Written by Luvmarriedpussy

BDSM
25 Nov 2010


(I wrote this based on a real meeting I had with a sexy sub. Hope you like it...)

You have been waiting for what seems like hours, although you know in reality it is less time. You have butterflies in your stomach. You are so nervous.

This interview will be unlike anything you have done before in your life. But you know that if you pass, if you please the interviewer sufficiently, a whole new world will open up for you.

You hear a noise. Footsteps in the hallway. The handle turns. Your heart leaps…

I enter the room dressed in a smart suit with a crisp white shirt and a pale blue tie. You are sitting on a chair in the centre of the room. You are wearing a little black dress and nothing else, as instructed. Your hands are folded in your lap, as you await my instructions – a look of apprehension and excitement on your face. I walk past you and you can hear me moving - doing things behind you, but you know not what. Then you feel my hand brush your cheek. I stroke your hair, and trail my fingers down your neck. Your skin is burning and your face flushed with desire.

“Stand” I command, and you do so. I run my fingers lightly down your spine, which your backless dress leaves exposed. You close your eyes and bite your lip. My hand moves, and when you open your eyes, I am standing before you. I have the chair in my hand. I put it down, and sit on it. You now stand before me.

“Strip” I say. “Slowly.”

As you are bidden, you lift your hands to the straps of your dress. This will not take long. Slowly, you push them off your shoulders and the dress falls lightly to the floor. You stand still. Naked.

My eyes slowly travel down your body, drinking in the sight of you. You sense approval. You also notice, with a shudder, the swelling at my groin – I am greatly excited. You feel exposed, as though you are on display, and you like it. The feeling of lust that you clearly instil in me makes you feel almost powerful. That is, until I once again remind you who holds the power.

“Turn around.”

You turn around, and you can almost feel my hot gaze burrowing into your flesh. Once again, you feel my fingers trace your spine. This time they continue down to trace the curve of one buttock. My left hand closes over it, and I stroke your bottom, firmly but gently. My other hand traces a line down your right leg, along the outside of your thigh, down to your ankle. Then it circles to the inside of your ankle, and starts to very slowly run up the inside of your leg.

“Spread your legs” you hear me command. Your face burning with excitement and shame, you part your legs. The air feels cool against your hot wet pussy, and you realise that your innermost sanctum is open to my gaze.

He can do whatever he wants! you think.

As if reading your mind, my fingers trace their way up the inside of your thigh…closer and closer to your burning pussy. My left hand, meanwhile, grips your buttock and pulls it to one side – opening you crudely. You are very aware that your bottom and pussy are extremely exposed. Suddenly, you feel my breath on your skin, and you realise that my face is only inches from your sex. My fingers now brush your pussy lips ever so slightly, and you gasp. You can feel that you are slick with juices, and you know that you are lubricating my fingers unintentionally.

Suddenly, you feel my weight shift behind you.

“Bend over.”

You shudder slightly, wondering what is to come next. You lean forward, and have to open your legs wider to balance. My left hand on your bottom continues to hold you open and steady. My right fingers now slide once, firmly, from the back of your wet pussy to the front – they are slick and as they slip through your lips and brush over your clit, you gasp out loud.

“Quiet” you hear me say, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning.

My finger strokes you again, only more slowly. From the back, sliding between your lips, slipping ever so slightly inside on its way past, over your throbbing clit and away. Then the third time, it pauses, and starts to probe you. Your leg begins to shudder slightly, as you feel my finger slowly but relentlessly press forwards, penetrating you, filling your tight wet cunt. It seems to keep coming, filling you deeper and deeper, until you can almost take it no more – then it starts to pull out again. You shudder once more, feeling more exposed than ever. Then, unexpectedly…

*crack*

My left hand lifts and slaps your ass hard. You nearly lose balance.

“Steady” you hear me say.

You recover, and your left buttock feels hot as the stinging sensation slowly fades. Then before you can think about this new turn of events, my fingers slides quickly inside again and out, making you moan once more.

“I told you to be quiet. Now I may have to punish you.”

Your heart leaps – what might that mean? The wet, slippery finger now slides out of your pussy, and for a moment is gone. You feel empty without it, and find yourself pushing your bum back, trying to find it again. When you next feel it, you jump slightly – it is no longer on your pussy.

