To say I fucked him would be an understatement. I used him like a little bitch. My bitch. To fulfill all my desires. Or, whatever desires that I had left after I let the stranger fuck me into orgasmic bliss. I let him, the stranger, take control of me. I let him use me. I let him cum wherever he wanted, when ever he wanted. I submitted to him. Not my husband. Not my cheating husband. It was my turn to dominate; and dominate I did.
He sprang from the couch like a seven-year-old being scolded for not cleaning his room. He looked at me and smiled, but I didn’t return his smile. I simply motioned with my whip toward the bedroom. He did as he was directed. I asked him if his pathetic cock was getting hard yet and told him to lay on the bed on his back. As he walked past, I cracked my whip on his ass. He went a little faster.
After he was on the bed, still in his clothes, I walked toward him. He began to unbutton his pants. “Did I say to unbutton your fucking pants? No, I didn’t.” He stopped. “This isn’t for you. This is for me. Do you understand that? This is for MY pleasure, not yours.” He leaned back and smiled. “Do you fucking understand me or not?” I yelled. This time he answered. And I think he finally understood that this wasn’t a simple sex game and that I was serious. Or maybe he was clueless, who knows.
I got onto the bed and straddled his face. My hands grabbed the top of the headboard to steady myself and I slowly rocked back and forth on this face. My panties were still on. He reached up and tried to move them to the side. I got up, quickly. “Did I tell you that you could fucking touch me? I don’t think so. I reached into the nightstand drawer and retrieved a pair of handcuffs. “Put your hands together above your head.” He hesitated. “Now goddammit.” He did as I said. I cuffed him, hard and tight. I resumed my position. I was wet from bossing him around. This time, I slid my panties to the side, but kept them on, exposing my tight little perfect pussy. Way better than the fat chick he was fucking on the side. I grabbed the top of the headboard and lowered myself, but not all the way down. I wasn’t going to let him taste me. He loves tasting me. Instead I stalled; and let my sweet flower dangle inches above his mouth. He was whimpering a little, almost begging to taste me. I lowered myself more, less than an inch separated my lips from his. He thought he was about to taste me, and then, I reached down and pulled my panties over, so they covered my pussy. And then, I sat on him. Fuck him, he will have to wait.
I rocked back and forth on his face, and the only thing he could taste was the silk that covered my wet little flower. I got myself a bit worked up; I must say. The vibration and the friction more than turned me on; or perhaps it was the power that I controlled him at that very moment. Tease and denial. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking of her? Or was he wanting to taste me? I stopped. “Do you think you deserve to taste me?” I asked. “Do you want to feel my wetness on your lips, and in your mouth?” He said yes. “Say please.” He didn’t say anything. I reached down and slapped him across the face, hard. “Say please if you want to get near my pussy ever again.” This time, he obeyed. I stood up, on the bed, straddling his face still. I looked down on him like he was peasant. I slid my panties off and tossed them aside. And now I stood, towering over his face, dripping onto him. “Open your mouth,” I said. He finally caught on and I didn’t have to say it again. Using the headboard as a crutch, I lowered myself. I stopped a couple inches from his mouth, my pussy dripping wet, and I’m sure he had had a taste by now. Then, I continued. I put my pussy on his mouth and began to wiggle. I felt his tongue enter me, and he began to lick like a good boy. His hands were still cuffed so it was all me. He couldn’t guide my hips, he couldn’t touch himself, he couldn’t reach for my tits, he was a helpless little bitch. And he was there for my pleasure only. I rode him faster. His two-day old stubble teased my lips and stimulated the nerves in my inner thigh. Faster. And then, I stopped. I sat on him, his face, leaned back, and began to rub my clit.
I was getting close to cumming in his mouth, but not quite yet. I reached for the key to the handcuffs. “If I undo these, can you behave?” No answer. I slapped him, harder than last time. “Fucking answer me you fucktoy.” He obeyed, and I uncuffed him. My legs still straddled his face and I was leaning back so I could touch my clit. But I wanted to be pleased elsewhere. I scooted my body forward and leaned back even farther. His tongue was now in the oh-so-great area between my pussy and my ass. “Lick,” I said. He did as he was told. Fuck, his tongue felt good along the crevice of my ass. I wiggled my body in such a fashion that he almost had to lick me there. I began rubbing my clit again. His tongue was making small circles around my pretty little hole. It had to be better than hers. I wondered if he licked her ass in the shower. I know her soapy tits were pressed against the glass, and her fucking yellow underwear was in my washer. Did he lick her there? I rubbed my clit harder. His tongue was doing more than circles now. I spread my legs a little wider. He licked faster and I rubbed even harder. I came. My creamy juices started flowing out my pussy and onto his mouth. I moved so he had to taste it. I wiggled my clit across his lips and let my cream seep into his mouth. “Fucking swallow it,” I said. I sat there for a few seconds, holding him down, pinning him to the bed with my legs. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me.”
Did he get to fuck me? Did I use him more? Spoiler: The yellow panties are about to be shown to him. Click here to see what happens next.