Sizzling Story

Written by HellBent

Earlier in the week I had made it quite plain that today would be my day and that I would be out all day on the motorcycle. As I was gearing up for the days ride I told her that when I returned we would be going out to dinner and to dress appropriately. Of course, being ~lolli~, she asked what would be appropriate. I laughed and told her to figure it out. Keeping her slightly off balance is one of the things that makes our relationship work so well.

I returned from the ride early in the evening and knew that the sound of the bike in the drive would make her heart beat just a little bit faster and that she would be wondering if the clothing she was now wearing would be “appropriate”. She looked gorgeous when I walked through the door and saw her tentative smile, waiting for my approval. But, of course, I did not approve. Generally speaking, I am not the sort who controls what she wears, but this was play night. Part of the play is her need to please and my need to control. It is a game that we both enjoy.

I greeted her with a smile and soft kiss, my hands sliding from her waist to her ass, pulling her against me, pushing my pelvis into her, and squeezing her. “You look great,” I said, “but not exactly what I had in mind." She tried to reply, but her voice caught a bit in her throat and she had to begin again. It was the first tiny hint of her growing excitement. “Wha, ummm, what would you like me to wear, Master?” she said, teasingly, almost mockingly. She knows I dislike being called master.

I swatted her ass and said, “Get your butt in the bedroom and get naked.” She laughed, called me pervert and walked down the hall, rolling her hips, knowing I was watching. I followed her, leaning against the door frame as she began to undress, slowly, knowing I was watching. She slipped off the skirt, facing away from me, taking her time, stepping out of it and neatly folding it before placing it on the bed. I let my eyes roam over her body, loving the shape of her calves, the swell of hips, the perfect mound of her panty clad ass.

She glanced over her shoulder as she bent and placed the skirt on the bed. “Is your cock getting hard, Master?” she teased. “Fuck you”, I laughed and walked to her closet, pretending to ignore her now but ever conscious of this beautiful woman stoking the fires of my desire. I sorted through the skirts hanging within and picked one nearly identical to the one she had been wearing, black mid-length with a slit running to mid-thigh up the left side. I pulled a white silk blouse from its hanger and turned to face her as she removed her blouse.

She laughed when she saw my choices. “That is what I was wearing.” I grinned and said, “I know, I just wanted to see you naked.” “Pervert,” she giggled. She stood in bra and panties, arms crossed over her breasts as women will. I have always found it fascinating that women will cover their breasts while their ass is hanging out for all to see. “Lose the bra and panties, too” I said as I walked over and dropped the clothes on the bed. Few women can face a man’s scrutiny squarely and remove her bra without a blush and ~lolli~ is no exception. She bit her lower lip as she reached back and unfastened the bra, the color rising in her cheeks and throat. I could imagine the slight increase in her heart rate. As she removed the bra I reached out and brushed the back of my fingertips over the nipple of her left breast.

The nipple hardened instantly and I saw her catch her breath. “Such a needy slut,” I smiled. Her blush deepened as I stepped back and said, “Show me your cunt”. Her eyes, shiny and bright, locked on mine as she hooked her thumbs in the panties and pushed them down, bending at the waist, never losing eye contact as she stepped out of them and let them fall from her hand. She straightened, facing me as I let my eyes drink her in.

“Maybe, if your pussy is wet, I will fuck you before we go,” I growled as I felt my cock begin to harden in my jeans. “Oh god,” she breathed. “Is it, is your cunt wet and ready for cock, little slut? Do you need a good hard fucking before we go?” I asked. She replied with her usual coy, almost shy response, “Maybe”.

I took an abrupt step closer and reached out with my left hand, seizing her by the hair at the back of her neck and pulling her forward. As she took a step to regain her balance my right hand went down, between her thighs, cupping her mound, squeezing and the middle finger probed between her smoothly shaven lips. She gasped as the finger slid into her.

“Maybe, you little fucker, maybe?” I growled, “maybe your slutty little pussy is wet or maybe you need a good fucking?” Before she could reply I leaned down and kissed her, bruising her lips, my tongue probing between her lips just as my finger was probing her cunt. I could feel the slickness of her pussy on my finger, beginning to ooze from her, wetting my palm as I pushed it hard against the top of her slit, putting pressure on her clit.

Her hands went to my shoulders, clutching at my shirt, holding on as I felt her knees almost buckle and she moaned into my mouth. My left hand clutched at her hair, forcing her head further back, stretching her throat and I dropped my mouth from her lips to the butterfly pulse, biting at her, rough and forceful. She shuddered, drawing a deep, stuttering breath into her lungs.

I held her there, tasting her throat as my finger slid from her pussy hole, following the slit upward, teasing over the nub of her clit and she sobbed. Her breath was coming in short hitches as I teased her clit in tiny circles, varying the pressure, the rubbery nub slick with her juice and the scent of her desire flaring my nostrils. I inhaled her. I wanted to consume her.

My cock was hard and throbbing in my jeans as she responded to me. I adore her, I love her, I hate her for making me need her. I am weak. I fight for control. I will use her. I will mask my weakness with an iron fist. I will make her cum.

She is panting now, pushing against my finger, breath rasping in her throat. I ease my finger from her clit and down to the entrance of her cunt. Two fingers pushing inward, sliding into the tunnel with ease, her slick juices easing the way and I begin to thrust those fingers in and out of her. My mouth moves to a breast, finding the nipple, biting at it, squeezing the flesh between sharp teeth, causing her pain. She moans with pain and desire. I fuck her with my fingers.

I use my thumb on her clit now, rubbing in time with the thrusts inside her. I can feel the pre-cum ooze from my throbbing cock. Faster and faster I finger fuck her, reveling in her gasping, panting need. My teeth capture the nipple, pulling, tugging, dragging over her flesh until the nipple pops free and I growl, “cum, you fucker, cum for me, NOW!”, the now cracking like a whip.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck”, she breathes as her pussy clenches my fingers, her muscles go rigid, she rises on her tip-toes, fingernails digging into my shoulders and she cums. Juices pour from her as she spasms, she stops breathing and I hold her, fingers inside, supporting her weight as her knees buckle.

I almost throw her on the bed. She is gasping, still shuddering, almost crying as the fingers disappear, leaving her abandoned. My fingers rip open the fly of my jeans and I almost painfully pull my cock free. My turn now. Roughly I turn her face down on the bed. I grab her by the hips and pull upward, “Get on your knees, bitch, I want your cunt!” I demand. She sobs and pulls her knees beneath her, my cock pressing against her ass cheeks as I drag her back.

Growling as I pull back, using her body to guide my cock to that sweet, sweet cunt. The silken head of my cock slides in the lube of her pussy and I feel the entrance. Fingers dig into her hips as I thrust and pull her back. I slam into her. So fucking tight and hot. I punish her with my cock, using her, almost howling with animal need. Mindless, heedless of her need, just using her. My cock painfully hard as I slam in and out, faster and faster, the scent of her cunt filling my head.

Somewhere in the distance I hear her moaning, “yes, yes, fuck, yes”. I am growling, without thought, just fucking, needing to release, insane with the pain and pleasure of it. The pressure in my skull building to match the pressure of my erection. I ride the slut. I use her, I consume that which is mine, that which she gives me. I am at the edge of oblivion. The void is everything, everywhere. Existence is primeval. Cock and cunt. Fucking.

I cum.

Afterward, curled around her, holding and stroking her, spent, content, I whisper,
“Call Domino’s, I am starving”.