Bound and Painted

I've been asked to wait here, in the bedroom.  I'm standing by the bed thinking about how dark it is today.  Gloomy outside and the room is in a heavy shadow.  I move over to a large mirror that has been beckoning me ever since you mentioned not having fucked me up against it yet.  I'm not really looking at anything in particular. I'm just making note that it's too dark to play with the mirror today, but I'm looking forward to it.

As you walk back into the room, I see you lay a lighter on the nightstand.  An earlier text mentioned you saw a stick candle and thought of me, so I'm assuming there is one that I just haven't seen yet.  I'm eager to get started and so excited to see what you have planned.

We come together by the bed and when your lips meet, I melt into the kiss.  It's been a couple of weeks since I've felt your lips on me, so I'm reluctant to give it up as you begin to undress me.  I give in but watch you closely as you raise my shirt to reveal my bra.

You're wearing the new ones.

Yes.  I just took the tags off this morning.

Do you remember what happened last time you wore these? 

Yes. I got fucked very well.

And where did I cum? 

Mmm.  Inside of me.

I am fully undressed and you lay me back onto the bed.  Pulling me down so my ass is barley on the edge.  Lift each of my legs and place my feet against your thighs and spread my legs.  I see a smirk cross your face when you see my little surprise for you, but you don’t say a thing.  Your initials in silver metallic tattoos on my freshly shaved pussy.  I put them on yesterday while I was feeling naughty in the hopes that I would get to see you this week.  You simply keep manipulating my body into your desired position, placing each of my hands on my ankles.  You ask me to stay like that, but drop my feet back down to the bed and leave the room once again. 

When you return, you have a couple of ties in your hand.  I'm intimately familiar with these particular ties at this point and am slick with anticipation.  You place my feet back on your thighs and begin to wrap my left wrist and bind it tightly to my left ankle.  Unlike previous encounters, there is no play in these bindings.  As you start to work on my right wrist, you tell me about how you have been thinking about tying me up like this for a long time now.  This binding is even tighter and I'm locked in place, ready for what's next.

You reach over to the nightstand and pick up a lighter and a white stick candle.  You light the candle and hold it upright watching as the wax pools.  It's so quiet in the room that the only noise is the flicker of the flame.  The waiting is killing me, and I'm fixated on your hand holding the candle.  Once enough time has passed, you slowly tilt the candle.  It still takes a while for the hot wax to fall and I hold my breath for the agonizing wait.  When the wax first hits my nipple, it stings in the most incredible way and I loudly breathe out trying to stifle a squeal.  A few more drops and as the pace picks up my body is aching for more.  I'm watching you working on me and your breathing is calm, hands are so steady.  Not even a tremor; your confidence is always impressive to me.  The wax is so light in color, that I can't really see where it has splattered or the pattern it’s making, but the feeling is intoxicating and let out little ah's as they burn.  You have never been this quiet and it's almost unnerving.  I close my eyes and lay my head back to concentrate on the feeling of the wax hitting my body.

I feel you remove my feet from your thighs and place them on the bed so that you can step away.  When I open my eyes, the candle is gone and you are very slowly stepping back to me.  You seem to be deep in thought and I'm quietly waiting for you to proceed.  You sink to your knees before me in the sexiest way I have ever seen you do before and come so very close to my spread pussy and just stop.  I'm watching keenly wondering when you will make contact.  You quietly stay right where you are teasing me with your hot fucking breath.  It torments me, and I want more than your breath to invade me.  My wrists are still tied my ankles so there is no chance that I can grab you myself.  I can barely take the anticipation and almost let out a please when you lean a little closer and slyly lick me.  We lock eyes and you do it again.  This time licking my ass as you go.  I want to fucking burst, willing you to fully commit and devour me.  You lock eyes with me one more time and then you lock on.  Expertly licking and invading me with your tongue.  I push my body down hard onto you out of pure need.  I pull hard against the restraints only wanting to touch you, but my hands are firmly locked on my ankles.  Instead I dig my nails into me and wish it was you.

