On: Being a Good Little Slut

On: Being a Good Little Slut

I may or may not have misbehaved this past weekend… ūüėČ

Good morning

Good morning, Sunshine! Happy Saturday ūüėÄ

What are you up to?

Running errands and going to the eye doctor.

What’s wrong with your eyes?

I get new glasses. Woo hoo!

Oh, new glasses. Nice.
I was gonna see if you could come over for a quickie. lol

Darnit! I’m all the way across town.

Well, give me a shout on your way back. If I’m not working, you can stop by for a few.

(Oh I can, huh?)

The last time I saw Him was the night after my car was stolen.

Because of His past, He was one of the first friends I told.¬†I wanted to know if He agreed with me that Jim/”Mick” had stolen my car, or if He thought I was completely off my rocker.

He knows everything that’s going on with Jim¬†(the “contract”, the horrible “breakup”, all the harassing emails to follow…),¬†and was uncharacteristically sweet when I messaged Him¬†again¬†that evening.

thrashingWhat was that He said?!?!?! Jealous?!?!¬†I seriously had no idea He felt that way! ‚̧

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I brought the weed, He brought the drinks and that night, He spent a good amount of time fucking my face (something I used to detest).

It wasn’t really the thrashing that I was looking for but, for some reason, it helped just the same…

And, since then, I’ve dreamt of Him using my face exactly like that all over again.

At 2:30 I was on my way home and rang Him up as he’d suggested.

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As “luck” would have it, He was driving back from the gym and would be getting to His place at about the same time as I would.

When I arrived I sent Him the customary text, “I’m here…”

“Let yourself in. I’ll be¬†in the shower,” was His reply.

I looked up from His text just in time to see His figure open the front door, peer outside and then leave it open just a crack.

My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed a scrunchie and put my hair back into a ponytail while I walked up the sidewalk.

I let myself in as I was told. Both of the giant dogs greeted me at the door with thunderous barking. I said to the bigger one, “I’m really glad you guys know me, otherwise I’d be scared shitless.” I scratched both their jowls and let myself into His bedroom.

The shower was running in the bathroom. For a moment, I thought about stripping down and jumping in with Him, but He only has a shower. Soaping His body all over was very tempting, but it’s very small in there and we’re both decent-sized people. Instead, I opted to strip down to my bra and panties and wait.

When He emerged with simply a towel wrapped around his waist, He came straight over to me and embraced me, then backed away and looked me up and down with curiosity.

“This was the fanciest thing I had,” I shrugged and giggled. “Also, I figured you’d be naked and I wanted to even the playing field.”

“Is that so?” He replied.

We had a brief conversation about Lil Bear and how it’s been¬†running. He’s¬†been great!¬†I still have no music, though¬†‚ôę ūüė¶

When there was a lull in the conversation, He let His towel drop to the floor, bringing His lovely erection to my immediate attention.

Mmmm….

He must have seen the glossy look of desire in my eyes and approached me again. This time, He tangled His fingers in the back of my hair and pulled me down to the floor.

I knelt eye-to-eye with his cock and could think of nothing better to do than stick out my tongue and lap off the single, salty tear.

He let me.

His hand was still gripped my hair tightly as He parted my eager mouth with the head of His shaft.

I hummed and smiled to show my appreciation.¬†“That’s right, slut. Now, don’t be greedy. Just the head for now.”

How I love it when he tells me that! I can sweep my tongue around and up his ridge, I can probe gently into his urethra and, OH! how I love to suck just the tip!

“Such a good whore,” He said to me as He shoved his entire length in my mouth until I choked on it.

He firmly¬†held my head in place¬†long enough that¬†my eyes started to¬†roll back into my head, but I still¬†made sure to look directly into His face. It didn’t take but one more moment and I could feel drool pooling under my tongue and¬†trickling from the sides of my mouth.

He slapped both sides of my face so hard I felt them turn red immediately. Then a few more times until my cheeks were glistening with saliva. I felt dirty and wrong, but I also felt sexy and desired.

Grabbing my ears with hands wet with my spit, He made one more thrust deep into my throat, then¬†pulled Himself¬†out slowly. “You are such a special whore, aren’t you? No one else¬†has ever been able to take Daddy’s whole cock in her¬†mouth.”

