A man cumming inside you accidentally is so hot. Like he just couldn't help himself, your pussy made him feel too good, he couldn't pull out in time. And he groans so loud when he shoots his load into you
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A man cumming inside you accidentally is so hot. Like he just couldn't help himself, your pussy made him feel too good, he couldn't pull out in time. And he groans so loud when he shoots his load into you
Your wife introduced her sister to chastity-play, and she took to it quite eagerly. She even came up with a ‘fun little idea’ for you and her husband. Every time one of you gets a release day, the other sub has to eat his cum. When you get a release day, he has to eat your cum, and when he gets a release day, you have to eat his.
The only problem is that your sister-in-law is a far more ‘generous’ domme than your wife. While you stay locked every day except for your birthday, she gives her husband weekly releases, and loves to treat him to blowjobs. Now every Sunday you’re having them over for dinner, with a hot load of cum being your weekly dessert. You hate every second of it, but on the bright side, only 40 more weeks until it’s your turn!
Im lucky enough to have a wife that wants to be more dominant, but she isn't really sure how to progress, and I dont wanna tell her "do these exact things" because I want it to be genuine. How can I help guide her without being too hands on?
I think the best advice I could give is: she's discovering herself as well, and you must respect this. There's this misconception about preferences surrounding both subs and doms, like they're supposed to get everything figured out and know exactly how to guide the moment, knowing all their likes and dislikes, because they already knew deep down in which "position they wanna be" and it's just everything natural with linear progress.
However, the thing is: it doesn't happen like that. Discovering yourself, and discovering your partner isn't a linear progress.
She needs space to figure things out and gain confidence in her position, to discover what she enjoys. It could happen that she discovers to love something you're not really into or vice versa. You both can also ending up discovering something none of you had actually thought to be into.
If she decided to try something you like, I'm sure your body and mind will show her how much you enjoy it. Just make sure to keep communication and consent, ALWAYS.
At the end of the day, discovering yourself is just like learning how to speak or ride a bicycle for the first time. There's ups and downs you both need to learn about each other, so don't get frustrated if she misspells a word or loses her equilibrium, she's also learning. I'm sure that if you respect her time and communicate, you gonna get yourself an amazing, loving and humanized dom.
Just right before he cums, you need to pull his hair and make him admit out loud he's your slut. Then, stop whatever kind of stimulation you're doing on him and watch how many times he's gonna desperately admit anything you want, repeating frantically until his needy voice is engraved in your mind.
And it’s even more humbling when she calls you GOOD BOY, GOOD BOY, for being so good at cleaning up.
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During the day: Him being a fully functional member of society, working, running errands, hanging out with friends, and so on...
At night: A good boy begging Mommy to let him cum, as I've been edging him for the past hour~
"Maybe you need to beg harder, puppy...Or is your mouth only good for pleasuring Mommy?" ♡
“Put this shirt on” mommy says, throwing one of hers at me, a white tshirt, pink cuffs and neck Iining, nothing crazy. Oh it also says princess across the front, cause that’s what mommy is.
“Uhm…okay mommy..” I’m confused, but it’s not my place to ask questions, so I put it on.
She then points to the ground, one time, our signal for me to remove my pants. So I do, quickly, eagerly. Mommy is so pretty, you can’t blame me.
She forces me back onto the bed. I’m already leaking, hard, wearing nothing but the tshirt she gave me. It’s kinda big, I’m smaller than mommy.
Lost in thought, until I feel her fingers wrap around me, tongue teasing the very tip of my cock. Precum leaking right onto the tip of mommy’s tongue.
And then she spits, a big slow drop, impact on the tip of my cock, running down all sides, over her fingers. My hips buck. I’m eager, practically ready to fuck her hand.
She begins stroking, im a mess already, eyes rolled back, voice breaking, moans escaping in bits and pieces.
I feel the inside of her mouth against me. Tongue against the bottom of my cock. Feeling the roof of her mouth against the tip, sliding to the soft skin in the back of her throat. Like velvet.
Next thing I know I feel it, I’m cumming. I grab her wrist trying to signal. She understands, pulls me from her mouth, stroking me quickly but pointing my cock up at me.
I can’t handle it, I cum, hard, soaking her tshirt, the white fabric practically see through and clinging to my skin now.
And then I hear it. A phone cameras shutter sound. She just took a pic, of me, lying back in her princess shirt, made translucent with cum. Ecstasy on my face.