Suddenly, you stop and say you'll be right back.  This time you return with your phone, so I know we'll be taking some video.  You point the camera and snap a couple of pictures and label it aloud, Bound.  Then the camera is laid on the nightstand and you turn back beginning to untie your drawstrings.  Finally, you start to talk to me again. Telling me how much you wanted to cum yesterday and how it had been awhile since you last came.  I ask about cumming on Saturday, since I had seen a picture of his beautifully erect cock.  It would be a shame if that wasn't taken care of.  I know I was begging for it.

I wanted to call you over yesterday and suck me dry.

I wish you would have.

I couldn't.  Too busy.

I know.  And the thing is, I do.  Mondays are always hard, yesterday was no different, except I was aching in the worst way too.  A fantasy that I often have flashes through my mind in an instant.  You on a call and me on my knees.  Working your cock, knowing for the first time in forever, you'll have to be quiet.  No talking, no instruction.  Or maybe you do have to talk on the call while your cock is in my mouth.  Measured breath, steady voice.  Finding your release in the quietest way; something I've never seen from you.

When I come back to here and now you're still talking about cumming.  Telling me it's going to be a lot and that you plan to paint my face with it.  Fully undressed now, I watch as you work yourself just a little while you talk about me sucking your balls.  Thinking about leaving me bound and crouching over my face so I can lick your balls or letting me get on my knees to service you.  It all sounds very good to me and I voice my opinion as you step over to get in position.

Teasing my clit with your cock a few times and then pushes hard into me.  Putting your full weight into it, crushing me in every way possible, and I feel like I just might break apart.  Easing up to adjust and you push fully into me again and my hungry pussy envelopes you.  Fucking me mercilessly, your hands are pushing hard against my bound legs.  I find myself pushing you back with my feet and my hands together.  Once I find some relief from the force of your weight, but not from your thrusts, I tune back into the current discussion.  You logged into my Fetlife account yesterday and had some fun looking around.  Saw a girl being fisted, and it made you think about stretching me further, maybe getting a speculum and opening me wide, cumming in me that way and then making me lick it clean.

Is that too much?

No.  I've been into BDSM for a long time, so no, it doesn't shock me.  I just finally have someone that I know won't hurt me, who will do the things I've been thinking about.  I’ve let you guide me, but I know there are things we haven’t discussed that I’m into trying.  Since I've been on Fetlife, I've seen a lot more than I ever did watching porn.  I have a firm grasp on what my hard limits are.  Fisting is not wet inducing for me.  It seems like a parlor trick, more than anything else.  I don't see how either party derives pleasure from it, but who knows.  Wait…will your watch be on?  Will I get to feel it as it scrapes me?  If so, I could be into it.  As for the speculum, find one.  You have carte blanche.

When was the last time you got fucked good?  My name punctuating that question so I know I am meant to answer, but I can't.  I'm breathless from the pounding, and we both know the answer anyway.

Pulling out for a short time and work on yourself while you talk about how you wanted to pour some hot wax on my pussy but that you really wanted to eat it first.  I kind of want to yell fuck me, light the candle please.  But before I get the chance, you fill me again and I am lost in the moment.  My breathing ragged immediately, and it's getting harder to concentrate on your words.  Explaining how you are looking forward to watching me eating another girl's pussy.  So I ask what you are going to be doing.

Fucking you from behind.  Have her tell me how it feels to have your tongue on her pussy.  Maybe let her suck my dick.  What do you want me to do?

Fuck my ass.

Good girl.  Maybe I'll grab fist of your hair and shove your head down into her pussy while I fuck your tight little ass.

I moan in response.  The pounding intensified during that last little bit and I can no longer speak.

How are the bindings?

Their fine comes amidst ragged breaths.

You pull out and take a couple more pictures.  I have been bound in this position with your weight heavy against them, so I close my legs and lay on my side to rest a bit while you put the camera back.  Working yourself on your way back over, you must decide this position is as good as any.  I am locked down in place with one hand, while the other directs your cock, filling me once again.  The position isn't as punishing as the last.  With every thrust, I can feel your balls as they almost get sucked up into my ass cheeks.  I'm enjoying the moment, when your question comes.

