It's been awhile since I've posted anything new here. I'm sorry for that. Some of it has to do with the holidays, some is just me being lazy. Believe me, there hasn't been a lack of things to write about. I'll start with my most recent experience.
A few nights ago, I was very horny (when am I not?) and started playing around with Dustin. I started by kissing him all over. I love kissing his body. I love the taste, smell, and feel of it all, not to mention his reactions to what I'm doing. I could feel him getting harder with each kiss, and even start to throb, all before we took any clothes off. It began to get a little uncomfortable in the living room, so we went into our bedroom. I can be a little louder in there, and there's plenty of room to move around.
Once in our room, I started taking off all his clothes as I was kissing him. I could now see how hard he was, and I couldn't resist kissing his inner thighs and making my way to his cock. I love feeling him shudder as I shove him inside my mouth, I love hearing him moan as well. I am very good at taking orders from him, but I also like improvising a little for his pleasure. He had told me when we moved to our room that I would be riding him until he came, or I would face the punishment. In the back of my mind, I wanted to fail. I wanted to feel the punishment. There was some part of me that was again craving the beating. As I was licking and sucking on his cock, I heard his evil laugh. That deep, guttural laugh that tells me I'm doing exactly as I'm supposed to, but I am still in for it. Hearing this made me shove his cock even farther down my throat, which made him laugh even more. At this point, I stopped and began begging him to kiss me on my back. I needed to feel his touch on me.
He sat up, and turned me around so that I was still on my knees with my back facing him. He began to run his nose and lips across my back. That alone almost made me cum. There was something almost animal, yet so sensual, about the way he was "sniffing" me. Here and there I would feel his tongue along my spine, but mostly I felt his teeth as he bit in to me. He was also running his fingers along my sides, and would grab hold here and there. It was almost like he was shoving his fingers in between my ribs, knowing it would hurt me, and make me wet all at once. By now, I'm quivering in anticipation of what he will do to me next, and with wanting his hard cock inside me. I told him I was ready to ride him. He reminded me that I was to ride him until he came, and that he didn't want to hear any excuses of me being tired, or getting cramps, or anything else. This was what I was to do. Again, there was the little voice in the back of my head that said I wasn't going to do it just so I could be punished.
I couldn't help but enjoy shoving him inside my already dripping cunt. I love feeling every bit of him inside me. I love feeling his back arch in pleasure as I shove him inside me. The first thrust is always a welcome feeling. He was telling me what a good little whore I was, which made me even wetter, and ride him even harder. I enjoy being on top because it gives me a little more control. We both seem to cum harder with me on top as well. Unfortunately, I haven't been in the gym as much as I should be, so I'm a bit out of shape and can't always ride him as long as I'd like. This night though, his cock was hitting me in all the right places, and I felt like I could ride him for hours. I was kissing, licking, biting him everywhere I could. I started cumming, and he didn't tell me to hold it in. He encouraged me to cum. I was cumming and dripping all over him at once. I think I may have even squirted. He and the bed were covered in my hot juices. As much as I wanted to keep riding him, it felt too good to stop, I physically couldn't any longer.
He then threw me off him, and told me I was going to pay. He started spanking me, which led to slapping me, once he shoved himself back inside me. I could tell he was about to get off. He was slapping me so hard (my entire face hurt for most of the next day), I started to cry. I couldn't remember our safe word. I've never felt the need to use it before, so it just wasn't something I thought of before our rough play. Here's the thing though, even though it hurt, and it hurt bad, I would let him do it again, over and over. Having him actually hurt me, unintentionally, made me feel so much closer to him. I know he felt awful about it, and at the moment, I did too, but looking back on it as I'm reading/writing this, I know he came very hard that night, and I did too. Hell, I think I squirted for the first time! I wouldn't change anything about what happened, and I would have him do it all again. I will remember the safe word from now on, just in case. But he woke something up inside me that night. He made me his, completely. I now know, he could take me to the edge, and even over that cliff, and I will still be okay, and want it even more.
I told him that night that I needed a little break from the rough play, but now I'm thinking I may not. I may be craving it even more. It always used to blow my mind reading stories about other women that enjoyed pain and even torture, and how it got them off. I never fully understood it, until now. Having someone you trust take you to extremes you never even thought possible of handling, and then pushing past them is such an incredibly freeing experience. I can't wait to do it again.
