MasukWe pulled away from the kiss just to catch our breath for a few seconds.
"You've often told me about the awesome blowjobs you gave your boyfriends. And if I remember right, you've only bragged to me about them, but never offered to give me one," he muttered. "That pisses me off a lot."
"I always knew you were jealous of the guys I dated." I bit my lips.
He stood and dropped his pants, then sat back with his legs spread open a bit as he rubbed his hard wood. "Prove to me how good you are."
I got on my knees in front of him. Then I ran my hand up his leg, feeling him shudder as his cock stiffened even more. My hand gripped him tightly. His wood was bigger than any cock I've held, and believe me, I've held a lot of cocks.
I began stroking him, pumping him. Derek closed his eyes as my warm hands gripped his cock. Soon, I coated it with my saliva. My tongue ran over the shaft, leaving not one spot dry. I covered the tip and sucked gently, taking in more, and kept a vacuum-like hold on him, and with a pop, I released him.
I was enjoying teasing him. I licked the base to the tip, all around, then took several inches in between my jaw. My head rocked back and forth. My hand found his balls and cupped him, tugging lightly. Derek spaced out as I serviced his whole package. When my mouth left his wood, he came back to reality, but only for a brief moment.
My hand plumped his cock again as I took one ball at a time in my mouth. My tongue found his cock again. I lubed it up well with my saliva and pumped his wood through my lips, faster each time. His climax was near, but then I slowed the pace and took him all in until his tip touched the back of my throat.
The vibrations of my moaning were pushing him to the edge. I went back to jerking him with my lips until he finally couldn't hold it anymore. It was a hell of a release, and I gulped down all of it. Sucking him raw.
I sank back down, wiping away the mess around my lips with the tip of my finger. I couldn't think of how wrong that all was. He was relaxed.
"So, Elsa..." he said while trying to catch his breath. "Learned anything?"
"Oh... I've learned a lot in just this little time," I smiled. "But now, I want you to focus on my needs."
I rose up, and Derek followed. He stood in front of me. His fingers went under my dress as he slid my lacy panties past my thighs and down my ankles, exposing my bare cunt.
"Step out of them," he commanded, and I obeyed.
He then ran another finger over my smooth mound. With one, he stroked my clit, sending shivers down my spine.
"You want it?" he asked.
I nodded.
"You want me to play with you?" he asked, to which a whimper escaped my lips. "Then... beg for it."
"Please, Derek... play with me." But I wasn't acting. I was giving myself up to him. I was craving his touch, and he granted my wish as he felt the slipperiness of my lips.
He was barely touching me, but I shuddered over and over.
"I'm going to make you cum harder than you've ever cummed before."
He slipped a finger inside my pussy, and I immediately shut my eyes tight. My body sank down to capture his other fingers, and he slowly took advantage of it. My lips quivered and I bit my lips to keep the moans aching to leave, at bay.
Two fingers entered me, and he increased his speed. My clit was sopping and swollen. He wrapped his arm around my back, as he wasn't going to let me go until I came. I writhed violently under his grip. My moans turned to animal-like grunts. I clawed at him, punched him, and screamed because he wouldn't let me go. My legs clamped together, but he kept his hands in my pussy.
I didn't realize how far we were from the couch until we crashed into the wall, but Derek still held me tightly as he fingered the hell out of me. With nowhere to run, I struggled harder. My breath came unevenly, my hands gripped his shirt as I shook and screamed.
My body fell limp against his. His hand was drenched, but he kept pressing my clit until I had nothing left. My head fell to his chest as I tried to catch my breath.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
I nodded.
"But you didn't ask me if you could cum."
I froze.
"Did I give you permission to cum?" he asked. "Answer me!"
"No, Derek," I answered, sulking.
He dropped his arm and held his two cum soaked fingers in front of me. I avoided his gaze as I lapped up the mess and sucked it up. Suddenly, as if I was nothing but bones, he gripped both of my hands with just one of his as he dragged me to the room.
"You're going to be punished for your selfishness," he said in a sharp voice.
When we entered my room, he left me kneeling at the bed while he ransacked my closet.
"I know you have some toys in here," he said as he pushed my clothes aside. "You always loved telling me about how you used them on yourself."
It didn't take long before he found the toys I hid. Rope, chains, ties, handcuffs, bars, bed restraints, everything anyone could want for bondage play. He lifted the lid and sorted through the paddles and floggers and chose a whip while I waited patiently.
"Come here." He grabbed my arm roughly and pushed me down into a kneeling position.
I didn't know Derek to be this aggressive, but I did ask to know him a lot more, and I was enjoying this version of him.
He undid my dress as my perfect tits greeted him as he pulled my bra off me. Somehow, he got my naked body bent over with my legs and arms secured. He didn't use a gag on me as he needed me to be able to tell him if he was hurting me. After that, he stepped back to admire what he had done.
