I was lay on the end of my bed on my back, stretching out my body as I tried to waken myself up a little more. My head tipped back over the edge of the bed and i twisted my body leisurely. Then sir, standing in the doorway unbeknown to me, makes a comment about how sexy I look stretching like that.
I scoff and roll my eyes, laughing, embarassed a little that he had caught me unawares. He raises an eyebrow and pushes off of the doorframe and takes a step closer.
My body reacts before my mind can catch up and the feeling pools in my stomach jolting my very core. I moan softly and arch slightly off the bed.
I whimper, the sensation inside building as another pusle of pleasure flushes through me. I love it and i love the lack of control i have over the feeling. Im a pupet to his whim.
He takes another step closer. “Edge for me, slut.”
Oh god. My hips move of their own accord and my pussy pulses once again. I want him. I want his cock. I want his touch. All i can do is pant on the bed, watching his carefully guarded face. Entranced by him. Im a slut for him. His slut.
Fuck. I need him. I need to please him i need his cock inside me somehow. My legs spread wider for him in invitation of their own accord. I’m so ready for him.
I watch him get even closer. Theres nothing stopping me from reaching out but if he wanted that he would have told me to. I wait, moaning and squirming now even though I’ve barely moved. Turned into a needy mess just by the sound of his voice.
He opens his mouth to speak again only, he doesn’t. Instead he takes that final step and reaches his hand down inbetween my legs, circling my clit ever so lightly. Circling, but never quite touching it, denying me the sensation and it fuels my desperation.
“Please touch my clit sir. ”
He smiles and for a moment i think that’s it and prepare myself for being taken to the very brink of orgasm, prepare to struggle and hold back and beg. But no. Instead he slips his fingers into my hot pussy. And oh. Oh it feels good. But his gentle probing isn’t enough and I’m hungry for more.
I whimper in arousal and frustration and he smiles again. “What’s the matter little one? ”
I moan again. “I want you sir. I want more please.”
He begins to fuck me with his fingers gently, so good and yet not good enough. “Tell me what you want. ”
Oh god. Embarrassment flushes through me as i even consider voicing the things i want him to do another wave of arousal hits me in the same moment. Judging by the smile on his face, we’re both getting off on my humiliation and desperation. But i want it so badly. So i suck in a deep breath and i try.
“I want you to fuck me with your cock sir. Want you to use me for your pleasure. Want to be your dirty little slut sir.”
“You’re already my dirty little slut.”
I moan louder now, my pussy desperately clenching around his fingers. I can feel my inhibitions slipping away, giving into his pleasure.
“Yes sir. Always a slut for you. Please sir. ”
He hums and smiles once again, withdrawing his fingers despite my whimpered protests. He looks like he’s enjoying himself which makes me flush with warmth while trying to figure out his next move.
It becomes clear when he holds his fingers out towards my mouth and i whimper involuntarily, opening my mouth obediently and suckling my own juices from his fingers.
I feel the heady rush consume me, turning me to mush as my chest heaves. I’d gladly do whatever he asks of me next, the sweet taste of my own arousal still lingering on my tongue.
It’s then that sir brings his other hand to card through my hair and gently kisses my forehead.
I whimper and squirm, taking some deep breaths, encompassed in his warmth. Knowing everything will be okay. Knowing that sir wants me in such a state. Knowing i can be a good girl for him.
“Time to get up and get dressed little one.”
It feels so good to be reduced to such raw need and want and submission. It feels so natural and freeing.
For a long moment he holds me in his arms. Breathing deeply, i start to calm and relax, my desperstion settling into the delicious ache i love so much. I feel so good. So lucky. Pleased with myself for pleasing sir. Cared for and obedient. Then with another kiss, he straightens up and heads back out towards the door, turning to smile at me before he leaves.
His grin is infectious and I beam at him, soon giggling in the aftermath of his mischievous whim.
yousharknotpass
turnnoffyourmind
tangentwithtanner
romaincrisis
amandla
izzy806
gummygunk
stormborns