“Ohhhh don’t worry, this one is for my own personal enjoyment.” She says, laughing, rubbing herself.
I’ve never been so embarrassed and turned on at once..
Complaining about being thirsty while we are out and about so you just grab my chin and spit in my mouth to shut me up. (How’d you know that’s what I meant mommy?)
Imagining how amazing it’d be to finally have mommy ride me for the first time, how eager and desperate I’d be to please. Trying to imitate her movements, match her experience so I can make her feel as good as me.
But I’m no match. It’s not even close. She knows more. Knows what she likes. Mommy is in charge and honestly I’m intimidated by her commanding nature. I just follow like the mindless little toy I am.
My wrists pinned by my head, or maybe she’s got a hand to my throat, pinning me down, the other hand on my chest, fingers curling and carving into my skin.
Holding me still and steady between her thighs, squeezing my hips between them as she rides me. I start to buck and moan and gasp, can’t cum inside of mommy.
And then she demands it. For me to fill her up. It’s scary. She tells me to, such a sharp tone in her voice, like I’ll be in trouble with mommy if I don’t. Like this is what she wanted all along.
So I cum inside. I fill her up. She groans along with me, slumped over, holding me down with a forearm across my throat. Making sure I don’t escape.
And then she sits back up. I thought she was done. No, she’s just beginning.
She lifts off from me, a small pop as the tip leaves her. Then mommy starts to move up, further and further. Until her cum filled pussy is against my lips.
“Eat up.” Mommy says
And I can’t argue because she demands it and I obey, and also because my tongue has already made its way inside.
Dinner date with mommy, casual, nothing crazy. Sitting down beside her, looking at the menu together.
“Shouldn’t you order from the kids menu?” She says. “After all you’re so small next to me.” Picking on me, endearingly of course.
But she knows what that does to me. The uncomfortable shifting in my seat, adjusting for how hard I’m getting. It’s my tell. She knows she’s in my head.
Soon the server approaches, asking for our order. Mommy orders quickly, she’s decisive, in control. But I struggle, I haven’t decided, I have questions, my nerves are getting to me.
And then I feel her hand on my thigh. Creeping towards my cock, I’m so hard already, I can feel the precum in my boxers. She starts rubbing me through my pants.
And I forget all speech. Stuttering to the server, trying to get questions out, face is red, mommy’s hand stroking me.
Finally I say “I-i need another minute please” and the server leaves to give me time.
“Big mistake” mommy whispers, undoing the button to my pants. Pulling me out, throbbing, tip of my cock slimy with precum. Stroking me, milking it from me.
“You should’ve made a choice then, like a big boy. It’s going to be twice as hard when he comes back.”
And sure enough, the server comes back. Mommy’s hand on me under the table. Thumb on the tip, swirling around it, playing with the mess I’ve made, overstimulating me. My legs are shaking. I’m so nervous. Body is tense.
I can’t look at the server in the face anymore, my head is buried in the menu while I try not to squirm too much. I don’t want to get caught but it feels SO good.
Next thing I know, the server is leaving. Mommy picked for me. I don’t know what. My head went fuzzy. I zoned out. Bliss.
I look over at mommy, she’s licking…cum from her fingers? I came? Oh god I truly lost myself. Blanked out entirely. It felt so good.
Can’t believe mommy had dessert before dinner though.
Getting a midnight snack in the kitchen when mommy comes up from behind and wraps a hand around my throat, startling me so much I freeze up in fear, can’t even scream because she’s trapped all speech in my throat.
My heart is pounding. “Aww scared my dumb little boy? I bet you thought it was someone who was gonna hurt you didn’t you?” She whispers into my ear, skin getting goosebumps at the touch of her breath against it.
I nod, still unable to speak, relieved that it’s only mommy.
“Well you were right, it IS someone who’s going to hurt you.” She says, a bit more excitement in her voice as she pushes my face against the cold hard countertop, cheekbone feeling like it’s grinding into the stone.
It hurts. But I still find myself enjoying the thrill.
I feel my collar click around my neck, and then..a leash?
It is, she really leashed me, why mommy?
And then she starts to wrap it around my throat.
One, two, three times. The leash coiled tightly, in a way she can pull just a little to choke me, or release to let me breathe.
“Let’s see which leaves you first, cum or consciousness.” She says, starting to stroke me with her free hand, her other arm on the back of my neck, pressing me into the countertop, leash pulled tightly.
