Page 109 of S is for SEX

I needed it.

I ached.

Fill me with that big fat cock.

The pressure of the head of his dick against my wet pussy lips didn’t last long. With ease, he slid his length inside of me. With my legs bound to opposite corners at the foot of the bed, and my hands bound to the head, I was his for the taking.

And take me he certainly did.

He drove himself in and out of my willing pussy in a steady rhythmic pace. Long steady strokes of his thick cock filled me completely, satisfying me to no end. I clenched my eyes closed and focused on the feeling of his balls banging against my clit with each stroke.

Although we had tried orgasm control on many occasions, tonight I was free to have an orgasm whenever I wanted.

But I wasn’t free to speak unless spoken to.

I loved dirty talk, and over time, we had both become quite good at turning each other on with our sexual banter.

“You may speak freely,” he said as he continued to fuck me steadily.

I arched my back, lifted my head from the bed, and wet my lips.

“Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard.”

“Use my pussy like only you know how.”

His rhythm increased. His breathing became labored slightly.

“Take what is yours,” I wailed.

His thick cock stretched me open, sending a pleasurable ache through me.

“I love that big cock, Sir,” I cried. “I do.”

“I’m going to fill you with cum,” he bellowed.

“Please do, Sir,” I begged.

He pounded himself into me savagely, causing the restraints on my feet to pull against my ankles. Every muscle in my legs and ass shook with each vicious stroke.

At his current pace, I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t.

As I felt my pussy begin to clench against his cock, I craned my neck, pointing my mouth toward the ceiling.

“Fill my tight little twat, Sir. I beg you,” I pleaded.

As my body convulsed into an orgasm from deep within my soul, his cock swelled. One more stroke, and he held still, his cum bursting from the tip and filling me as I reached a new level of climax.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto me. A tingling ran through me from my nipples to my clit.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly as he removed the blindfold. Although the room was dim, my eyes adjusted slowly to the light. As I watched him unfasten the restraints, I grinned.

“I love it when you fuck me.”

“And I love fucking you,” he said. “Give me just a minute, and we’ll take a bath.”

“I can’t wait.”

He lifted me from the bed, carried me to the bathroom, and rubbed my back as we waited for the tub to fill.

Luke was my lover, my therapist, and my Sir.

But, above all, he was still my best friend.

And I loved him dearly for it.

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