I even still have a few faint freckles.
I believe in modesty, but I’m nowhere near, a prude. I have always been able to make friends with guys easier than I have girls.
I have a pretty amazing sex-life with my boyfriend, Cole, but my sexual urges to be dominated haven’t necessarily been mentioned to him.
I’m 5″2′ inches tall with fair skin with a sort of warm glow. I have shoulder-length black hair and tawny green eyes. I have perky B sized breasts and a large firm ass. I have a fair face with my eyes being my dominant feature, and full pouty lips.
I have been dating my lover, Cole, for about a year. I have dropped a few hints in the past about my fantasies, but I have never been fully upfront, instead, I wrote them down in my diary. I’m nervous about how he would think of me.
It was my 18th birthday when it would all change…
I was getting ready to go out on a date with him, I was running late and I could hear his car horn blowing outside, through my window.
I took a little time to get all of my things ready, I still had to choose out an outfit. I slipped on a short black dress that just covered my ass, it felt so unnatural to me, even though I had a nice body. I looked over in my top drawer for a sexy pair of underwear to slip underneath. I slipped them on and turned to face the mirror.
There he was, leaning his back against the wall, giving me a seductive glare. He is so sexy. His gruff voice, His long silky air, His dark exotic tan. I feel so inferior in his presence.
“Take off the dress.”
I blush, thinking it was a joke, but his face remained still.
“You wanted me to be more aggressive? Did you not?”
I nodded, shaking a little, “How did you know?”
He pulls out my diary from his back pocket and tosses it onto the bed.
“Take them off.” He demands, closing the bedroom door.
I slip the dress down slowly and seductively, slighty revealing my body inch-by-inch. I loved teasing him.
“You’ve been quite the little tease haven’t you? We’ll have to fix that.”
The harshness of the words both struck me and turned me on.
I try to sound innocent, “Like…what?”
“Strip down.”
I obey, getting warmer and warmer from both embarrassment and arousal. His eyes searching over my body.
“Get on your hands and knees and face the mirror you fucking slut.”
I obey, looking up innocently, and in disbelief. I wanted him to make me scream his name with pleasure. He drops his bag to the floor. I glance over at the bag.
“Keep facing the mirror.” He demands. “I want you to look at yourself while I teach you your lesson.”
He kneels down behind me. I jump a little. He begins caressing my body, slowly fondling my curves. He reaches my ass, then suddenly he slaps it hard!
The sensation of the sting bolted up my spine and I let out a gasp. Then he does it again and again, he keeps going and soon I am moaning with pleasure, I can feel my pussy getting wet, throbbing with anticipation. My ass quickly turns a bright red color.
“You like that, huh…bitch?”
“Mhhhmmm,” I manage to escape between breaths.
“Look at yourself…You like being my bitch?”
He continues to tan the fair skin on my ass with his hand for another few minutes.
He sits down and grabs me by the hair, revealing his hard, eight-inch cock. He forces my mouth onto his throbbing head, and demands me to suck. Bending over with my ass in the air next to him, I feel so dirty, but I’m enjoying every minute. I’ve always liked giving him head, pleasing him, feeling submissive.
His cock glides into my mouth and I begin to suck, hearing him moan slightly.
He bobs my head up and down aggressively, feeding me the full extent of his cock, I begin to gag.
“Sluts like you can live off cum…Keep sucking.”
I willingly obey, loving every second of it, even glancing into the mirror to watch myself obediently giving my master head. I have often fantasized about being used in this way.
I feel my pussy get wetter, throbbing harshly for attention. With my spare hand, I reach between my legs and begin stroking my clit.
He begins to finger me, slowly fucking my womanhood. I moan while continuing to suck. After a few more minutes, I feel myself about to cum. I moan harder between breaths, and feel a rush of heat overtake my body.
I pull my mouth off of his cock and cum. I lay my head on his lap, quivering. He inserts his fingers, dripping with my cum, into my mouth, making me taste my own juices.
“I’m not done with you yet, I’ll give you a few minutes…Get in the bed and prepare yourself for me, I want you on your hands and knees.”
He walks to the bathroom, and I, still shaking from my orgasm, crawl onto the bed; not wanting for him to come back with me unprepared, but still sore.
He comes back into the bedroom and lets his eyes wander over my body.
“Cole…Please, not yet, my pussy is so sore.”
He gives me a cold glare, “I didn’t ask you.”
He climbs onto the bed behind me, adjusting himself.
“Please, baby, don’t…It will hurt.” I protest.
He rears back and slowly enters his cock into my pussy. I let out a small gasp and grasp the pillow with my arms. He begins fucking me slowly, then works into a harder, faster pace.
I find myself moaning with pleasure and pain.
“…And you said you were too sore, here you are enjoying it, you slut.”
I shout his name between gasps of air, while being pounded by his cock.
“Yeah, that’s right…Who’s my bitch?”
“I am! Ooooooh fuck! Fuck! I’m going to cum again.”
“Fuck…Me too!”
I bite down onto the pillow and feel a rush of warmth deep inside of my pussy. My cunt is soon filled with both of our cum. I lick the cum off of his cock, savoring the taste of both of our juices.
We both fall to the bed and intertwine out bodies. We look at each other and smile with satisfaction.
I can only wonder what will happen next.
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