “isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I assume you don’t mind if I rub one out here.”
At the sight of my flushed cheeks and parted lips, you knew that I had no intention of answering you, not even if I was forced to. Especially as your right hand went from behind your head, which allowed me a full view of your body, to your dick. You slowly, and loosely, started stroking your dick, the muscles bunching in your arm with each stroke. I was still able to hold out on helping you, but not by much. I saw you facial expression change from calm certainty with a side of arousal to completely confident with a main dish of arousal. You knew you had me. It was just a matter of time.
“Ohhh, fuck baby. This feels so good,” you moaned out breathlessly. By this point, your pre-cum had leaked out and your stroking did a good job in spreading it around to only aid you. Your hold got tighter, making the sound of your strokes get louder and wetter. You were so confident that you had me, you stopped paying me any attention to focus on your dick. Your head was still against your other arm but now your eyes were closed, lips parted to let out every sound, every harsh exhale as your stroked yourself to completion. Or maybe I wasn’t even needed for this jerk off session. We both had a pretty good memory for our spank banks. This wouldn’t be the first time that either one of us would cum without the other, usually due to schedule conflicts. At that thought, I folded. I hated masturbating by myself, would rather wait until you could join or even just direct, just so that I could feel close to you. Nails could be re-done. Besides, I don’t need my hands to make you cum.
You didn’t falter in your strokes, nor did you startle when you felt me suddenly move to straddle you. All without hands, too. My pussy was mere inches from where you were stroking your cock, I could almost feel the whooshing of air against my pussy. I had been so busy trying to not give in that I completely ignored my own arousal sings; my nipples were pebbled, noticeable through your hoodie while my pussy was leaking my arousal onto your cock as I hovered, only aiding in your stroking. I fully admit that it doesn’t take much to turn me on, not that I can’t behave, but your tease and how far you pushed me made it ten times worse than usual.
It wasn’t until I started to sink down on your cock that your eyes opened, and your lips briefly went into a smirk before I smothered them with my own. Nipping on your bottom lip, almost in punishment for my lack of a will power when it comes to you. As I bottomed out, quite easily due to how wet and turned on I was, I went from nipping your lips to meeting your tongue with me own. Adjusting to your size, the stretch of your think cock always making it a necessity, I started to grind against your cock followed by lifting my hips and slamming back down. By this time, I knew my toe nails were fucked, if they weren’t messed up from when I straddled you, they were now as I moved my feet every lift of my hips to offer balance. My hands were still half in the air after all, rather comically.
“Good girl,” you murmured to me, having broken off of our kiss. “I was wondering when it would take for you to fold. It’s a shame about your toenails. It’ll be a shame if something happened to your fingernails too.” At the same time, your hands from behind your head, where they went after my pussy swallowed your dick, to my hips. Your hips started to meet my own in a frenzy, your grip on my hips almost too painful as you helped me keep my speed. As I had opened my eyes to meet yours after you broke the kiss, I was able to see the pure animalistic need that appeared as you thoroughly fucked me from the bottom. It seems as though you held off from coming to find me longer than I thought, but in the moment, all I could think was how good your dick felt.
I gave in. Having almost lost balance and fallen off your dick, which we definitely can’t have, I moved my hands from being a mummy to rest on your shoulders, just slightly grasping a hold. This moved my breasts from lightly resting on your chest to help with balance, to out I the open. Something you definitely took notice of at they bounced with every thrust. This only further your need, mine too, as I now got even better leverage to move my hips. Occasionally, I would go against your hold on my hips to grind against your groin. Before allowing you to go back to leading me in the rhythm. Each time your dick bottomed out, your balls slapped against me, adding a slight sting that did nothing but further the knot being created in my stomach.
“Nooo, what are you doing,” I half whimpered, half moaned, as you stopped altogether. “I was enjoying that.” Turning to look at your face, I had been ogling your muscles that were tensing and relaxing from fucking me seconds before, your confidence was back and even more apparent than before. You got me right where you wanted me anyway, begging for your dick, so you had no reason not to be.
“Oh, I know,” cue the half smirk. “But you are going to like this even better.” Not a second after that, you somehow took us from cowgirl to missionary without detaching our connection or further messing up my nails that rested on your shoulders. “Now hold on.”
And I did. If I thought you were animalistic before, I had no words for how fast and hard you were thrusting into my pussy. The squelch sounds from my pussy only got louder and I could feel a mixture of my wetness and your pre-cum dripping down to make a puddle on the bed. I could only imagine how wet your balls were from slapping into me, which made the feeling of them slapping into me that much greater. My hands on your shoulders went from a loose, I-need-to-balance, hold to a I’m-being-fucked-for-my-life, hold on so I don’t lose my soul. My legs wrapped around your waist, feed resting on top of your ass, feeling how you tightened with each thrust. The ball that slowly dissipated with my disappoint of you stopping came back with a vengeance. You were supporting your weight on your arms, allowing a gap between us, feasting your eyes on my tits that had their own jiggling in mind, occasionally looking down at my stomach that was jiggling just the same. You had the perfect body in my eyes, and somehow, you always said that I had the perfect body in your eyes, regardless of my jiggly parts. Rather than feeling self-conscious, I let the feeling of possession and love take over me, in between the tightening of my lower stomach.
