A sub's fantasy
When asked to describe my ideal encounter with another man, this was my response. ————————————————————————————————–
I’m sitting on the couch with Sir, talking, waiting until it’s time. Sir checks his watch and grins. I get butterflies in my stomach.
“Get on the bed, bitch.” I obey.
Sir starts to grab some rope from his backpack, looking me up and down as he traces its curves in your hand. He then begins to tie me to the bed.
I watch him, unable to stop myself from smiling. I love these moments, in silence, when he’s just working, preparing me. I am content.
I hear a knock at the door as Sir finishes tying my blindfold, then footsteps. I hear the door open. I am unable to move my arms or my legs due to the rope. I try to listen to the greeting Sir shares with the man who has just walked in to our room.
I hear the fridge opening, then the clinking of glasses as the two share a drink before entering the bedroom. I am still unable to see, unable to move. I can hear Sir chuckle above me. I hear the clinking of ice against someone’s glass and then feel the dripping cold of the cup meet my flesh. They’re using me as a coaster.
“Don’t move, slut,” Sir commands me. Then he laughs. “As if you could…”
The glass is so cold and uncomfortable on my skin, but I know it will be much worse if I try to fight it off; either it will fall and drench my skin, or Sir will notice and snatch the glass, promising me punishment. Even worse would be the punishment if I spilt Sir’s drink before he was done with it…. The other man adds his glass, right on the mound above my cunt. I remain still. I suffer.
This is on purpose. This is debasement.
The other guy hasn’t spoken. “I like it that way,” I think to myself.
I feel hands on my skin. Sir has removed his rings, and the room is now silent; I have no way of knowing whose hands are touching me. But that makes it even more exciting; I also don’t know what’s going to happen next.
Suddenly there is a cock in my mouth. There is another close by, on my chest, fucking my tits as they’re desperately pressed together as a makeshift fuckhole for use. I have no say in what is happening right now. I like that. I choose to remain silent. I make it a game.
There are fingers inside of me now. I think they are Sir’s, but there’s no way to be sure. They move slowly.
“That can’t be you, then, can it? Are you doing this on purpose to confuse me?” I think to myself.
The fingers curl and begin to caress my G spot. It must be Sir. It has to be. Only Sir knows how to make me squirt. As I drench his forearm, his accompanying growl clues me in: I was right. While Sir delights in my squirting, he denies my orgasm.
Then another cock invades my cunt, and it is not his. The man’s body weight falls onto mine. I can issue no protest, except a short gasp of surprise.
“Do NOT fuck her hard. Use her, but make it last. Only when you have edged three times may you cum on her body.”
The man issues no response, but I assume he nods.
“Good fucktoy,” Sir says, leaning down to whisper in my ear. I grin. My lips reach for Sir. He chuckles as I struggle, not knowing where he is.
The man’s cock is sliding in and out of me, slowly. He is filling me and then sliding out, again and again. All the while, I can feel his breath on my neck.
“Sit on her face.”
I can feel his body moving above mine, until his balls are resting on my nose. He enters my mouth. I can barely breathe with the placement of his balls on my face. He rides my face for awhile, grunting, moaning as he earns his pleasure from my wet fuckhole. He pauses, and he has edged twice now.
I imagine Sir is standing there grinning, stroking his cock. This gives me pleasure.
Sir finally decides he wants to use his whore, but Sir doesn’t want to impede our guest’s pleasure, so he suggests sharing my fuckholes. The other man agrees.
I feel a cock slide back into my warm, wet cunt, and I bite my lip. I have no way of knowing what’s about to happen, which fuckhole Sir is going to choose to ram into, to fuck until it’s raw. Surprisingly, Sir also chooses my cunt. It stretches to accomodate both cocks. Sir’s member penetrating me, I cannot help but moan, I cannot help but make noise. This is the furthest my cunt has ever been stretched. I feel so full.
They both slam into me simultaneously, and I don’t know how to handle the sensation. With what movement I can make, I am writhing at the feeling of DVP. I’ve never felt so full, so dirty, so devastated, so utterly destroyed…
Sir instructs the man to finish his load in my mouth, where Sir will do the same once he’s done.
He mounts my face again and begins to fuck it. I remain open for his cock. He uses me. He releases his load into my mouth and it remains on my tongue.
“Good girl,” Sir whispers as Sir takes his place, climbing on top of my face to fuck it.
Sir uses me hard, rough, pulling my hair, forcing me to take his shaft all the way down to his balls. I am trying so hard not to gag, not to choke, so I don’t lose the cum in my mouth.
Sir returns to my cunt for awhile, feeling its newly stretched out state after DVP, groaning at the thought of what he’d just done to me, and continue to ram into me until he begins to reach his peak.
I feel Sir swiftly pull out of my cunt, much to my displeasure, and then shove his cock back into my mouth with no warning whatsoever, filling it with sticky, warm cum. Sir’s Gift mixes with the other man’s load.
“Play with it, you dirty whore. You filthy, cum-drenched slut.”
I obey, allowing the two loads to mix on my tongue, playing with it by dipping my fingers into my mouth and rubbing it into my tits, sucking it again off of my fingers… making a show for Sir.
Sir is pleased.
The man leaves. And that’s when the real fun begins…… ;)
--Ginger