My slippery finger unexpectedly but delicately touches your tight little asshole, and you almost fall forwards with surprise. Surely not? Then it starts to make small circular movements. It is so wet with your pussy juices, that you immediately feel it slip inside ever so slightly. Your asshole feels so tight, it seems to grip the slick finger firmly. Slowly, unstoppably, you now feel the finger slide forwards and into your most private place, violating you. It is moist enough that it does not hurt. You are unsure what to feel. Part of you is shocked, but part of you is excited at this total disregard for taboo. You are naked and bending over before this smartly dress, suited man, who has finger fucked you, spanked you, and is now sliding himself inside your tight asshole.

“Get on your knees.”

This is unexpected. With my finger still impaled inside you, you carefully lower yourself first to one knee, and then the other, trying to remain bent forward. The movement causes your muscles to tighten further around my finger.

“Forehead and elbows on the floor.”

You obey, and find yourself in the most exposed and submissive position. Your head is on the floor, and your ass in the air. Your legs are spread, and you are being penetrated most intimately. Yet, you are more excited than you have ever been. You have no control over what might happen – this man has you in his power…and you like it.

With one finger now slowly sliding in and out of your tight asshole, you feel my other hand slide down to your still wet pussy. My thumb gently slips inside you, sliding in easily due to your excitement. Then it slowly withdraws, and starts to massage your now throbbing clit.

You feel the pleasure mounting. My thumb on your clit, slipping over it easily, from side to side, and my finger fucking your tight asshole. You start to buck your hips, and to moan slightly. You can feel waves of pleasure starting to build…

“What are you doing? Did I say you could cum?” you hear my stern voice.

“Sir…please” you beg, but it is too late. You feel my thumb leave your clit, and my finger smoothly and firmly slide out from you. You are left with a feeling of loss and emptiness, and your clit still tingles from the remembered touch.

*crack*

Once again, you feel my hand firmly slap your ass.

*crack*

*crack*

*crack*

Your face is buried in the carpet, and your ass held high to receive the small rain of blows. Your cheeks sting, and then burn, but once again you moan in pleasure. Then it stops, and for a moment there is silence. Your cheeks feel red and hot, and your pussy aches to be touched again. Dare you look around? You dare not. Then you hear me.

“Sit up.”

You do so, and look around. You see me sitting once again on the chair. My eyes are filled with lust, as I gaze at your quivering body.

“Would you do anything for me?” you hear me ask.

“Yes Sir” your voice trembles. “Anything.”

“Then come here…”

You start to rise, but my voice stops you.

“Wait.”

You pause, half crouched. For a moment, we are both still. You realise what you must look like, on one knee, hair dishevelled, breasts rising and falling in time with your panting. My eyes once again travel from yours down past your breasts. You realise that I am staring openly at your pussy, which suddenly seems even more open and exposed than when my fingers were inside you. The cool air makes you very aware of the moisture that still clings to your lips, and you feel your cheeks colour. My eyes return to yours.

“Here. On your knees”.

Holding my gaze, you lean forward and put your hands on the floor in front of you. On all fours, you start to crawl towards me. You cannot help swinging your bottom provocatively as you approach, your eyes still on mine. When you reach my feet, you pause, looking a little uncertain. Without a word, I stand.

Looking up the length of my body, you can see that I am still excited. Taking the initiative, you kneel up and lean towards my groin. Before I can react, you press your face against me. My cock feels rock solid through the material against your cheek. My hands move to your head and you feel my fingers slip into your hair. Emboldened, you bring one hand up to my fly, and ever so slowly start to inch down the zip. My fingers start to massage your scalp, as you reach your hand inside my trousers.