When your dick buried into me at the hilt each thrust, I moaned out, “I’m. About. To. Cum. Don’t. Stop.” What did you do? You stopped completely, not moving an inch. Pressing your hips against mine to stop me from bringing about my own orgasm. You brought your arms from pressing against the bed on either side of me to under my head, ignoring my whining and begging to please move all the while. After what felt like years of struggling for some kind of friction, I gave up with a huff. “I was so fucking close babe. Why?”
This brought your attention up from where you were staring at my tits, to my face, giving you a slight smolder. “Well, seeing as how you didn’t want to have sex in the beginning, I didn’t think you would mind not having an orgasm either. After all, aren’t your nails more important?”
I couldn’t tell if you were trying to appear innocent or just plain old furthering an agenda that I have no doubt you planned at this point.
“Yes. I know. You know. But not want now they aren’t and I want to orgasm on your cock. Then I want you to call me your dirty little slut as you fill my pussy up with your cum. Then we are going to cuddle and I will give you all of the attention you can handle until you are ready to go again. Then we can have nice lazy sex to make up for both of our rudeness.” In my head, my words had backbone, they were words from a strong independent woman who didn’t need a man to cum. In reality, however, they were barely more than a plea for mercy hoping you took pity on me.
“Hmmm. I don’t know. I don’t think bad girls,” you emphasized the last two words with two harsh thrusts, “should get what they want. So how about this. I’m going to fuck you until I cum and if you cum too, great. If not, well, I guess you have to mess your nails up further, huh? With how tight your pussy is right now, I wouldn’t doubt that you were still on the edge, I know I am. Now gimme a kiss and hold on.”
I had been well and truly defeated. You definitely won this round of wills. So I offered my lips up for you to dominate and gripped your shoulders for dear life. The thrusts that I thought were animalistic were nothing compared to how your cock felt diving into my pussy. In hindsight, you were thrusting fast, yes, but not your full length. This time, though, I’m pretty sure I’ll need a band-aid for my cervix after the pounding your cock puts it through. I was getting your full length over and over and I could do nothing but hold on. There was no lifting my hips to match your pace, none of that. I was there to receive whatever pleasure you deemed fit to allow me and bring you to cum. Judging by the drool enticing kiss you somehow managed to keep up with, you weren’t not trying to prevent my orgasm. Just the opposite really. I knew I was done for when one of your hands moved from cradling my head to putting pressure on my throat. If I ever had any reason to doubt that you knew my body, every time we had sex and you somehow knew just the right thing to make cum restarted my thinking.
“Mmm, that’s baby. Cum on my cock, clench your little pussy on my cock as it pounds into you. Are you gonna squirt? I think you might. My little slut is gonna squirt just from having her greedy cunt filled. So sensitive.”
“Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck,” I moaned, if not screamed. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, please. Please.” Whatever rhythm you had before was gone. My hips were uncontrollably fucking myself on your cock and, as I could feel your balls tighten and dick start to twitch, I knew you were done for too. As the nice person I am, I decided to help you, “Ohh, yes. I want your cum inside me. Cum in your slut’s pussy. Yesssss,” I hissed out as I felt your cum shoot out with each sharp thrust into my pussy. Judging by how wet we both were, there was little doubt of me squirting and even surprise as the amount of cum that you pumped into my pussy, only for it to leak out with the softer thrusts following out big climaxes.
What cultivated over who knows how long by yourself, a good half an hour of teasing alone, and an immeasurable amount of time of fucking, both our orgasms felt that they took eons to fully pass over us. Leaving us in the aftermath of sweat, cum, and pussy juices. Even though both of our bodies needed a shower, neither of us wanted to move from where we found ourselves; your dick softening inside of me while your arms wrapped around my waist with your head on my chest, your full weight offering me the comfort only you can bring. Our legs were tangled, although mine barely reached your knee with our height differences and positions. Not even paying mind to my sure to be messed finger nails, I was lightly running my nails over your scalp and back, or what I could reach of your back, before continuing the path.
Although both of us enjoyed our positions immensely, the drying juices were starting to get uncomfortable. You popped your head up to look at me, “Wanna take a bath with me? I will show you how a man does his woman’s finger-nails.”
At my slow grin and heavy eye-lids, you had your answer. And a promise for a second round. Maybe even a third, depending on how well you can paint.
