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Rushing around trying to get ready quickly, I heard my phone buzz,
“I’m here.”
Fuck. Why am I not ready? Also, my leg is bleeding fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I quickly texted him to give me some more time. He’s not going to be happy about that. My pulse was so heavy, I could barely think. My mouth was begging to taste him again – fuck my hair. The ambiguous intensity of the need I have for him was a little bit scary but exciting, nonetheless. I could feel it pulsating through my blood. I texted him to come in as I ecstatically ran to the door. There he was standing in front of me again, looking so delicious as always. I wasn’t wearing a bra, I was in tracksuit bottoms – first time for everything I guess. I liked that he pushed me to expand my boundaries and limits. I was eager to explore with him.
Oh god, the way he looked at me. He had the power to start a forest fire inside my body. It felt simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. Oh. My. I was nervous. I felt like a giddy, shy little girl around him. My tummy was filled with tiny, happy, little butterflies as he edged towards me slowly. I wondered if he felt them too? I knew what was coming and I was ever so ready for it. Our lips collided and his tongue evaded my lips. My breath hitched as he grabbed a fist full of my thick hair. Undeniably, I craved more. I needed him more than ever. There was something so primal about the way he kissed me, the way he touched and the way tasted me. It was as if he knew what my body needed without asking. I wanted to devour every inch of his body. I smiled as he pulled away and eagerly ran upstairs to my bedroom with him.
He seemed comfortable around me which only further motivated me to be such a good girl for him. I wanted to be perfect. To go above and beyond, be the best sub I possibly could. More importantly, what was he going to make me do today? God, I was so overwrought with discomposure for what was to come. On my bed were three different panties. Each one perfectly laid out, side by side. The first, baby pink and lacy. The second, a mauvey-pink colour, again lacy but more of a cross between a thong and a panty. Lastly, a grey pair of panties with a little bow and diamanté in the front. Sir was going to choose the panties I wear for him today.
I always batman escort take extra care in tasks, why? I wondered. I barely knew him, but just the thought of being his sub was making me light headed with excitement. I was no longer in control and I needed him to see he can trust me to follow his rules. My mind was overwhelmed with intrusive, depraved and overly sexual thoughts about him. He unlocked something inside me I didn’t know I had. I was ready to learn. I had an inkling he was going to choose the mauve panties and to my surprise I was right! I know what he likes, heh.
He left the room and a small piece of paper on the bed. I squealed with excitement as I frantically opened it. It read,
“First of all, thank you for being a good girl and letting me choose your panties.
1. I would like you to hang the old panties on your door handle
2. Then put on your new panties and get on the bed ready to be spanked!
3. Pull your pants down so I can see the pretty new panties – call me when ready.”
Fuck. Too many butterflies. Earth to me. Wake up girl, he’s waiting. I was excited, horny, my cheeks flushed and I couldn’t breathe because that was so cute but made me so nervous.
I’ve never shown anyone my panties let alone my bare ass like that before but I trusted him. He was patient with me, something I truly valued and respected. That in itself further fuelled my need to serve him. I nervously pulled my pants down. It was almost as if his eyes were watching me undress even though he wasn’t there. I eagerly put on my new panties running my fingers along the lace. I hope he likes it. I hung the old ones on the door exactly like how Sir asked me to. My face was burning with desire, my knees weak. I want him. I need his touch. It was my primal instinct. I’m definitely going to taste his cock today if he asks me to. I was ready to play his dangerous game.
I called Sir to enter my bedroom and quickly got into position of the bed. I was trembling with excitement. I heard his footsteps as he approached the door. I didn’t dare look back. I could feel his presence. I heard his breath as he walked towards me. My pulse was in overdrive. He was so close. The anticipation turned me on so yalova escort much I could feel my pussy start to throb. His smooth hands glided over my ass, so effortlessly. My mind was whirring with depravity. I wanted Sir to put a tail plug in my ass ever since he showed me that picture on Instagram. Focus.