Is he home this week?

Yes.  A very hard smack lands just where my ass and my leg meets.  I cry out in surprise as the pain radiates through me and turn to raging desire.  My cry is answered by a snickered response.

I hope he doesn't see that.

Like the initials?  I start to smile and then another hard blow lands in the same spot and I cry out again.  This time in ecstasy.  A couple more blows and I might just cum like this.

When did you do that?

Yesterday.  This time, I'm not rewarded with a smack.  Sadly, I know I won't get another today.

When were you going to show me?

I never answer the question.  You pull out once again, and I am left throbbing and wanting.  Push hard back in and you tell me how you would like to fuck my little ass in this position.

An audible mmmm and then I reply.  Sounds good.  I really like this position.  I can feel your balls between my ass cheeks with every thrust.  My words come out in stutters as I get pounded again.

You can feel them shove into you while I pound you?  And to prove the point, you thrust even harder.

Yes.

My legs are opened and I'm turned so that I am again on my back.  The blade of one of the ties falls between my legs.  It's red with a white pattern on it.  I wonder if you ever wear these ties in public.  I'm guessing no.  But if so, do you think about the times you have tied girls up with them?  I am pulled out of the small daydream when I am roughly pulled back down the bed so that my ass is handing off.  I know you have me in your thick, strong arms, so I don't find the need to struggle back on the bed.  My reward is you fucking me hard and so very deep.  I begin to choke on my words, and only shit actually escapes.

Tell me!  My name again calling my attention.

I wish I could answer.  I wish I could beg you for mercy.  You are tearing me apart from the inside.  But I can't.  I can't get them out and don't really want to.  When it's clear I can't answer, you go on to say that you think you'll put me on my knees in my favorite position so I can make you cum.  And then you stop fully and work to untie all the bindings.  I don't get a moment to rest before I hear your commands.

Get down there.  Get in position and suck my cock like I showed you.

I get down on my knees and immediately put you in my mouth.  I am not given a chance to do anything myself as your grab my head and tell me you want to fuck my mouth.  Thrusting hard, cutting off my air way with each one.  Deeper and deeper until you are fucking my throat.  My gag reflex is on the verge of getting triggered and you let up and allow me to work with your instruction.

Suck it like I taught you.  I take you deeper leaving you wetter with each pass.

Get it nice and wet and stroke it.  My hand spreading my spit and working it to the tip.

Yes.  Such a good little cock sucker now aren't you?   I just keep working, not wanting to stop.

Who taught you how to suck a dick like that?  My name reinforcing an answer is expected, so I relent but never stop my hand movement.

You did.  I look up at you with my answer and then go back to work.

I am ordered to suck your balls, and it's been a long time, so I greedily get to work.  Taking one in, sucking just hard enough, swirling my tongue around it.  Your hand still working yourself and I love the feeling of your hand working so closely to my face.  I'm rewarded with your reply.

Ah! Just like that.  Feels good.  Good fucking girl.

You hold your dick up to signal I should switch sides, and I comply.  Work your other ball in my mouth and take a few moments to look up at you watching me.  Again sucking just hard enough and swirling my tongue around it before letting it go.  Pulling it again, a little more aggressively.  My hair is pulled tight at the scalp and I'm pulled back to see how close you are to cumming.  I lick the tip.  Again, my head is grabbed and you fuck my throat.  Just on the verge of triggering my gag reflex again.  The sound of your pleasure not allowing me to back down.  I'm not sure if you can feel the trigger or not, but you ease up and pull out again, ordering me to go back to sucking your balls.  Specifically I should try to get them both in my mouth.

I smile a little as I know that this cannot happen.  I have tried many times, but I try again to please you.  When it's clear that I can't do it, you counter with they're just too big.  I hum my yes and then let you fall from my mouth as I listen to further instruction.

Lick my asshole and show me how much you want me to cum.

I pull in closer as you raise a leg for better access.  I brush my tongue across it before I plunge in.  I push my face up, and pull your ass as close as possible while I listen to your moans before I'm rewarded with another good girl that makes my pussy throb again with need.

