First Time In Charge
- May 18th, 2009
- Posted in Girls erotic stories
I really am not an “in charge” kinda gal. I’m very much a doee more so that a doer. Nevertheless, Jake and I have discovered that we both love very rough, tie- me- up, handcuff me, whip me, threaten me with a knife kind of sex. I love it more than anything when I tease him a little and he eventually growls and throws me on the bed, pinning me, usually accompanied by some very severe biting on my neck. However, I discovered that in the moments in which we are in public and he CANT do that, I enjoyed the ability to be in charge of his hard on WAY too much to ignore.
So the other day, I decided it was time for ME to have fun. Before he got too aggressive (at which point even if I actually try, there is NO fighting him off), I playfully pushed him down, undid the buttons on his shirt, and quickly handcuffed him to the bed. At this point, he figured out what I wanted, and grinned under all of his false objections. I took what Little I really knew (I’ve slept with a few girls, and 2 others guys, and always I was the doee, so I never really got to picking up “pleasing” tricks. But I knew what he had told me so far that he liked, and so I played off of that.
I started by stripping off my shirt and bra, slowly straddling him and moving up his body to give him a slow, long kiss before moving to his neck, kissing lightly and flicking my tongue against his skin before lightly nipping with my teeth and I felt his breathing get heavier as I moved down to his collarbone, trailing light kisses, farther and farther down his chest, where I nipped his pecs with my teeth again, a little harder than the last one. THAT move had his breath hitched heavily, but I gave him no rest as I continued to trail kisses and small flicks of the tounge down his stomach to his pant line, at which point I felt his hips give a small jerk (which told me something different despite the fact that he says he doesn’t enjoy being gone down on- something I have yet to do with him) . I kissed back up his abdominal to give his infuriatingly light, almost whispering kisses on his mouth. He raised upeagerly to meet each one before finally saying,
“Would you stop with the little kisses? You’re driving me crazy!”
I chuckled and told him that was the point, but I gave him one long, good kiss, taking his lower lip between my teeth and giving him a gentle bite. I proceeded to sit up and place my hands upon his chest and drag my nails down the center of his abdomen until I reached his pant line where I undid his belt (my favorite part of undressing), and slowly undid his pants. I stroke him lightly through his underwear, feeling the heat that was emitted from his shaft and the moister of the precum on the material of his briefs. I slowly pulled him out of all restraints, teasingly stroking him, feeling his hardness, and for the first time, enjoying the feeling of a man’s evident pleasure in my hands. I proceeded to strip off his pants and underwear entirely (with more than will help from him a he helped kick them off).
I placed my hands just above his knee and trailed my nails ever so lightly up one thigh before barely whispering a grazing touch along the swollen head of his shaft and trailing my nails back down the other thigh. I grazed my hand back up, grazing his balls, and whispering the bas of his length, and continuing to move my hand up his chest again and gave him a passionate kiss as I dragged my nails back down his body, where I laid gossamer touches all along his inner thighs, balls, and every now and again, I would trail a single finger up the length of him.
“Oh god…that’s not nice you know. I’m super sensitive right now,” he hissed at me.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, hand poised hardly an inch from his penis.
“No…but let me fuck you, PLEASE!”
I was shocked that he was actually begging. It was like some weird high, a rush of adrenaline to have him beg for me.
“Not yet, boy,” I answered in the coyest voice I could manage through my glee.
At this point I wrapped my thumb and middle finger around him and began to pump his slowly. His penis twitched in my hand and, if possible, became even harder, like marble, hot marble in my hand. I began to move faster and faster until he was thrusting his hips violently up towards me, all the while begging me to let him fuck me. I really didn’t want him cumming all over me or the bedspread ( sorry I’m not a fan of messy cums, and neither is he), and the heat between my legs was throbbing with the intensity of my own need. I undid the cuffs and handed him a condom, which he put on hastily before slamming me down and kneeing my legs open, pinning my hands above my hea and delivering almost vicious bites to my neck and shoulders. He speared into me wit a will and began earnestly fucking me senseless. Even so, however, he had the mind after a moment or two, to remember that i cannot cum off of penetration alone, and released a hand, guiding it down between us.
“Play with yourself,” his whispered.
I obliged quite happily, fingering my clit fast and hard as he rammed into me to the hilt with every heavy, panting stroke. Soon I felt my orgasm rising, and I clenched my inner muscles down on his as I crested the orgasm and mewed in pleasure. Jake came only a moment behind me, and though I have never known him to have an expression or make any noise beyond a little heavier breathing, this time I watched as his face screwed up in pleasure and gasp not once, but three times before collapsing upon me.
