A former FWB that I haven't seen in 5 years, and is now married, is looking to check some boxes in their bedroom and cordially invited me. This should be fun.
Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.
Just under one hour.
"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.
He's carrying things. Metal glints.
"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."
Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.
He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.
"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."
You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.
One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.
He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.
You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.
But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.
He hasn't moved. He's just watching.
Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.
You bite your lip until you taste blood.
The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.
He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.
"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.
It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.
When you can see again, you look at the clock.
01:46:12
"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."
The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.
"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.
"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."
You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.
This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.
He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.
Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.
He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.
He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.
He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."
The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.
Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.
The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.
He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.
You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.
Six minutes. After everything. How?
He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.
The thought sends ice through your veins.
Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?
The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.
He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."
Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.
"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."
He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.
"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."
Four minutes on the clock.
Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.
The thrill of meeting my sexy Tumblr mutual in a hotel room last week...something that seemed a fantasy after solo sessions scrolling her blog and devouring her pictures, to chatting online, to fun phone calls as we discussed our likes, kinks, and turnons, which materialized into a fortunate work trip to my state and an invitation to spend the day at her hotel.
The benefit of a confident, experienced woman is a direct invite to her room. Even though I had seen so many pictures of her, opening the door and seeing this incredibly sexy woman in the flesh was even hotter than I had anticipated.
Dressed in a tiny matching set of lace bra and panties, with a cute fur shawl over her shoulders, she said hello and kissed me deeply. Immediately, my hands went for her gorgeous ass that I've been fantasizing about for months. Her ass was beyond firm, and her body was even tighter and fitter than pictures had suggested. She undressed me, and without any more talking she was picked up and thrown onto the bed. A full nightstand full of sex toys was there for our use; I chose a metal anal plug first, and she took it effortlessly. Dragging her to the bed's edge, I pulled her panties to the side, drooled onto her clit and made out with her pussy until the orgasms started.
Added bonus: not only does she have an insatiable sex appetite, she has a filthy mind and filthier mouth, both which are huge turnons for me. Once we started fucking, she was saying every dirty thing that makes my cock throb. After several minutes of alternating between hard pounding and sloppy pussy eating, I needed to cum on her pretty face, but she begged to get her perky, pierced nipples drenched. She said no one has cum on her new tits yet, so I obliged. Straddling her, I jerked off all over her tits while she moaned approval. This visual had my cock harder than ever, so I slid back in and fucked her until the second load filled her pussy.
If that ended there, it was the perfect day. Instead, that was only the beginning. After a break, she sat me down on the couch, dropped to her knees and greedily sucked my cock. But first, she pulled up a video of her sucking and fucking her main guy, which I watched with one hand holding her phone and the other with a fistful of hair while her slutty mouth sucked my cock. The visual of her giving another guy head while blowing me was wild! Once I got close to orgasm, I held her hair with both hands and pumped her mouth up and down, telling her how she's my slut today, until I exploded. Then she slid up (remember, I said 'insatiable'), kissed me with a mouthful of cum, and started riding my cock hard. I held her tiny waist and bounced her up and down until I came again in her tight hole.
To think we were only in the room about 90 minutes at that point. My fingers and mouth kept her pussy occupied, and during the next round of oral sex she began to squirt into my mouth with each orgasm. It was like I discovered possibly the most honry, sexual woman ever. She kept cumming and squirting with fingers, mouth, cock and toys. There is NOTHING as hot as a woman having a squirting orgasm. This body of hers was built for sex.
Over and over, sucking and fucking all afternoon into the evening. Tasting her pussy with so much cum dripping out of her, and using my cum as lube while fucking her with her dildos. By the time I finally dressed, she had taken so many loads of cum in her perfect pussy, mouth, and body. She sent me home with pictures, videos, and completely drained with a promise that next time will be dirtier, although I cannot imagine how.
Anytime I see a picture on here of a sexy woman, on all fours and arching her ass up, reminds me of one of my favorite unexpected encounters.
I was at a work conference in Puerto Rico maybe 8 yrs ago. When I went to the pool solo upon arrival, I started chatting with this woman who, turns out, was one of my coworkers from a few states away that I only knew from email. We met and chatted in the hotel pool bar and then in the pool. She was sexy, with fun curves, wearing a great bikini and had one of the best smiles I've ever seen to this day.
We were standing in the pool having our drinks, and the subject matter turned to relationship status. I said I'm married (I did not tell her it was an open marriage), and she brought up being divorced no kids, and that her ex-husband was a sex addict.
Although there is no guarantee, I've fucked enough women to know that when they mention sex first it generally means they're interested (even in this scenario).
I mentioned I've met a couple divorced and married women before who had said that about their spouses, as I'm in an open marriage and have chatted alot with women, etc. The conversation took a slightly edgy turn from there onward, and it became fun and flirty after that.
Fun dinner that night with a group, and into conference the next day. While I'm sitting in this meeting at a large conference table, she and I begin texting. She didn't waste any time, and told me that when she was walking to my room before dinner to knock and say hi, she purposely didn't wear any underwear and was hoping I'd quickly find out. Alas, another coworker ran into her so that attempt was abandoned before I knew anything about it.
I told her that's one of the hottest things I've heard, and asked if she's wearing any now. She put the phone under the table, opened her legs and took a selfie of her lace panties covering her pussy, and sent it to me. Such a sexy piece of lingerie to bring to a work conference!
Needless to say, the morning conference was a blur. She and I took a cab back to the hotel at lunch. I told her that I'm eating her with those on, and they will be soaked from my spit and her pussy before we fuck.
On the way up to my room, she flat out asked when I fuck a woman from behind, do I prefer them on all fours, or just their ass up. I said head and shoulders down, ass up so I can pound her. She smiled and said Good, that's how she loves to fuck too.
We walked in, I told her to stand there and stare at the bed while I took her dress off from behind. She had on a matching bra, so I left it on her. I led her to the bed and told her to lay down and spread her thighs so I can see. She did, and I just stared at her soaked panties while I undressed. Then I leaned over, let a long string of drool run off my tongue and hit the wet spot on those lace panties. She moaned and put her head back.
After I made her cum from my mouth, I flipped her over, pulled those ruined panties down her thighs, she arched her ass high in the air and let me use her pussy until I blew my load deep inside. Total raw fucking, not holding back. Pulling hair, calling her my work slut, slapping her ass. The whole time she was screaming, as she's one of those women that once you break the seal on the first orgasm, they're cumming nonstop.
Then I flipped her back over, licked my cum out and fed it to her off my tongue. That made her crazy hot. Evrry woman loses their minds when you do that to their pussy. A few more rounds with her pussy and sucking me off while I looked out over the balcony at the ocean. She was a well fucked cum whore by the time we went to dinner.
Fun conference, mainly because I enjoyed a cumslut for a couple days. I used her holes a few more times back in the States before she got a boyfriend and moved on. Always made me smile when she emailed me afterwards, acting all professional and knowing she sends pics of her pussy at work. Sadly, never took any pics when we fucked. Oh well. I don't make that mistake any more, obviously.
There are few things hotter than a woman on a bed, lifting her ass up to allow you to pull her jeans off before eating. Will never, ever stop being fucking sexy.
Bought this for my favorite cumslut. Tomorrow morning I'm going to put it around her neck without her seeing what it says.. Only until after her first facial will I take a pic and let her see.
Blocked out the family photos that hang in her room, which she liked to face while getting fucked from behind.
The minute the kids left for school and husband for work, she sent pictures while she waited for me to arrive each time, to treat her like a dirty whore until she's covered and filled with cum. Polite wife and mom, and filthy sex fiend.
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