“Hmmm, I like your panties”
I melted at the sound of his deep voice. My body was trembling with lust as he placed soft little kisses and bites on my ass, taking his time to almost worship me. I so desperately wanted him to slide my panties to the side and relieve my aching pussy. Could he see my arousal? I felt a sharp sting on my ass which brought me back to reality. Fuck, he’s spanking me. I need more. I need to taste him.
I pulled my pants up and sat astride his lap on the bed. Sir slowly planted a kiss on the base of my neck gently trailing his way down towards the swell of my breasts. He unbuttoned my top and grabbed them with both of his hands as he flicked his tongue over my nipples eliciting sharp bolts of electricity directly to my already throbbing, wet pussy. I felt ravenous and out of control, like an animal. I wanted him to fuck me and mark me as his slut. Sir reminded me of my reward today – my first love bite. I was excited for him to leave a mark on my body because it gave me the sense of belonging to him. I liked being owned.
I felt sharp pressure, followed by soft nibbles. I was beyond horny. His hands made their way into my panties, slowly slipping his finger deep inside my dripping pussy. Without realising, I was grinding on his hand eager to cum like the greedy girl I was. I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy.
“Why are you wriggling?” Sir teased.
“Maybe we should go watch TV downstairs”
I nodded in agreement despite my desperation for him to play with me. We went downstairs and snuggled up on the leather sofa with my head on his lap and his hand taunting my sensitive nipples. He was so calm choosing something to watch oblivious to how wet he was making me. I took matters into my own hands and asked for permission to play with my pussy. Sir nodded, I quickly slid my hand into my panties and made my way to my clit and began to play. I was so horny. But to my surprise Sir got ordu escort up and instructed me to kneel in front of him. Shit. I know why. I was about to see a cock for first time in my life. I was desperate to taste him. Sir instructed me to pull his pants down revealing his Calvin Klein boxers. I could already make out an outline of his hardness. Nervously, I pulled his boxers down, looking up at Sir for reassure and he nodded urging me to carry on. My breath stopped. Oh. My. God. I never thought I’d find a cock so attractive. I grabbed it with both my hands and observed how thick and hard Sir was for me. I looked up at him.
“Good girl, now kiss it”
I planted a small kiss on the tip of his hard cock. I remember watching a blowjob on a porn video and swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. He inhaled sharply. Hmmm, I think he liked that, hehe.
“Where did you learn that?”
I grinned shyly. Sir grabbed a fistful of my hair as he instructed me to suck his cock, guiding my head with his hand and pulling me up for kisses. His cock was delicious and once again I was insatiable. My panties were damp as ever and I exploded with heat. I was captured in a whirlwind of lust and excitement between each kiss and lick. Whenever I was in his presence, I lost all sense of my surroundings and time. I hyper focused on his needs. This startled me a little but I trusted Sir wholeheartedly. Trust was very important in this particular dynamic.
I wanted to taste his cum, I wanted to feel him explode inside my mouth so badly. I was deeply intoxicated by his scent, his kisses, the way he roughly but gently handled me, the sound of his voice and lastly the unearthly stare like he was looking into my soul like he knew every dirty little secret of mine. I continued to suck his cock like a good girl until he was close to cumming . He alerted me that he was about to cum and I grabbed his hard thighs as I looked up at him. I could feel his hot, delicious cum fill my mouth and hit the back of my throat. There was so much it began to dribble down my chin. I eagerly swallowed every last drop of his cum. He ushered me upstairs to the bathroom. Sir grabbed the tissue and gently cleaned my face. Oh god. I had butterflies again. Who knew such small and insignificant gesture would make me so excited.
We headed back to the sofa and watched TV. I felt vulnerable. I felt empowered. I felt sexy. In that moment I decided I want to be his cumslut and only his. I was eager to serve. To fulfil all his darkest desires. Little did I know this was the last time I’d see him for a year.