Suddenly you gasp, at the unexpected touch of my warm flesh. You realise that I am wearing no underwear, and your fingers close around my throbbing shaft. You pull it free from my trousers, and it stands erect – engorged with blood, swollen with my desire for you. You stare at it for a moment, before slowly squeezing it in the palm of your hand. Then you lean forward once again, and delicately kiss the tip. I shudder, and you feel my fingers start to entwine into your hair. You part your lips and allow my swollen head to slip between them, your tongue sliding over the end. Then without warning, my fingers grip your hair tightly, and you feel me pressing forwards. You open your mouth fully and relax your lips and tongue. My cock slides further into your mouth, deeper, until you start to gag. You feel my hot flesh inside your mouth, and the slightly salty taste of my excitement. Then my cock slides out, until just the tip is resting against your lips. You glance up mischievously, and once again your tongue ventures out to slide over the head of my penis. You can see unbridled lust in my eyes, and then my cock thrusts forwards with more force as I rhythmically start to fuck your mouth. You almost overbalance, but my hands hold your head in a vicelike grip. Your mouth open wide to receive me, you feel as though I will fill you up entirely. My hands slide down until one is on your cheek, and the other under your chin. For the first time, you feel like I am using you as a slave, a plaything. You are the object of my lust, and I am slaking it with your mouth. You close your eyes, and your lips and chin feel slick with saliva. You wonder whether I will cum inside your mouth, and then you realise that you don’t care.

My thrusts become shorter but faster, and you sense that I am close. You open your eyes once more, and see that mine appear unfocussed as I drink in the sight of my cock fucking your face. Without thinking, you reach up with one hand and cup my balls. As you squeeze them gently, I suddenly change to long, slow, powerful thrusts and my grip tightens on your face. I shut my eyes and start to gasp as you feel my cock twitch in your mouth, and then you feel it. Hot and salty, I start to pump my cum deep into your mouth. You moan involuntarily, and start to suck firmly on my throbbing cock, swallowing my cum as fast as I can produce it.

“Oh My God, don’t stop” I breathe, still panting.

You continue to suck, even after there is no more cum. Then you start to slip your tongue along my shaft once again, and you feel me relax and let out a ragged breath.

“Good girl. You have pleased me.”

You feel a surge of happiness and pride. I am pleased with your attentions and your skill. You glance up, and see me looking down at you, my fingers once again stroking your hair. Then my face grows stern.

“Now make me hard again.”

You nod imperceptibly, and raise both hands to my cock. It is still engorged, but a little softer. One hand still gently squeezing my balls, the other grips my shaft and pulls back my foreskin to reveal the large purple head. You slide out your tongue and start to lick it greedily, like a lollipop. At the same time, you slowly pull the foreskin backwards and forwards, gently wanking me, milking my cock of every last drop of cum. With satisfaction, you realise that you can feel me starting to swell once again.

“Suck me.”

You open wide, and take my full length into your mouth, sucking firmly as you do so. Then you slowly pull back, maintaining suction as my cock slides out, your tongue lashing against the head as you do so. By now, I am rock hard once more, and you look up at me in triumph.

Without taking my eyes from yours I start to undo my shirt, one button at a time. Silently you watch me, one hand still on my cock, feeling it pulse gently in time with my heartbeat. My chest naked beneath, I pull the shirt and jacket slowly from my shoulders and allow it to fall to the floor. Then I start to unbuckle my belt. As an afterthought, I put one hand to your forehead and push you backwards. You overbalance, and fall back to sit on the floor at my feet, legs half crossed.

Deliberately, I slide my trousers down and slip them off. I am now naked before you, my cock once again erect. I walk towards the chair, turn and sit. Then I motion you to stand.

“Come here.”

You walk toward me, nervously, until you are standing in front of me. I reach for your hips, grasp them, and turn you around so that your back is to me. Then you feel a hand on your back, pushing forwards, bending you over. Your mind races as once again you feel my fingers part your ass cheeks, but before you have time to wonder what is happening, you feel my hot breath and my tongue sweep over your still moist pussy lips. Gasping, you part your legs slightly and immediately feel my tongue slip between your lips and into your aching pussy. My hands grip your hips and pull you back onto my face, burying my lips and tongue into you. Then I pull back slightly, to allow my tongue to slide forwards over your clit, flicking delicately over its quivering tip. Your whole body shudders with pleasure, and you start to grind your pussy into my face, when suddenly my tongue is gone. You pause, confused and lost, until I speak again.

“Turn around.”