Do you want me to paint your face or cum in your mouth?

I come out from underneath you, releasing my grip of your ass and run my hands down your legs as I answer.  I want you to do whatever your mood calls for you to do.

I want you to tell me where you want it.

Well…I think for the sake of the video, you should paint my face.  I can feel wax falling from my breasts to my knees as I answer. 

So do I.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Having never stopped working yourself, you let go to grab your phone and get the camera ready.  I'm ordered to scoot back and lay my head back against the bed.  I do as I'm asked and fuss with my hair trying to figure out the best way to get it out of the way for the mess to come.  I close my eyes even though I'm desperate to watch this happen.  I feel your presence lower as you go back to work.  A series of Ah Fucks! are released as I am washed in cum, spreading across every inch of my face and feeling like it's never going to end.  I open my mouth to take some in since I'm not leaving without a taste, and you still haven't stopped.  Once you are finally finished, I patiently wait for you to help clean me up.  All I can think though, is that I can't wait to see that video.

A Video Debut

I woke from a dream early that morning.  The kind that means you'll be changing the sheets later that day.  Full of lust and desire featuring hot wax, an unseen camera man (but I know it was you), and my toy which I haven't used since it let me down the last time we played with it.  I imagine the dream was result of our last encounter in which we were going to have you filming me while you are filling my mouth with cum.  I left well fucked in a way I didn't see coming and a little sad we didn't get to do what you had planned.  I'd been thinking about the idea of myself on video all week and wondering if I'm really ready for my face to be featured and the amount of trust involved in that.  Instead of wasting my time once again over thinking some small idea, I decide to take some inspiration from the dream and make a video for you myself, without your direction, and hope you love it.  You once asked me to show you how I fucked my toy when you were gone, and I failed. I won't fail again.

I have a ton of work to do that day, and several things I need to get ready or logistics to work through to get this right.  To start, during our usual morning conversation, I slip in that I had a dream that I'm not going to tell you about because I want to see if I can do if first.  Just know you could have something fun coming your way this week. And I seal that text with a kiss.  Your reply comes swift with Excellent :).  I figure I've got the gears turning at the very least and start my day.

I'm very excited to get to work on the details, but I'm not home alone yet and as I said I have some work to do as well.  I decide to split that work into sections, and as each portion is finished, I get to work for you.  After the first section is complete, I work on the playlist.  I already have one with your name on it.  It's where I put songs that you have sent me to listen to.  Some from very early on, like My Skin or Cold Desert.  Since they aren't all sexual in nature, I need to move them around a little.  Crave is up first.  Sort of my new favorite.  Speaks to me on a ton of levels and I know it will quickly make me wet as it often does.  Desire is up next.  The first sexually charged song that you sent me.  It has a presence to me like you do.  From the first chord I know this song is being played.  Since there aren't a ton of songs, I add a couple of my own that speak to me that you didn't send and put all the others behind them without too much consideration, since I am hoping that I finish before the end of Desire. Fingers crossed.

Back to work.  This time it's getting harder to concentrate.  I gather focus and when it's done, I jump in the shower.  A practice run on the playlist as well.  Turn the music up and step in.  The playlist is spot on because I already want to finger myself right there in the shower.  The very hot water drives the desire more and I resist the urge so that I can be fully charged for this evening and continue with my routine.  Denial is my goal, but I do want to keep my mind sexually engaged as much as possible, so I make sure not to rush the routine.  Shaving carefully, washing dutifully, making sure my hands linger and occasionally graze the already sensitive spots.  It's a painfully hard shower.  I step out, dry off and start to rub coconut oil into my freshly shaved pussy and casually run my fingers down from clit to slit.  Feels so good and I already want to grab the toy, but I'm not alone yet.  I spend some time on my makeup even though it won't be seen.  I just want the complete package.  As if you really were in the room with me.

