Fuck, you're squeezing me tight. That’s it, relax... good girl. You're taking me so well sweetheart. You feel me nice and deep? That's it, cum for me sweetie I've got you, I've got you, I'm here. That was intense for you huh? You did so good, I think you deserve a nice creampie as a reward. Aww did that make you cum again? You're so cute. Alright, I get it. You want two creampies tonight don't you? My greedy girl, anything for you.
[Content: Short self insert drabble, cunnil oral f receiving, body hair, body worship, praise klnk]
When you get between my legs and you're drooling and desperate for a taste, begging me to let you start your feast. You're inhaling my scent, nuzzling my hair down there, using your fingers to comb through the curtain and pry open the doors to where your meal awaits. The juices are already dripping and you haven't even started yet. My hand stroking your hair soothes you and you look up at me, what a sweet sight you are between my thighs. I finally give you the go ahead and you dive in eagerly like a predator suddenly unchained. It's no food eating contest though, you slow down to savor me, you moan at the taste and how much you love this dessert, crave it, need it. How sweet I am to let you have it, to let you unwind me so. Every time you come up for air it's to shower me with praise.
"You taste so good. Like sweet wine."
"I love how your body responds to me, like it was made for me."
"You're perfect all laid out like this, all for me."
"Cum for me again sweetheart you can do it, I need to drink more of that sweet cream. There you go, good girl. Fuck, tastes so good."
After you've finally had your fill of eating, or you've forced me to tap out when I'm a shaking twitching crying mess, you give my body a small break. You patiently watch for when my nerves have started to settle. Your hand clasping mine to ground me as I come back down. Then your tongue returns to my core but this time it's to gently and thoroughly lick your plate clean. Your reward for your hard work, and you love it. Not a drop of my cum goes to waste, you make sure you get to finish lapping it all up.
You did such a good job, what a good darling you are for me. I love that my pleasure was also your pleasure. I love that about you.
I'm on your lap but you're in control, your hands gripping onto me and moving me with you to take your thrusts so slow and sweet. Cooing praises in between kisses while I can only reply in whimpers and moans. I'm lost to the feeling of you stretching and filling me while wrapping me up in your affections. You tug at my collar to pull me closer and kiss my neck right above and below it. I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours.
[Content: Cunnilingus, Dubcon to Consensual, Receiver Doms, Multiple Orgasms, Overstim, Breathplay via Tie Pulling-Office Attire, Slight Voyeurism, Aftercare]
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I'll prowl around the office staff until I find one I like. Grabbing their tie and pulling them into the nearest conference room before they can protest.
They're forced to follow me until I sit down in one of the chairs. We make eye contact. Aww, they look confused. That's cute.
I give a sharp tug on the tie and they stumble forward, almost faceplanting into my lap. Close... Nearly there.
With my free hand I press down on their shoulder and their body instinctually drops to one knee for balance.
Down, I say, to keep them there. Holding their gaze as I shift just enough of my clothes to pull my underwear down.
Their eyes immediately go to the soft spot of hair between my legs, unable to look away as I spread them wider and scoot to the edge of my chair.
They shift forward and bring their head right where to I want them now. My hand still holding the tip of their tie but I didn't even have to pull anymore. Didn't have to, but...
I see the pleading look in their eyes, hear the whine under their breath. So I give them what they want, what we both want.
I wrap my fingers tighter around their tie now and pull once. It's a signal of Yes, Proceed.
They dive in. First nuzzling the patch of hair in greeting and taking in a deep breath of my scent. Then, like a swimmer, they plunge into the wetness fully dripping now between my folds. Every lick, suck, kiss, and flick of their tongue creates more of a puddle for them to drown in.
I lose myself to the sensation of their mouth working me to release much quicker than I expected. It's almost as if they'd been studying my body and already knew exactly how they would please me.
I cry out with a shock as the first peak hits me mercilessly, and they don't stop, licking me through it and beyond. My wrist keeps jerking its hold on their tie, as my whole body shakes in my pleasure.
They're in pleasure too. I can feel the vibrations of their moans as their tongue presses harder into me.
I forget how to count. I don't know how many times I've cum. How many times that cum has been eaten up just to make room for more. Fuck... They're really good at this.
I feel my head empty, replaced with only pure bliss. The problems of the day long forgotten.
I feel myself come back down from my high of highs as my overactive nerves start to protest. I open my eyes, checking that the worker's tie is still in my hold, and tug twice. Pull, pull.
Their mouth stills on my body, and I release their tie, leaving them free to pull back at their own pace. They look just as blissed out as I feel.
I shift my clothing back into place, and rise from my seat.
Stay, I softly command. I'll be right back.
I return shortly with a cup of ice from the break room. Their breath catches as I reach for their tie, and I stroke their shoulder reassuringly before continuing.
I reach up to loosen the tie, opening it up to expose their neck. I take their hand for a moment, stroking over their knuckles with my thumb before bringing an ice cube to lightly press on the back of their hand. Ensuring they're expecting the cold sensation now and won't have too much of a shock, I bring the ice cube up to their neck then.
