Erotic Submission - 8 Dirty Stories Page 3

  She slaps her pussy a few times then climbs onto the bed by my feet. She begins to lick her way up my body, starting with my calves, then my knees, then my thighs. But instead of stopping at my waist she continues up, licking my belly button, then my under my ribs, licking, suckling, lightly biting, her hands exploring my chest as she does so. And then without warning she bites down on my nipple. I hiss in pain but she just laughs and continues on, suckling at my neck for a moment, then kissing me full on the lips, sticking her tongue down my throat with reckless intensity. But even that only lasts a couple seconds, and then she is continuing up towards my head and then before I know it she is sitting on my face, her dripping wet pussy dropping down perfectly onto my mouth and nose, straddling it, pushing down, smothering me, forcing me to breathe her in if I’m to take any breath at all.

  And so I do, inhaling her musky odor into my lungs, holding it, letting it out. She moans in intense pleasure and grinds harder into my face, bouncing up and down. Her pussy is gushing, drenching my chin, my nose, my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick her sweet, supple pussy, the walls slick and delicious and as smooth as the finest silk.

  “Oh fuck yeah, right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she says, losing herself.

  I look up and see her leaning forward and gripping the top of the bed frame, her beautiful tits bouncing around above me, hair amiss, head bowed forward, face screwed up in intense pleasure.

  I hook my arms around her thighs and stick my tongue out even further while pressing down on her hips and into me. She rides my tongue, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, her moans growing in intensity, becoming grunts, then finally culminating in a single, piercing scream before falling silent.

  Her body shudders once, then twice, then three times, each shudder accompanied by a little yelp of pleasure. She is breathing hard and her body is glistening with sweat. She throws her head back, looks up at the ceiling.

  “Now that,” she says, “Is what I’m talking about.”

  She climbs off my face and slides in next to me in bed. Propped up on one arm, she kisses me, tasting herself. She licks her lips and smiles.

  Smiling back, I say, “Now will you please suck my cock?”

  “Honey, after that, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

  And with that she slips down between my legs and takes my cock in her mouth.

  Now I’m not hung like a porn star but I’m not hung like a pimple either, and still she swallows my cock without any problem whatsoever. It disappears between her lips and down her throat in a flash, her eyes fixed on mine the whole time.

  “Ho-ly shit,” I say as I immediately fight the urge to spew in her mouth.

  She winks at me and then shifts her head back a bit and somehow takes my cock even deeper. Lying on my back in the bed I can see the tip of her nose pressing into my groin and feel the tip of my cock pressing against the back of her throat. Then her tongue flicks out from underneath and nestles my scrotum for just a moment, and I shudder in ecstasy and am just on the verge of cumming when she slides my cock out of her mouth. It’s dripping wet and coated with saliva and the tip is white from where the tightness of her throat restricted the blood flow.

  I relax for a moment and the urge to cum passes. As soon as it’s gone she again takes my cock into her mouth, just the tip this time, sucks on it and jerks my shaft with her hand, the leftover saliva making it slick, allowing her to jerk it quickly, up and down, up and down, up and down, her hand squeezing tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on my cock until I’m again only moments from cumming.

  When she feels my tension rising again she slows down her strokes, pulls the tip from her mouth, and proceeds to slowly lick the length of my shaft with her tongue, up and then down, up and then down, up and then down, bringing me again into safe range.

  “Do you want to come yet?” she says.

  “Desperately,” I reply, at this point wanting only to release the incredible, nearly unbearable pressure.

  “Beg for it,” she says while she massages my balls with her right hand and plays with my cock with her left.

  “Please let me cum,” I say.

  She tilts her head and eyes me with a slightly raised brow.

  “Mistress,” I add.

  “That’s better,” she says. “But I want you to say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

  “Please mistress, please let me cum.”

  She laughs and then just like that she deepthroats me again, effortlessly, holding it, holding it, holding it, my cock constricting her breath, gagging her, and then she starts moving her head up and down, up and down her lips moving the full length of my shaft, from tip to base, over and over again, her hair flipping everywhere, covering half her face but her gaze never leaving mine, her eyes deadly serious, hard at work, pushing me to the edge and then over it and my sphincter tightens and I buck my hips and I say, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” over and over again and then my sphincter releases and so does my cock as I feel the cum shooting out, threatening to blow out the back of her throat and then she leans back just a little, changing the angle so the cum will flow better and takes my cock all the way into the back of her throat and holds is there as I cum and cum and cum some more, my body jerking and spasming in uncontrollable bursts and she takes it all, swallowing everything I have to offer seemingly without effort.

  I lean back and stare at the ceiling, exhausted with the effort. My breath is ragged and I’m sweating all over. I put my hands over my face and laugh a little bit to release the tension.

  She slides up next to me and drops her head onto my chest.

  “Have fun?” she says. Her demeanor is relaxed, playful. The role-playing is over.

  “I had a great time,” I say.

  “That’s good,” she says. “I aim to please.”

  “Well you certainly did that.” I reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pull out twenty $100 dollar bills and hand them to her.