A little more work to do before I'm alone and I have a few more logistics to work out before my debut.  Once I finish work for the day, I start to work on how I'm going to get the video to you. Dropbox is my best solution, but I'll need a brand new one, not connected to my computer, so that I have enough room for the files and guarantee that no one will stumble across it on my computer.  I set one up under my pseudonym. I add a file just for you and give you full permission to do as you please.  Reinforcing the trust of you for me.  Who knows what this file could ultimately be used for, but I hope to have fun with it.  I'm ready to go and in 30 minutes, I'll finally be alone. 

I spend some time in the bedroom making the bed and getting things ready for the event.  Inspect myself and make sure my pussy is ready to go.  Getting wet on and off all day can make for a mess.  I make sure I know how to use the camera on the laptop and I'm basically set.  And then I hear the garage door close.  Finally, I'm alone. 

I go back to the bed and put my laptop towards the end, pull out the toy and sit it next to where I plan to lay.  I've thought a lot about how to video it by myself.  I'm going to use the webcam on the laptop to video from the front.  Basically the view you had watching me from the shower.  And I'm going to video from the top with my phone.  I think it will ultimately be the better view if I can keep in place while I get fucked by my toy.  All set, time to call action.

I start the playlist, hit record on the laptop and get into position.  I'm not sure what audio will be picked up from each device, so I just decide to go with whatever I'm feeling and sort it out later.  As you know, I'm not a big talker and I'm not even that loud as a general rule, so I'll admit that I'm pretty nervous.  Other thoughts race through my head, thoughts meant to keep me from succeeding and I do my best to block them out as I run my hand down my black silk panties and explain out loud what I'm trying to accomplish for you.  I can feel a wet spot on my panties so I smile knowing that I've got this.  I pull them off so I can get started.

I grab the toy and bring it over without turning it on. Run it from my clit into my pussy and when I pull it out I can see that I'm far wetter than I even thought.  Although I'm very wet, the toy is big and doesn't immediately slide fully in.  I decide to speed up the process and turn the vibration on.  I continue the same routine from clit to slit working in farther each time.  Out loud I share my thoughts about being so wet and having been so all day thinking about the video.  My bravery gaining momentum as I go.  In and out a few more times.  Closer and closer to the goal.  Careful to keep the camera on my clit.

When the toy meets its destination and the petal hits my clit, I let out my breath as if I've been holding it in all day.  I tease it a few more times thrusting the toy in just enough to make contact, but not enough to drive it home.  When I can't stand the gentleness of the thrusts, I push and pull harder.  I'm not a patient girl and I need this to go quickly.  I picture myself begging for you to fuck me harder, and that thought alone does the trick.  When I've had enough torture, I slow things down a bit to make sure I'm hitting all the right spots.

I slowly pull out and push in, but more slowly run the petal up and down my clit as I thrust my hips.  Making sure I fuck the toy instead of it fucking me.  When I feel the electricity of a good spot, I stop the motion altogether and let the petal work its magic against my clit.  My soft moans fill the air and overtake the buzzing from the toy.  I repeat the process again a couple of times and then decide to turn the vibration up.

Gently in and out and more slowly up and down my clit.  The need to spill growing with every pulse.  A guttural groan escapes me as I hold the toy tight against my clit.  The strong vibration a relentless punishment.  I adjust the camera so that you can see my cunt swallowing the toy better, and tell you aloud how close I am already.  I know it won't be long before I cum.  I close my eyes and drop my head to ride the vibration as I continue to thrust the toy in and out searching for the perfect spots.

My breathing is ragged as I pick up the pace a little.  Not so much pulling the toy out as I'm pushing it farther in with each thrust.  I can feel tiny convulsions already working their way down my legs.  My moans getting louder as I press harder.  My legs shake and I punish my clit and begin to pant.  Faster, harder, torturing my clit.  

Back to the punishment and I adjust the camera again so that you and I can see that thirsty little bitch throb against the toy.  It’s a beautiful thing really, and something I don't often get to see.  I hold the toy steady and let my clit do her job.  Throbbing mercilessly against the toy.  I can't help but moan with pleasure and fight to keep my eyes open to watch what's coming.