You turn to face me. I am leaning back in the chair, my cock standing up straight and quivering slightly. I reach my hand to you, and you move closer, taking it in yours. You part your legs and step either side of the chair, either side of me, until you are standing over me, your pussy over my cock. Then you slowly lower yourself until you can feel the head of my cock pressing against your pussy lips, which are gorged and soaked with pleasure and anticipation.

“Stop.”

You can’t believe it. You pause, every one of your senses acutely aware of the warm head of my penis, pressing lightly against you.

“Hold it right there, and close your eyes.”

With my throbbing cock still brushing your aching cunt, you remain half crouched, half straddling me, and shut your eyes. You feel my hands on your body – stroking your hips then sliding up your waist. Struggling to resist the temptation to sit down hard on my cock, you shiver as my fingers lightly brush across your breasts. Then you jerk slightly in shock as your nipples are struck by a sharp stinging sensation. You realise that I have just flicked your nipples before my hands continue to slide upwards towards your neck. As the stinging relaxes into a slight tingling, your awareness is becoming concentrated in three areas – your hard sensitive nipples and your dripping cunt. My hands stroke your neck, and then briefly close around it and grip ever so slightly. You hold your breath, half scared and half aroused, but after a moment I release my grip and lower my hands once more to your breasts.

“Would you like to fuck me?” I breathe.

“Oh yes…OH!” As soon as you start to answer, my fingers close tightly over your nipples and squeeze them firmly.

“Well?”

Swallowing, you struggle to answer despite your pounding heart and thick breathing.

“Yes please, sir. Please let me fuck you.” You start to move your hips backwards and forwards slightly, causing your slippery clit to slide over the head of my cock. For a moment there is silence. Then you feel my fingers tighten further on your aching nipples.

“Did I say you could do that?”

“I’m sorry Sir!” you breathe. “I can’t help it. Please. Please let me fuck you!”

You open your eyes and stare into mine, pleadingly. I smile, and start to pull gently on your nipples. You gasp once more, amazed at the sensation washing through your breasts.

“Very well.” I wink. “You may fuck me.”

Immediately you sink down onto my cock. Your pussy is so wet that the throbbing shaft slides smoothly inside you as you lower your weight onto me, firmly impaling yourself. It seems to slide inside you for ever, deeper and deeper, until you can’t take any more. You groan and shudder, as feelings of unbearable pleasure start to build. My are fingers still massaging your nipples as you put your hands around the back of my neck and pull yourself forwards until your clit is pressed against me, and my cock is buried deep in your cunt. Then you start to writhe, grinding yourself onto me, waves of pleasure starting to wrack your body.

“Did I say that you could cum, Miss Jones?”

My voice cuts through your pleasure and you stop moving. Hovering on the brink of orgasm, you stare into my eyes in wild desperation. The muscles of your vagina are contracting involuntarily around my erection, and you are panting. My fingers leave your nipples, and I grip your waist.

“No, please…” you start to murmur, but I am already lifting you. Tears rush to your eyes as you feel my hot cock slide out of you, leaving your pussy feeling empty and desperate. The air feels cool against the slick juices that cover your lips and clit. A sheen of sweat covers your body, and your mind is woozy with frustration and desire.

“Back on your knees.”

Uncertain whether you are panting or sobbing, you drop to your knees before me, and lower your head to the ground in utter submission. You hear me rise and move behind you. My hand touches your spine, and slides up your back and over your neck. Slipping up to your head, my fingers carefully grasp your hair and gently lift. I pull your head up, and guide you forwards closer to the empty chair. Shuffling forwards on your knees, I press your forehead to the chair seat. Understanding, you reach your arms forwards and slide them around the back of the chair, hugging it. You are now on your knee leaning over the chair.

“Stay like that.”

My hands slowly slide down your back once more, gently stroking and massaging it. You are aware of a burning need that begins in your groin and seems to expand outwards to every part of your body. Your skin feels electric, and you cannot help shuddering at my every touch. Your breasts, hanging in the air, feel full and heavy, and your nipples like rock hard points of pain or pleasure, you are unsure which.