  “Thanks, baby,” she says, “Next time you’re in the mood to get pushed around a little bit, make sure you ask for me.”

  “Will do.”

  She taps my leg a couple of times and stands up. “You mind if I finish the wine?” she says.

  “Not at all. Be my guest.”

  She nods in thanks, pours the last glass, throws it down, puts on her clothes, and walks out with nothing more than brief wave goodbye. No pretense, no small-talk, no awkwardness. Just the way I like it.

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  DOMINATED BY MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND

  BROCK LANDERS

  My girlfriend Taylor and I are in our hotel room on the second night of our 3-night vacation in Phoenix, having just finished off a killer dinner followed by enough drinks to get me ready for what’s to come tonight.

  Last night I agreed to let her fuck me in the ass with a dildo after some spirited anal play and tonight it’s time for me to pay the piper.

  “Are you sure about this?” Taylor asks, although we both know she’s just asking as a formality. There’s no turning back for me at this point. I gave her my word and we’re both sticklers about following up on what we say we’re going to do.

  “No,” I reply, forcing a smile onto my face. “But let’s do it anyway.”

  “That’s the spirit,” she says, planting a kiss on my lips. “Now you just sit back and try to relax as I get myself ready.”

  So there I am, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Taylor as she straps the dildo onto her hips. It’s a strange combination, seeing all the parts of a woman and then the one part of a man attached, but I’m not going to lie; it turns me on like there’s no tomorrow.

  It’s not so much the fake cock itself that turns me on, it’s the look of pure joy on Taylor’s face. She’s obviously stoked to be in a position of control, to be the one doing the fucking instead of the one getting fucked. And I don’t blame her. It’s one hell of a powerful feeling.

  Whi
ch is exactly why I agreed to let her live out her fantasy on me. Not only because I know how much she’s going to enjoy it, but because it’ll be good for me to know what it’s like to be on the opposite side of the coin. The way I figure things, if she’s willing to let me fuck her in the ass, then I should be willing to let her do the same to me. And it’s not like she hasn’t messed with my asshole multiple times before, licking and tonguing it, even sticking a couple fingers in there from time to time.

  Nothing strengthens a bond between two people like walking a mile in their shoes, and it’s always good to know exactly what the other is going through. Getting fucked by Taylor will give me a better appreciation of what she goes through during a typical session, as well as letting her experience what it is I get to see and feel. My only worry is that she’ll enjoy the experience more than I will, which will lead to her wanting to do it again. But that’s for another day. Right now there’s business at hand. And I’m about to be on the receiving end of it.

  “I hope you don’t expect me to take it easy on you,” Taylor says as she puts the finishing touches on strapping the dildo to her waist.

  “I don’t,” I say.

  “Good, because you sure as hell don’t feel the need to take it easy on me very often.”

  “That’s true,” I say, trying not to smile. “Of course, you like it rough. You ask for it all the time.”

  “Don’t worry, honey,” she says, patting me on the head like I was a dog. “You will too.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I say, laughing humorlessly under my breath.

  “Oh, I do,” she says. “By the end of this session, you’ll beg for me to fuck you harder, even if you don’t really mean it. I promise you that. Now get on your knees.”

  I do as I’m told. I’m looking up at Taylor as she starts to stroke her cock. From this angle pretty much all I can see is her pussy, the dildo, her tits, and behind them, her cute face, which is fixed in a huge smile.

  “Here’s how it’s going to go today,” Taylor says, looking down at me from a position of power. “First you’re going suck my dick until it’s all wet and sloppy. Then I’m going to face-fuck you for a while, to let you experience what it’s like. Then, after I smack you around with my dick a few times, I’m going force you to deepthroat me. And once you’ve done that to my satisfaction, then things are going to start get interesting. Do you like how that sounds?”

  I reluctantly nod my head.

  Taylor grabs me by the hair and wrenches my neck back. “That’s not good enough,” she says. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “That’s better,” Taylor says.

  Still holding a handful of my hair, she pulls my head towards her cock. “Now open up your mouth.”

  I do as I’m told.

  “That’s a good boy,” Taylor says. Then she shoves her cock in my mouth.

  I’m expecting her to take it easy on me because it’s my first time every doing anything like this, but no, she jams the dildo deep into my mouth, not stopping until I’m coughing and gagging all over the place.

  I pull my head back, yanking Taylor’s cock out of my mouth. Still coughing, with saliva pouring out of my mouth, I try and recover.

  Taylor is grinning madly. “It’s not so easy, is it?” she says.

  “Not when you do it like that,” I say. “Even I don’t just shove it all the way in right from the beginning. I at least give you a chance to get warmed up.”

  “I know, I know,” Taylor says, still smiling. “And I will. I just wanted to fuck with you a little bit first. Now come over and suck my cock like I suck yours.”

  Biting down on my pride, I scoot forward and wrap my lips around the head of the dildo. At first I just suck on the tip, getting myself used to the idea of this depraved situation I find myself in, not wanting to take things too quickly.