Kink tags: sex, cockwarming (hint of), teasing, anal, toys, urine (very mild, not in a kinky way)
Sentence summary: I had work to do, you found a way to encourage me.
Word count: 2400
I had work to do. You knew it. I knew it. The neighbors down the street pratically knew it. It was no secret that I postponed doing my class work until the very last second. This was a habit that drove you crazy. This time, I had an essay due at midnight, one that I hadn’t started, and it was already 3 pm.
“Babe! Are you almost done with your essay?” The worse part of procrastinating was that I did it in our bed, with one of your shirts, no bra, a pair of daisy dukes on, no panties, and thigh high socks; you felt as though I was purposely teasing you. Which I may have been. The small glance of pussy was purely accidental.
“Urrghh. Not even close. Turns out this was a research essay. I thought it was a review of the book we had to read. Stupid 300 classes.” What made everything worse is that the deadlines were always on Sundays, our last days before we both go back to work. We usually spend the day in bed, no clothes, and with some snack-age. It usually isn’t as bad as an essay, often times it is a few discussion posts and occasionally a submission of a previous completed (but forgot to turn in) assignment. While you both were disappointed, knowing that the season of over-time is upon the both of you, the grade is more important than the cock. Sometimes. “I’m sorry babe. As soon as this is done, I will suck your cock till you cum all over me. It shouldn’t take me more than a few hours anyway.”
“Uhmf.” I could hear rummaging in our bathroom. Sounded like you were under our “special” cabinet, where we kept all of our fun toys. Thinking nothing of it, I continued trying to find scholarly sources that would explain what Elizabethan culture was like, how it influenced Shakespeare, and his use of madness as a theme. It was slow going. “Babe. Babe stop for a second.”
“Give me two seconds love. I just found a perfect source that would tie two of my main arguments together perfectly and I want to cite it before I end up losing it.” Muttering to myself, “Now was it MLA or APA, and did the professor want accessed dates.” After struggling a few minutes, the first one is always the hardest, I turned around on the bed to find you at the door. You were staring at my boobs, presumably due to their jiggle as I turned around. I wasn’t wearing your thinnest shirt for no reason; my tits and nipples look fantastic. “Okay, what did you need?”
“Well. Since someone keeps procrastinating even after I told her not to, someone is getting punished. Her punishment will last however long it takes for her to finish her assignment, with every hour increasingly getting harder. Literally,” you show me what you were hiding behind your back. Our medium sized butt plug, just enough for me to feel the stretch but still be able to ignore it. “Now. You, baby girl, are going to turn around, pull your shorts down, ass up, and pull your cheeks open for me. I will, of course, lube you up. No complaining or whining. Oh. I’m your daddy now little girl.” Like I was going to complain about anything butt.
“Yes daddy. I am sorry daddy,” I puckered my lips for a quick kiss before doing exactly as you said and soon I felt two of your fingers slide the warmed up lube in and around my ass. Feather light touches. Just enough to tease me but still do the job of lubing my ass. I had to bite my hand to stifle my moans and pleas for more. More anything.
“Okay baby. I am going to slide in your plug,” I was hyperaware. One of the main reasons that we worked so well as a couple was due to how easily we could turn each other on. I could feel the plug coming into contact with my ass, could feel my ass clenching and unclenching, begging for it, as you continued to tease me. “You are to leave it in unless I say otherwise. If you have to go potty, you may ask if I will remove it. Otherwise, your focus is to be solely on your essay. Do you understand?”
Too focused on getting the plug to enter my ass, I didn’t answer. I jolted at the smack across my ass, “I asked, do you understand?”
“Yes daddy. Yes, I understand. No removing my plug, if I have to go potty ask for your help.”
“Good girl.” My mouth was salivating, praise was one of my main kinks, which you knew. “Now. Pull your shorts back up and finish your essay. I will be back in one hour if you haven’t completed it.”
Doing as you said, I pulled up my shorts and dove into my research, the plug shifting with every move I made. My pussy was already dripping, anal play was a guarantee turn on for me. I was anticipating the next hour, as we both knew this essay would at least take three more hours, while worrying about being able to keep my concentration on the next step. I had found all of the sources that I needed, plus some, and was working on constructing my thesis based upon the information that I gathered when I felt you enter the room again.
“Shorts down, shirt off, oh, and socks off too. Come into the bathroom when you are done.” I was shivering with anticipation; I don’t think I have ever fumbled so badly to undress in my life. Slipping across the hardwood floor of our bedroom, I stumbled into our bathroom. “Good girl. Lean over the counter, perk your ass up.” As I walked over to you, I felt your eyes drinking in my body. From my hanging tits, to my plus sized tummy, down to my legs that you love to have wrapped around your waist, coming back up to watch my hips as they swayed back and forth. One of your favorite things is having me walk to you, mostly naked. Not even in high heels. I did as you asked, laying my head on my arms that were braced against the mirror, arching my back how I know you like it.