As my hands reach your firm ass cheeks, my thumbs rub and massage them deeply. You feel one of my knees force its way between your legs, and you realise that I too am kneeling. I push your legs wider apart, and my hands roughly pull your ass cheeks open. You are beyond shame. You relax, your legs open wide and your ass and pussy spread for me – giving yourself over to my will. You press your face against the seat and squeeze your arms tighter around the chair, hoping only that I grant you release soon from the pent up pleasure and frustration that still grips you.

Despite the sensations wracking your body, you still quiver when you feel my fingers slip into your crack and slide down over your pussy, slipping through your lips and brushing over your clit. You can feel the mix of sweat and pussy juices have left you moist and slick, and my fingers start to massage your pussy in slow, widening circles. Involuntarily, you start to push back once again, trying to get closer to me. As I rub your juices into your skin, you suddenly realise what it is I am going to do. My fingers start to rub up and down the entire length of your crack, from your lower back to your quivering clit. After several long strokes, I start to rub my slippery finger in ever smaller circles around your tight little asshole, moistening the skin around it. You moan softly, as even here your skin feels sensitive to the touch, and when I press my finger to your bottom and it slips in ever so slightly, you gasp loudly with pleasure.

You are so relaxed and wet that my finger starts to easily slide gently in and out. You tense your muscles, gripping it tightly, and start to sway your hips slightly. Slowly, my finger withdraws and you feel my weight shift closer. Then my cock is once again brushing against your cunt, slipping past your lips and over your clit. It slides back to the opening of your once again dripping pussy, and suddenly thrusts deep inside you. You whimper with pleasure, but after second thrust it is gone. Then you feel it again, pressed against your bottom.

My head feels hot against your skin, and slippery from your pussy. With small circular movements, you feel it press more firmly against you and you grip the back of the chair tightly, relaxing your muscles and trying to welcome it inside you. Then unexpectedly, it seems to pass through an invisible barrier and is suddenly sliding smoothly and easily inside you. You gasp loudly, and start to pant with pleasure. You have never felt so full, so penetrated. It feels huge, and yet incredibly satisfying. Squeezing your eyes tight shut, you are suddenly struck with a mental image of your position. You are on your knees, face pressed down hard onto the chair, with your ass cheeks held open and a throbbing cock impaled deep in your tight ass. You almost cum at the image and only by tensing all of your muscles and gritting your teeth can you resist. In doing so your ass grips my cock more tightly and you hear me gasp. You are suddenly aware of how much power you have over me at this moment, despite your submissive position. Tightening your muscles again, you start to rock every so slightly backwards and forward on your knees. As you do so, you feel my cock slipping gently deeper then shallower and we both moan and shudder together.

My weight shifts once again as you feel me lean forward. One hand one your back, I appear to be supporting myself on you. You realise why when my other hand slides down past your waist to your stomach, and then starts to crawl down towards your sopping pussy. Uncertain whether you will be able to hold out much longer, you struggle to speak.

“Sir, please…may I cum?”

My finger slides over your quivering clit at the same time as I thrust my cock deeper inside your ass, and you jump as though electrocuted. You barely hear my voice, thick with lust and pleasure.

“You may.”

With my fingers massaging your clit, I start to push my cock deeper into you with a series of slow, powerful thrusts. We are both moaning with pleasure as you feel the familiar waves start to build once more, now somehow magnified.

“I’m going to cum in your ass!” My words, said through my laboured breathing, are the last straw.

“So am I – don’t stop!” you scream, and suddenly the sensations seem to merge together and overwhelm all of your senses at once. Your orgasm explodes in wave after wave. You are dimly aware that you are screaming, and that I am thrusting once more deep inside you and then relaxing. You imagine that you can feel my hot cum streaming into your ass, and you almost black out with pleasure.

Slowly, your senses start to return. You feel me pressed against your back, my heart beating strongly. My cock is still in your bottom, but it is softening. You like the sensation of a warm and soft penis inside you, and you give a final squeeze, making me shudder and then giggle. I nuzzle your shoulder and kiss your neck.

“Are you ok?”

The sternness has gone from my voice, and been replaced by a tender concern.

“Yes. You smile softly to yourself. “I’m just fine”

I take your chin in my hand and turn your face towards me. I softly kiss you on the lips for the first time. “Miss Jones, I think you’re hired.”


Comments