He twirled the flogger around and gave the air a good few lashes. My ass and pretty legs were begging for stripes. He trailed the tail up my legs, across my pussy, and over my ass. I shivered in response, but I said nothing as he started in on me.
I gasped at the first lash while he worked his way up and down my legs. I tensed as the flogger marked my pretty, unflawed skin. He gave a full-powered, back-handed strike to my ass, and I jolted and cried out. I moaned, but he wasn't ready yet.
"You're going to stay there and think about what you've done," he said as he left me in that position, whipped with a moist pussy.
We pulled away from the kiss just to catch our breath for a few seconds."You've often told me about the awesome blowjobs you gave your boyfriends. And if I remember right, you've only bragged to me about them, but never offered to give me one," he muttered. "That pisses me off a lot.""I always knew you were jealous of the guys I dated." I bit my lips.He stood and dropped his pants, then sat back with his legs spread open a bit as he rubbed his hard wood. "Prove to me how good you are."I got on my knees in front of him. Then I ran my hand up his leg, feeling him shudder as his cock stiffened even more. My hand gripped him tightly. His wood was bigger than any cock I've held, and believe me, I've held a lot of cocks.I began stroking him, pumping him. Derek closed his eyes as my warm hands gripped his cock. Soon, I coated it with my saliva. My tongue ran over the shaft, leaving not one spot dry. I covered the tip and sucked gently, taking in more, and kept a vacuum-like hold on him,
The weight of my body pressed against him was so hot. His breath brushed my skin, and the softness of his touch sent chills running down my spine. My heart was begging for distance, but my body had already made its choice.His hand rested on my face as he tilted my chin upwards. His eyes were locked on my mouth while he traced the corner of my lips with his thumb. Our breaths tangled in the narrow space between us. Our faces drifted closer until our lips hovered just a breath apart.But then he stopped, and that pause burned more than any kiss ever could.The air in my living room felt very heavy, and for a second, I thought I could hear my own heartbeat echo off the walls. Derek’s hand was still at my waist, his breath warm at the base of my neck, but his eyes had changed. He wasn't looking at me with hunger anymore. He was looking at me with uncertainty. And I understood why.He stepped back first, breaking us apart.“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. "I'm sorry."“You d
Later that day, after I returned home from work. I sat on my couch for what felt like hours, thinking about whether I should give in to the dangerous pull towards Derek. I was caught up between sense and temptation.This was all new to me. Something about the way he is now just makes me want to have him, and not in the same way we were years ago. I reached out, grabbing my phone from the coffee table beside me. I unlocked it and went straight to my mail. My fingers hovered over his contact number as I hesitated to copy it.I thought to myself how silly it was. How totally ridiculous it was to feed more attention to what's happening. And yet... the thought of him still being drawn to me, the thought of me still having that kind of hold over him felt dangerously and deliciously intoxicating.Later that night, after pacing around for what felt like forever, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled softly. Then I whispered to myself."Fuck it, I'm calling him."I tapped on his
"You remember me?" I asked in a soft voice, unsure if I actually heard him say my name.He scoffed. "There's not a machine in this world that will be able to wipe you out of my head," he smiled, pressing me even harder against him that it felt like our bodies were merging as one. "You're unforgettable, Elsa."I immediately threw my arms around him, hugging him back. After a while, we pulled apart slowly, reluctant to let each other go, but we had to. I couldn't risk letting anyone see me with a bride's husband in that manner.I smoothed down my dress. "Okay, so if you actually remembered me, why then did you not say anything back there? You just walked past me like I was a statue," I asked, playfully frowning at him."I apologize for making you feel that way, Elsa. It was not my intention," he pleaded. "I really didn't think I'd meet you here at all. It was so unexpected that when I saw you, I didn't know what to do. I needed time to process everything so I could react properly withou
My stepmother loved watching me have sex. Whenever I had my boyfriend around, she would stand outside, peeking through the slightly opened door, watching me and my then partner make love.I always thought it was some kind of fantasy of hers to watch her stepdaughter. But it was something else.Years ago, after the death of my father, I was basically turned into Cinderella. The classic 'daughter turned into a slave in her own father's house'. My stepmother was jealous of me. She hated how beautiful I was and the attention I got from guys back then... it was humiliating.After a while, I got fed up with it, and because my father was dead and I was nineteen, I had no one to stand up for me. No one but Derek.Back then, he was a guy who lived next door. Your typical silent, mysterious, but sweet guy that every girl in the area drooled over. I just didn't see what they were thirsting for about him, but whatever it was sure made a lot of girls go crazy.One evening, he approached me, and th