  But as the dildo gets more and more slick from my saliva, I start taking it further and further down, until I’m bobbing my head forward and back at a regular pace, taking Taylor’s cock halfway down every time, only gagging on it a little bit.

  “That’s a good boy,” Taylor says in a patronizing tone, obviously enjoying herself immensely. “Suck that fucking cock like you mean it. Like you’ve got something to prove.”

  And I do have something to prove. That’s the whole point of this exercise, to show that I can take the same thing that Taylor does. And to allow her the enjoyment of taking control over me, of course. And she seems to be liking that more than I’d even thought she would. Which could end up being an issue later, especially if she wants to do it again.

  But right now I have to concentrate on sucking Taylor’s cock. It isn’t easy, especially with her getting more and more into it now, pumping her hips forward as my head goes towards her, forcing the cock deeper into my throat with every pass. Saliva is pouring down my chin like a waterfall and wet, gurgling sounds escape from my mouth.

  “There you go, there you go!” Taylor says, grabbing ahold of my hair and using it to control my head while she slams the dildo in and out of my mouth. “Choke on that fucking cock. Choke on it! Just like you make me choke on your cock, you choke on mine.”

  She holds me in place until I gag a couple of times then releases my hair. My head snaps back and I gasp for breath. It’s rough and degrading but I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it. God help me, I’m having fun. And we’re just getting started.

  Taylor gives me a few seconds to catch my breath then shoves her cock back into my mouth.

  “You like that don’t you?” Taylor says as she pumps my mouth with her cock. “You like having my fat cock in your fucking mouth.”

  My mouth is too full to answer so I just nod my head.

  Taylor pulls her cock out of my mouth and smacks me in the face with it. “Answer me when I ask you a fucking question,” she says.

  “I love sucking your cock,” I say. It’s still a little strange being on the other side of the coin but I’m starting to get used to it. Most of the embarrassment is gone. I have a feeling it won’t be long until it’s not bothering me at all.

  “I don’t believe you,” Taylor says. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

  “I love your fat cock down my throat,” I say. “Please give it to me again.”

  “That’s more like it.” Taylor forces my mouth open again and slips her cock back into my mouth. With her hands on the back of my head again, she pumps my face a few times, then tries to force me to deepthroat her.

  She doesn’t get very far. I barely take half of the dildo into my mouth before I start to cough and gag and try to pull away. But Taylor doesn’t let me go anywhere. With her hands on the back of my head keeping me in place, she holds her cock in my throat for another five seconds before pulling it back out.

  Coughing, I gasp for air. Spit is pouring out of my mouth and onto the floor.

  “Not too bad,” Taylor says. “Not too bad at all considering it’s your first time deepthroating a cock.” She tilts her head and flashes me a little grin. “It is your first time, right?”

  I nod. She laughs.

  “You’re a good little bitch, aren’t you?” Taylor says. She is still grasping a handful of my hair and yanks on it so I’m forced to stare up at her. The dildo is just a few inches above my face, hanging right over it.

  I nod.

  Taylor gives me a dirty look.

  I take the hint. “I’m a good little bitch,” I say.

  “That’s better,” Taylor says. She slaps my face with her cock a couple more times before continuing. “Do you know where I’m going to put this?” she says. “Do you know what I’m going to fucking put it?”

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Where?” she asks.

  “You’re going to put it in my ass,” I say.

  “That’s exactly right,” she says. “I’m going to bend you over and stick this fucking cock i
n that tight little asshole of yours. That’s what you want, right?”

  I’m not so sure it’s what I want but it’s definitely what Taylor wants, so I say, “Yes. That’s what I want.”

  “Say it,” Taylor tells me. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

  “I want you to stick your fucking cock in my ass,” I say with just a hair of reluctance. Some things are just flat-out difficult to get out of your mouth, no matter what the situation.

  “I’ll bet you do,” Taylor says. She’s smiling so widely her face looks like it’s going to split in two. She’s enjoying herself so much it should be against the law. Which means that I’m doing something right. “But first you have to do something for me,” she continues. Pointing at the floor, she says, “Get on the ground. On your back, your face towards the ceiling, your legs together, your hands at your side.”

  I do as I’m told without hesitation. Now this is familiar ground. There’s been plenty of times where Taylor has been the dominant one, bossing me around and doing whatever she wants to me. It’s just when we get a strap-on involved that things are still a little strange.

  After I’m in position, Taylor steps towards me, planting one foot on each side of my head. Then she squats down until her dripping wet pussy is hovering just above my mouth. The dildo is hanging out above my forehead, the tip of it just touching my hair.

  “Lick it,” she says.

  My tongue shoots out and starts lapping at her pussy like a kitten drinking milk. She’s soaking wet down there, as wet as I’ve ever seen her. She’s really getting off on everything that’s happening here tonight.

  After half a minute of gently licking her snatch I start forcing my tongue in between her pussy lips, sliding it deeper and deeper inside her juicy wetness.

  “That’s right,” Taylor says. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty little snatch.” She drops a little further down, giving me more of her pussy to work with. She slaps my face a couple of times with the dildo then spit on it and starts working it with her hand, jerking herself off while I continue licking her pussy.