Lightly I start dabbing the ice against the reddened skin now circling their neck under the shirt collar where the tie had been pulled. When I'm done, I give a soft kiss to their throat, and adjust their tie back into it's worn position.
They thank me as we leave the conference room, and secretly they hope I'll pick them again.
When I return to my desk I write 'Meeting' in my daily log with the amount of time I had been away.
Back to work. I'm feeling pretty good about today.
I am someone who doesn't give blowjobs and will very much shy away if I feel there is an expectation for one. That said, I DO for some reason have a hypothetical fantasy of what my ideal blowjob/deepthroating experience would be.
First of all, they are sweet and well behaved through and through. They don't let themselves lose control and get rougher or turn it into face-fucking just because it felt too good. There would have to be A LOT of trust built up there. As well as understanding that I am not intending to bring them to orgasm in my mouth or be forced to swallow. They will know that I just am having this particular rare expression of how I really love them and they will really appreciate me, yeah? Yeah.
There would be a nonverbal safeword gesture established beforehand so that I will be able to communicate to stop at any time even without my mouth free.
So we would get in a position that is comfortable for the both of us. They would help but let me take control and ease into things at my own pace. They might grip the base of their erection for me, and I settle my hands over theirs so that they are holding while I am directing.
I'd start by kissing the head and giving some gentle licks. They might twitch and groan but never lose patience or think that I'm teasing. They know that all of this would be a rare treat to them that they would want to savor, and do everything in their power to make me feel comfortable enough through the whole experience that it could potentially, even maybe, be something I want to engage in again.
I would take their cock slowly, very slowly into my mouth. Gradually easing the tip in and taking breaks as needed inch by inch. My mouth is on the smaller size, so I might not fit as much of their length anyway. They would put one of their hands on the back of my head and use it to gently guide me down, not push, just guide. Then they would use their hands to hold me there while I have their cock in my throat. Not holding my head down but acting as support, to rest against, to relax into their touch.
They would be petting my head and telling me I'm a good girl taking them so well. Lots and lots of praises! After a few counts, they'd say 'okay back up' and guide my head back up to release them. They would talk me through taking deep breaths and returning my breathing to normal. They'll kiss away any tears that fell involuntarily whether from the pressure in my throat or my nervousness and they'd make sure I'm okay. If I wanted to go again then we would repeat our steps, comfortably holding for a bit and then back up again.
Once I indicate that I'm ready to stop, then we stop and it's aftercare time. They'll kiss and lick my throat soothingly. They'd bring me water and anything else I needed and more and more praises of how I did such a good job and they're so proud of me and they're so happy I trusted them and they loved it, love me. And I would praise them too, thank you for holding back, for being gentle, for treating me preciously. You are precious to me too, and that is why I had this urge all of a sudden to express some of that with my mouth, without words.
[Content: Short blurb, P in V. Noncon, can be read as CNC. Dead Dove or Dove Playing Dead. Some Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation]
When you've forced yourself on me, thrusting in and out of my sopping wet cunt despite my no and please stop. I'm crying and squirming and thrashing but you pin my arms and keep me from pushing you away, not that I'd be strong enough to get out from under you. You lean over my helpless body to coo sweet praises at me, how well I'm taking you and how you wish you'd done this sooner. I shiver from your words and clench down with a sob. You kiss and lick my tears away but I can't stop shaking and crying as you have your way with me. I gather all my energy to try to kick you off, I don't want this. But oh, that kick was a bad, bad idea. It doesn't stop you, no. That leg I extended you grab it, like I've offered it to you. You use it as leverage to yank and cause my hips to tilt, and oh, ohhh. This new angle is hitting me just right. I'm cumming, I didn't want this but I'm cumming so hard now. Scream moaning until I'm out of breath, just in time to start cumming again as you keep pounding into that sweet spot like it's the reward you're chasing. You don't want this to end, you're going to have me all night.
There was this time that my dom was busy on the computer. Maybe it was work, maybe it was gaming. I still found myself feeling lonely about it even though he hadn't gone anywhere, we were both in the house together. I was feeling needy and clingy and followed him around from room to room whenever he'd get up. Still, I'll be a good pet, I try to be quiet and not do anything to bother. I just wanted to be close if I could. He noticed, of course. Suddenly he called for me so I scurried over to stand in front of him. When he reached his hand out to my face and lifted my chin, I got very still. I felt the butterflies, nervous excitement for the unexpected attention and what he would do. Then, his lips were on mine. He kissed me hard and with a lot of feeling. Ownership, understanding, love, patience. His hands were holding my cheeks as we kissed, and I melted and felt floaty. After he finished stealing my breath, he kissed my forehead. And then he went back to working or whatever he was doing. Nothing was said but everything was communicated. It took a while before I came back to my body and realized I was just standing there by myself now. At that point I was almost hearts in my eyes and panting like okay I can be good and wait for him to be free to spend time with me. I felt pretty satisfied by the dose I got to keep my mind, body, heart, and spirit at ease for the rest of the day.