I squirt and when I pull the toy out a little to make room and push back in, I orgasm hard against the machine and convulsions rush through my body and my voice.  I punctuate the end with a moaned fuck before I pull the toy out.  I scoot back, turn the toy off and all of the cameras off.

I watch the videos back and there are a couple things I wish were different, but I certainly succeed in doing what I set out to do.  It takes several hours to get the videos loaded to dropbox, so I don't get to tell you about them until the next morning. I share the file with you and can see that you accept the share as soon as I tell you it's there, but I know you have work and probably can't watch them until later that day.  I'll be on pins and needles until you do though.

Masturbation Monday Week 33

An Unexpected Fuck

I just saw you yesterday, and I knew walking into that lunch it would be very platonic but hadn't expected you to look so fucking good.  I did a pretty good job of keeping my mind on the serious matters going on that day, but by last night I was dripping with lust.  I thought maybe a little shopping and good dose of naughty pics might serve to work off a little steam.  After spending a good hour sending you half-dressed photos of myself trying bras and panties on at Victoria's Secret, I'm on my way home when I see your text come in saying that maybe I should come put it on and make you cum.  Happy to see while I was blowing off steam, you were gathering steam, I eagerly shoot back that all I need is a day and time.   I'm elated when I see Now? flash across my screen. There is some small talk about me being sure, maybe because of my play it cool response of sure, but I know I'm good to go.  I didn't plan on this, but I am always up for some fun with you.

As I pull up to your house, I see a couple more text fly by.  One about seeing my effort making you want to, and one about how you were even thinking about a video of you cumming in my mouth.  I smile at the level of your naughtiness today and make my way up to the house with my new purchases in tow.  The door is opened before I reach the top and I'm let in.

Of course I don't make eye contact, but I do take you in completely.  Crisp white shirt and khaki shorts, but all I want to do is take it off of you.  I walk right by you as you ask how I am.  Replying that I'm good, and thinking to myself how could I not be?  I just walked into your house with a bag full of cute new underwear.  You ask if I got your last text.  I giggle a little at the thought as I put all my stuff down, and reply with a small yes and that I see you are in a naughty mood today.  You follow up with do I want to try something on for me, so I smile shyly and grab the bag making my way to the bedroom.

I place the bag on the bed and quickly look through what I bought, but you have seen most of it already in the pics.  As I'm making my decision, you walk up behind me pressing close against my ass as you raise my dress up to reveal my lacy blue thong.  The seduction in your voice makes me slippery wet as you whisper in my ear about how much you like this dress and that you really want to bend me over and fuck me.  As one hand gently pushes against my back to bend me over the bed, the other massages my ass cheek, like you are thinking about giving me a quick smack.  I hunger for that smack, but it never comes.  I push back hard rubbing my ass against your cock so that I can feel it better.  Always so big, whether you are hard or not, it never disappoints.  You aren't ready yet, but I plan to change that quickly.  Your command snaps me back to the plan, as I hear you tell me to hurry up and put something new on.

I already know what I want to put on.  It’s one you haven't seen in a girly shade of blue.  I haven't actually tried them on, so I'm kind of curious myself if I'll like them.  What I love about them is the material.  The same soft feel of the long sleeved shirt we just picked out for you last month.  I drop the dress to the floor, along with my current bra and panties.  I walk into the bathroom and slide the new panties on.  They are tight, low and so very cute.  Turning back to the bed to grab the bra and I see you are sitting naked on the bed watching intently.  I quickly put the bra on and your compliments are immediate and generous.  Little pink bows are striking against the soft blue background, and I am so glad I ended up getting this set.

I walk over to you, standing over you and look down on you.  I'm never in this position, and I revel in it as I run my hand down your chest kissing you gently.  I fight the urge to push you back on the bed and climb on top.  Its short lived, as I knew it would be, and I'm being gently pulled down to my knees.  Once I am settled, I lean into you again to receive another desperately needed kiss.  This one much deeper, and I moan a little into the ecstasy of the moment.  I bring my hands down your chest one more time and come to rest on your cock, taking it my hand as the kiss goes on.  