I’m struggling to breathe, struggling to stand as I get closer to cumming, pain in my cheeks and chest as the flat and corner of the countertop grinds into my body.
I’m so close. I’m so so close. I’m not sure to which though, cumming or losing consciousness. And then my legs give out, I drop slightly, only propped up by mommy’s body. This causes the leash to tighten.
I’m seeing stars, I can feel my body preparing for orgasm, but I feel so numb. A confusing sensation.
And then I cum, she lets go, air and consciousness flooding back along with all the dopamine and euphoria of an orgasm.
I slump down into the floor, broken and exhausted. Not a thought in my pretty little head.
Mommy kneels down beside me. “Good boy, let’s get you to bed, you deserve all the after care for that.”
Aftercare…that makes it all worth it mommy thank you
Mommy making me fuck her tits until I finish all over them after teasing me all day, covering them in a glazing of cum.
Then being forced to nurse on her while my cum runs down her chest and onto my face and lips, but I’m not allowed to unlatch. Just keep nursing on mommy while my cum slowly makes a mess of us both.
She always makes me pay for making a mess of her. It’s always worth it.
Cumming in mommy’s pussy and then licking every bit of it from her because a good boy cleans up after himself.
Mommy forcing me to sit on her lap. But before I do she pulls down my pants. I’m not facing her but I hear her spitting. But not on me. Odd.
She grabs my hips, telling me to face forward, so I obey.
And then I feel it. The tip of a strap on. Warm from her spit. Pressing into me. Slowly. She keeps holding my hips. Lowering me, shushing my whimpers and telling me what a good boy I am.
But she stops before I feel the base. It’s not all the way in.
I hear more spitting.
I feel the palm of her hand against the bottom of my cock, fingers wrapping around, spit all over.
“If you want to cum, to feel me stroke you, you’re gonna have to move, pretty boy.” Says mommy
She’s got me in a precarious position. Have to fuck the strap to fuck her hand. And I want to cum for her so badly. So I do it. Reluctant. Nervous.
I feel it go deeper, her hand sliding along my cock, but she doesnt move her arm. It’s all me. Am I fucking her or is she fucking me??
I’m confused, but I move back up, her hand moving along in the opposite direction as I shudder. Feeling myself squeeze the strap.
Fuck. I need her. I need to cum.
So I start bouncing. Moaning, whimpering. It hurts a bit but starts to feel amazing, but is it the plastic she’s making me ride or her hand?
The thought hardly matters. Soon I’m cumming, thick white strands across her fingers, fully lowered into mommy’s cock. Leaning back against her, panting, sweating, covered in my own cum.
And she moves her hand to my mouth. Sticking her cum covered fingers in, pressing on my tongue.
“You may have finished but I haven’t” mommy whispers as she starts thrusting, my moans suppressed as I suck on her fingers, letting her fuck me until she is satisfied.
I just hope I earn some headpats from this…
Mommy stroking me until I cum across her fingers, then using the cum to lubricate me as she keeps stroking. Overstimulating me. Breath cut short as if I’m being plunged into icey water. Legs and body shaking, unable to speak.
It almost hurts, the overwhelming amount of pleasure. I can feel myself about to cum again.
She doesn’t stop. And more comes flowing out.
She asks if I’m done. “Yes mo-“ is all that can leave my lips before she starts stroking again.
Wrong answer. It hurts now. But feels good. It’s too much. But she keeps going. My muscles are weak and sore. I cum again. A dribble down her hand and my cock instead of the explosive force we are used to.
Mommy asks if I’m don’t again.
And it registers within my dumb brain what the right answer is.
“I’m not done until you are, mommy.”
“Good boy, you actually learned this time!” she says, kissing the tip of my cock. Cum sticking to her lips as she pulls back, licking them clean.
So humiliating. I should know better. Mommy comes first. Always.
Mommy, just because I’m lying there, head completely empty, drooling and leaking because you’ve made me cum so hard and so much, it doesn’t mean stop.
Just because I’m so drunk on pleasure and trapped in bliss that I can’t speak to tell you otherwise, it doesn’t mean stop.
Sure my body is numb and I can’t move by any means beyond you forcing me to move yourself like I’m a literal sex doll, but it still doesn’t mean stop.
Never stop. I’m yours. I’m not done until you are, no matter how much my body betrays me, mommy.