I¬†was allowed a moment to catch my breath¬†before he said, “Now, stick out your tongue and keep your throat open, bitch. I want to use your face.”

He began thrusting roughly over and over into the back of my throat: pulling himself nearly all the way out before gorging me another time. Each time I needed a breath, He sensed my need and eased away for a moment for me to catch up.

In the past, I would have been resistant to His persistence, but¬†this time I wanted to feel Him forcing Himself into me and onto me.¬†I felt a difference in the way He was able to read me; He could sense what I needed. I felt more like a ‘partner’ to Him then I had before.

“Get up, bitch, and go¬†to¬†my bed. I want to fuck your wet pussy like I fucked your wet mouth.”

I eagerly did as I was told, bounding across the room to pounce on His bed and scurry my fanny towards the edge before He had the chance to scold me. “Grab your ankles and hold your legs in the air for me. Don’t. Let. Go.”

Again, doing as I was told (with a grin on my face no less!), I grabbed hold of my ankles and spread my pussy wide before him. I was ready to be fucked.

He positioned His throbbing hard-on at my juicy center and barely pressed Himself inside of me. So slowly that I could feel the pop of His coronal ridge at the moment my swollen walls absorbed His thickness.

And that’s where He stayed, teasing my pussy, watching me shudder beneath Him, unable to orgasm without His permission… Knowing He was in a position of total control. All I wanted was for Him to enter me completely; to consume my body beneath His. Yet He stood above me, my ankles cradled in my hands, whist He easily tickled my fancy… ūüėČ

For a moment I lost myself and my hands fell from my ankles and my legs fell from the air beside Him.

He pulled out of me and¬†landed a firm punishment¬†slap on my left¬†cheek for that slip-up, one that felt much different than the “love taps” I had received moments¬†earlier. “Keep your legs in the air,” He scolded.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” (I could still feel the glow of that slap when I left later.)

I still had not cum and neither had He.

I displayed myself before Him again. This time, grabbing one of my breasts in His fist to hold me firm, He thrust 3 fingers of His other hand into my cunt while his thumb pressed fiercely against my distended clitoris.

Those 3 fingers were expertly pressed into the base of my inner cum-right-now-spot and, while He held those deep fingers in their place, he used his thumb to torture my clit. I think He was trying to make me squirt, but I knew better than to climax without permission. Though, I must admit it was difficult not to succumb.

When He was through playing, He let me free my ankles¬†and¬†slid my body further back onto the bed so He could (finally ūüėČ )¬†lay His body atop mine.

How I wanted and needed Him to consume me completely underneath His large form. I was able to feel safe from everything bothering me while He shared His body and His pleasure with me.

His¬†first full thrusts were so deep, I couldn’t help but cry out. This time He did not silence me. This time He let me moan and cry and be absorbed¬†by the moment. I directed my cries into His chest when I could and kissed every part of Him I could reach. With each of my kisses, I could feel His body press into my lips’ caress, something I’d never noticed before.

When we came, we came together. He wrapped¬†His fingers about my throat and¬†I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me when he growled, “Cum now, bitch.”

I gave into the pleasure and spasmed uncontrollably while he pushed and pulsed into me. Our bodies shook together for what seemed like minutes before He relaxed down onto me and slipped out through our juices.

As is our¬†‘tradition’, He rolled over onto his back and¬†I licked every last bit of our juices from His cock.

Listening to his pleasure while I clean him with my mouth is one my favorite things…

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I knew He had to get back to work. He had let a couple of calls go to voicemail while we were ‘messing around’ and I didn’t want to interfere with that. After all it was supposed to be a quickie, right?

I got up from His bed and started gathering my clothes together and¬†was putting on my bra when He said, “Who said¬†you¬†could get dressed?! Get back here in this bed, climb under these covers and lay with me.”

“Yes, Sir!”

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9 thoughts on “On: Being a Good Little Slut

  1. Sounds like you were a very good girl. Shall I say GREAT girl! That was f-ing HOT!
    Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to take care of something ūüėČ

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