You command me to stroke it.  I have already started, but work you a little better when I receive your instruction.  I do so love to be told.  While I continue to stroke, we continue to kiss through the discussion about you taking a video of me with your cock in my mouth, and I am getting wetter with every detail.  I can feel you growing already and pick up the pace a little when you tell how much you liked seeing my huge fucking tits in the top that I wore yesterday.  I quickly share that I almost changed before I left for lunch, but left it on at the last minute.  I lean back in to meet your lips again, this time pulling my body closer to you so that your stiff cock is resting against my new bra while I continue to stroke.  You kiss me so deeply with your hand gently on my neck that I again softly moan into the moment.

You release me so that I can take your cock into my mouth.  I've been thinking about this for days now, so I eagerly get to work taking you deep to get you wet, slowly pulling you out, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking you in again.  I can feel you gathering my hair out of the way before resting your hands on my head, tangled in my hair, and carefully guide me to your desired pace.  Once wet enough, I start to stroke with my hand, making sure to take the stroke to the top, gently rubbing my thumb across the tip before taking you deep again.  You pepper me with questions while I work and I am wrestling with the idea of stopping to answer.

Do you remember where I came last time?

I hum a yes so that I don't have to stop.

Where did I shoot a load last time?  My name punctuates the end of this question and there is more authority in your voice, so I stop to answer.

In my ass. And I go back to work.

Did you like it?

Yes.  This time I put you back in my mouth very quickly to keep you wet so I can work you with my hand while since you have already asked another question.

Where do you want my load today?

It sounds like you have some ideas.

But where do you want it?

In my mouth please.  And then I put you back in my mouth to prove the point.

First I want to bend you over and fuck your pussy. 

That's enough of a signal that I should stop, and I scoot back a little to unlock my knees from under the bed frame.  You stand and help me to my feet.  You kiss me while you express your need to check if I'm wet.  I know that I am but I love when you check for yourself.  Your hand moves slyly into my very tight panties, and a finger expertly slides past my clit to find me wet and waiting for you to fuck me.  Your approval comes and you roughly pull my panties down, bending me over the bed in one swift move.  I'm not quite ready, but you are already entering me.  I try to step out of the panties, so I can spread my legs and get into a better position to lock my knees against the bed rail for support.  Before I can get set, I hear you order me to get my back down and you give me a not so gentle shove down to the bed.  Since I'm not quite ready, I feel my knees scrape against the bed rail.  An evil little smile spreads across my face and I know that I’ll be carrying those marks for a couple of days at least.  I gain purchase, set myself against the bed, and push back hard willing you to fuck me harder already.  You feel amazing and every thrust is better than the last.  

I can see you through my legs, and reach back to grab your balls.  I play with them, alternating between squeezing them into me as you pull out a little and pull down as you come back into me.  I start to feel like it's too rough though so I release them, only to hear you tell me its ok.  I can keep going.  I greedily take hold again watching myself playing with you as I do.  I run my hand down your ass occasionally before I push your balls into my cunt as you smash into me once more.  I beg for you to fuck me harder.  As you comply with my request, I release your balls to give you room to work, and bring my hands up into my own hair pulling tightly as you pound me even harder.

I'm still enjoying the rough fuck, when I hear your tell me you want me on my back so I can see your cock thrust into me.  I flip over onto my back, watching you beside the bed while I get into position.  You tell me to spread my pussy open so you can see my freshly fucked pussy.  I do and run my fingers through it while I watch you easily work yourself.  You step over the bed and take my legs in your thick arms and pull me the fuck down the bed.  Rub your cock down my clit in push hard into me.  You ask if I'm watching your cock in my pussy and I reply that I am, but you have already moved on to how smooth I am.  I can barely take the fullness already and am breathing hard with frequent moans while you continue to talk to me.  Telling me about the video you want to take but that you are going to have to cum on my face a little for the video.  I'm never opposed to your cum on my face, so I do my best to voice my approval through your relentless fucking and my breathless moans.  You ask if he is home, and I barely let out a yes, he is.  My eyes are closed, but I can feel the determination in your voice when you tell me that you'll for sure have to cum on my face then.  I find my voice long enough to say that you did say you were going to rub it in, referring to our playful bet on the basketball game.

