I’ve been with my guy for several months now, and honestly, so far it’s been a great story. I know we’re still figuring each other out and that he’s sometimes a bit reserved, but I like that. Even though I’m someone who likes being controlled, I accept that he’s more composed. We don’t live together, we each have our own apartment, I'm an independent Parisian woman. 😏
As I was leaving work, I texted him “Are you coming to my place tonight?”
He answered that he had a night out with some friends, since it’s Friday. I told him it wasn’t a problem I’m not the jealous type, and I like when he has fun without me.
Then I texted again “What would make you come?”
He replied that he had plans and that he really wanted to go. So I added “Just come over long enough to take me?”
And for once, he pushed back a simple “Beg me.”
I loved it.
So I begged…
“I want your cock, I want you to fuck me.”
He replied “I save your pussy for special occasions, your ass is enough for me.” You have to know he prefers taking me from behind at first it was a challenge, now it’s the norm. My pussy is just a bonus for him. I’ve gotten used to it, I accept it, and now I like that it’s become our thing.
Anyway, I begged him until he cracked, the classic “You come over, jerk off over my mouth, empty your balls, and leave,” it always works.
He said “I’m coming, but it’ll be quick.”
I pushed again “Just come empty your balls in my mouth.”
He answered immediately“Wait for me with your tongue out.”
While he was on his way, I made myself pretty, redid my makeup, put on something skimpy, put on a porn to wait… Thirty five minutes later he was there, and I was burning up. I opened the door, and as usual he had that moment where he stops to look at me, like he’s under my spell. He kissed me and pushed his way in.
I got on my knees, opened my mouth, and said “Hurry up, your friends must be waiting.”
He sighed “You’re impossible, fuck,” then lowered his pants. He sat on the arm of the couch and started jerking off. I waited like that, adding little “I’m hungry.” I ended up touching myself, I couldn’t hold back. Sitting on the floor, legs spread, my thong pulled aside, rubbing my clit faster and faster. I was begging him to use me as his dumping hole.
It didn’t take ten minutes before he said, “I’m going to plaster your mouth.”
He got over me and when he finally let go, I felt a huge load, like he always does. He fell back onto the couch. I kept touching myself, mouth full, looking at him. He looked at me almost embarrassed, seeing how much pleasure I was taking with his cum. Even though he knows what I’m capable of, well, not fully, he always seems surprised at how far I go.
I came so hard… I really wanted it. It’s clearly a fantasy for me to swallow while coming, like the taste itself is pleasure. (I have friends who don’t understand when I tell them that, for me, the taste of cum is the taste of pleasure.🤷🏻♀️)
I stuck out my tongue to show him that I had swallowed everything. It gives me a slutty side, and I love it
He watched me finish and said “You’re such a fucking slut.”
I answered “Just your personal cum dump. And you’re already late.. go.”
He got dressed and told me he’d come the next day so we could spend the day together.
It’s so easy to please him that it almost feels too simple.
Once he left, I reopened my laptop… and started touching myself again.
I actually took a wicked pleasure in sending him pics once he was with his friends 🔥
Insatiable....