“You are taking this punishment so well, sweetie. I am so proud of you. No whining or complaining, and you left your plug in. My good girl.” I swelled with every word of praise. I loved being yours, whether it was your good girl or your dirty little slut. You knew it too, a quick glance at my puffy pussy lips proved it. “I am going to remove your plug, you are going to go potty, when you are done, I will wipe you. Then I want you back in the same position. Do you understand?”
~skip if urine is a turn-off~
Learning from my last mistake, as I can still feel your hand on my ass, I quickly agree. In a swift movement, you abruptly remove the plug, before giving my other cheek a soft pat. Given the green light, I quickly step to the toilet, not realizing how badly I had to pee until now.
“Ah, ah, ah pet. Only responsible grown ups get to use the toilet. You, my baby, are going to pee in the shower. I want your feet wide, your hands on the wall, and your back tilted. I want to see you piss down yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes daddy,” I changed courses for the shower. Feet slightly wider than shoulder length apart, allowing a glimpse of my pussy when I bent over to put my hands against the wall. It took a few seconds, as I felt your gaze upon my pussy, but soon I was able to release, and a stream of pee slithered its way down my leg. “I am done daddy. Will you please wipe me now?”
“Of course my darling, thank you for asking so nicely. I will first wipe you, then I am going to turn on the water and ensure that you are completely clean. If I wish for you to move, I will move you myself. Do you understand?”
“Yes daddy.” I felt the toilet paper you already had in your hand push up against my pussy, before wiping away any evidence that I was wet to begin with. Your other hand turned on the faucet. After you threw the used toilet paper in the trash, you took the sprayer of off its mount, before changing the flow of the water. Slowly, you moved the warm water from my feet, up to my thighs, before reaching my pussy lips. One hand spreading my lips open, the spray landing right on my clit. It taking all of my strength to not wiggle or ask for more. You slowly rubbed my pussy, moving up to my ass, taking all remanence of my arousal with the spray of the water. After a few seconds, I heard the water turn off, your hands lift my shoulders so that I am standing. I watch you dry my lower half off, taking the upmost care to not over-stimulate my pussy.
~you may continue~
“Remember how I had you stand before?” I nodded. “Words next time love. I want you back over there, same position. This time I am going to spank your ass until it is a decent shade of red, but do not worry love. I know your limit and I will not come close to it. You are just going to feel a sting for the next few hours. Afterwards, I’m going to plug you back up. Not going near any of your limits love. Do you understand?”
I answered you, going to take the position you wanted me in. I loved spankings. Every time we had sex, which was a lot, I begged to be spanked. I lived for our spankings. There have been times where I have cum only from spankings. All of this, of course, which you knew. I felt every swat against my ass. Any arousal that you had washed off was back, if not dripping down my leg. By the time you finished, I knew I would feel the tingling of my ass for the rest of the night. Knew, too, that it would make the play later even more intense as I knew that there was no way you would let me cum until my essay was done.
“One-minute love. Up on the counter you go,” spreading my legs, you took a quick lick of my arousal straight from my pussy. I heard you hum at the taste. “Okay little one, slide your ass to the edge, I’m going to finger your ass open a bit more. May have you keep my cock warm while you work.”
“That sounds amazing, daddy. Can I have you and the plug?” I said looking up at you with a pout. Even on the counter I was still shorter than you. I loved it.
You grinned down at me, “As if I could ever refuse my snookums,” my giggle making your eyes sparkle down at me. “but you are going to wait a little while. That seems more like a reward for when you are almost done, doesn’t it?,” at my nod, you continued, “Okay baby. I am going to go get a bigger plug, the lube, and then I will come back. In the meantime, scoot back so that your back is against the mirror, and you can pull your legs up, lovey.”
“Mmmm. You got it babe.” Our playtime going from a daddy vibe to an us vibe. Purely us, cringey names and everything. Doing as you asked, I watched as you lubed the plug on your way over to me. Meeting my eyes for a moment to ensure that I hadn’t changed my mind. Contradicting how you pulled the plug out of me, you slowly entered the plug, inch my inch, meeting my eyes every few seconds to make sure that I wasn’t going to get overwhelmed. Once the plug was nicely settled against my ass, “I love you. And I appreciate you,” I whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.
“I more than love you. Now hop off and let’s go cuddle until you are able to get your essay done.” We walked into the bedroom; our hands intertwined. I watched as you got onto the bed, adjusting the pillows to create your perfect back rest. I climbed in between your spread legs and settled down, just able to feel your semi-hard on against my butt. “Let me know when you are close to finishing you essay, we can have you become my favorite cock warmer.”
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