I feel you pull out and you work yourself a little asking me to spread my pussy again.  I comply, and run my fingers through again, this time running my fingernails across my clit as I spread it farther to the sound of your approval.  My cunt is throbbing in your absence and I’m contemplating begging for your return.  You tell me how good I look and that you might just cum right now, but that you know that I'm not ready for it yet.  Stepping over to me again, you tease my clit with your solid cock and push hard into me again.  You push all of your weight down onto my legs, spreading them open further, exposing my desire to fullest.  I watch the determination wash across your face and I know I’m in for trouble.  You are hitting the perfect spot like you have something to prove.  I can't keep my eyes open any longer to watch you fucking me, so I close them hard and squeeze my pussy as if it could slow your punishing rhythm.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, and that I might just pass out from holding my breath, you pull out once more.  I spread my pussy again for you, while I watch you intently.  Stepping back to admire your handy work while you work yourself again.  Something seems to be running through your mind, I wonder what you have planned for me.  You step closer to me and I see you lower a bit, working harder, and I'm pretty sure you are going cum right there on my freshly fucked pussy so I close my eyes and lean my head back to feel the warmth spread across me.  Instead, I am taken by complete surprise when you drop to your knees and put your mouth on my cunt.  My eyes go wide and I lift my head to watch as you eat my pussy like you are starving for it.  It feels so fucking amazing that I almost can't keep my eyes open.  Our eyes lock and I reach down to run a hand through your hair before I drop my head back in euphoria.  Your tongue runs from my ass to my pussy and you suck so hard on my clit that it feels like you could bite it if you wanted.  Your hot breath invades me as much as your tongue and I want to scream it feels so good, but it feels like anything louder than my breathing would take away from the sensation.  This goes on for only a moment longer before you stand and get ready to enter me one last time.

You pound my clit again and then thrust hard into me.  Immediately hitting the right spot and I cry out.  It's a relentless, punishing kind of rhythm.  My moans of delight cannot be stifled.  Your own sounds of gratification are echoing mine and then I hear you say something about that it feels so good that you might just have to cum inside of me.  My world stops, and my head spins.  I grab the bed hard to slow the punishing pace so I can hear you better.  I think you just said you might cum in me, and I have to know if that is really an option.  This is a rare event, one that I honestly didn't think I would experience again.  And then in a voice that lets me know that you would be ok with it, you ask me again.

Where do you want me to cum?  My name again punctuates the question to let me know you want my attention and my answer.

I run my hand down your chest to stall just a little longer as you continue to fuck me waiting for my answer.  The truth is that I don't know.  It's a bittersweet decision, and for a moment I think you are being horribly unfair to make me decide.  I always want you to cum in me.  It's not something you do, so I feel like it should be taken advantage of any time it’s offered.  But, you just came in my ass last week.  I already felt like that was a lot to ask of you, but you did it for me without a single complaint or holding it over my head, or asking for something in return.  Having you cum in me again, seems like too much.  Plus, I really had wanted to drink you down and the video thing was pretty hot.  I just don't know.  I want to raise my voice and be defiant and tell you to fucking do what you want to me.  Then I remember how much you are into fucking me just now, in this moment, I could really hear it in your voice.  It's so good and if you are allowing me the choice, I have to take it so I give you my answer.

If I am given the choice, I want you to cum inside of me.

I hear you tell me that you want me to tell you again as you roughly pull me further down the bed.  Before I can answer and without having pulled out at all, you thrust in and up in a way that takes my breath away.  Going further and deeper than it feels like you ever have before.  I hear you yell Oh Fuck! As you thrust up and in again finding your release and taking my breath away again.  I feel the warmth and fullness as your fill me with cum.  I gasp as I close my eyes to feel the aftershocks while you continue to thrust up and in a couple more times before you come to rest.  I smile with the satisfaction that comes with knowing that I'm going to be a wet mess the rest of the day.