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Sorry About the Mess

A Male Dominance Story by Ximenawrites

[my actual pen name, on The Erotic Writer]

Her head was beginning to swim, but she tried to hold still as he rubbed his hands over her sore ass. He was particularly vicious that day, ordering her on his lap without waiting to see whether she was in the mood. The look on his face told her that she would only suffer more if she argued, so she complied without a word.

He pulled down the white cotton panties that she wore while she menstruated. She blushed when he didn’t react to the string pinched between the oversensitive lips of her cunt. He knew that she had a thing about sex during her period - that it nauseated her - but he simply pointed to the floor and gently pushed her torso off his lap.

“What are you doing-” she asked, but he simply gave her jiggling ass a squeeze as she wrapped her thighs around his slim hips.

“Elbows bent, palms to the floor. You can rest your cheek on the floor too so the blood doesn’t rush to your head as quickly.”

She obeyed, and shivered against the wood. Her house shirt rode up to her shoulders and her naked breasts mounded over his cold bare feet. She wondered whether he felt her nipples harden. He touched the rosy welts on her ass so painfully that she began to wiggle off his lap with the sting. He smacked her ass hard enough for her to grunt into the wood.

“Wrap your legs around me, tight!” She whimpered and obeyed again. His hands caressed the insides of her thighs softly, then pulled at her panties to get a better look at her pussy. He pinched her lips closed near her clit and stroked until she began to lose strength in her legs, then tugged on the tampon string.

She felt a hot flash of anger and tried to wiggle free.

“Please don’t. You know this is the one thing I just don’t like, it’s too messy,” she said, and lifted her head. She heard him unzip his jeans and pull himself out of his boxer shorts. She lifted her torso with her arms and squealed when she felt two saliva slick fingers slide into her asshole and spread her open.

“oh god,” she whispered reverently, surprised at how good it felt. He chuckled above her.

“Stay still, or I’ll fuck you whether you want me to or not — I’m not afraid of your wrath,” he said as he worked his fingers inside her and grabbed greedily at her ass.

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ladymwrites

I should be wrangling data-

But instead, I cannot stop thinking about having a boy flaunt himself before me as I work.

Temptingly nude and plugged, he would be assigned some easy household chores, but he would never be allowed out of my sight.

As the day progressed, I would ease into it, whispering soft praise-

Mmm, sweetie, I love pretty curve of your ass - or - You're making it really hard to concentrate, bending over table like that, gorgeous-

When I could no longer resist, I would finally call him over. I would run my hands over his body, caressing every inch, watching, listening for that special whimper or gasp that told me exactly where he aches to be touched.

Then, I would kiss, lick, nip, and pinch the areas around it.

Oh, look at you, honey - already so hard and hot. You're dripping, and I've barely touched you. Your pretty cock is aching for what - my hand? My mouth? Mmmm, you look like the perfect midday treat -

I would barely rub the tip against my lips, moaning roughly. I might reach around to gently pull on the plug, the slowly take the tip in my mouth as his ass swallows it again. I would do it until his knees shook, then stop, wipe my mouth, and ask him to help me strip. I want him to see how hard my nipples are, and how soaking wet I am. Then I would let him touch me - slide his fingers between my folds to find my clit hot and throbbing, looking deep in his eyes for that telltale shine of hunger -

Then, I would gently move his hand and sit back down.

You're being terribly distracting, sugar, but I've got to work. If I fall behind, I can't tell my boss 'it's late because I was pegging my sweet little cockslut', can I? Go over there and reorganize my books. Mmhmm. Yes, the ones on the bottom shelf.

As he knelt and bent over, arched and vulnerable, to move the books, I would take him in. Soft, sweet, plug peeking from between his cheeks, and would stroke my clit, teasing myself with thoughts of all I would do when the game reached a crescendo ...

When he turned around, and gasped at the sight of me with my leg slung over the arm of the chair, spread wide and stroking, I would beckon to him with a crooked finger - probably wet and red-tipped with friction.

Crawl to me, sweetness. Like the needy boy you are.

Once he was kissing-close, I would spread wider and let him see and feel my heat, as my other hand slid down his torso to caress his cock to hardness again. I would stroke until it seeped with need, then gather it up and rub it on my swollen clit.

Now our wetness is mixed, angel. Want.to taste? You're nodding, but you need to use your words. Yeah? Ooh, that sounded needy. How delicious.

I would let him lick me, swirl his tongue on my swollen bud just enough to make him whimper and chuff with hunger, then gently push him away.

If your tongue feels that heavenly, how would your cock feel in my pussy? It's sooo fucking delicious, you say? Mm, I felt that in my clit, but you need to watch that filthy mouth, honey. You want to make me come? Soon. But, now, be a love and make me a cup of tea.

A little later, as he boiled the water, I would sneak behind him, pull out the plug, and replace it with a lubed finger. I would wait until he felt my strap against his hip, then groan into his shoulderblade as he arched and bent over the counter, ready to receive any stimulation I saw fit to give him...

And I would fuck him until he dribbled honey on the floor, then guide his head between my thighs, under the strap, and let him lick and finger me to coming.

After, my pussy still snapping with orgasm, I might return the favor, sucking on the tip of his cock while I fingerfuck his ass...

But maybe not. I might leave him needy and dripping.

After all, dinner needs to be made.

#daytime thoughts #visions and dreams #i thrive on denial #this was ... very fun to write

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Maybe we're all just looking for someone who cares enough to try. Someone who has never had the best memory, but remembers the little things about you. Someone who has always been a little shy, but opens up to you. Someone who has never been good at keeping a conversation going, but can't shut up around you. Someone who hates driving on the highway, but spends hours on it to get to you. We're not hoping to change them, no, we're just hoping to matter enough to them.