Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Anxious F**K”. Tell me, who was really in control in our relationship? Was it you or I? Was it a game or was it real? mmmm...I loved the way you always made me feel- tongue tied and twisted. After all, sweetie, you were the only one who could get me to do as you wanted.oh how I miss the naughty fun we had, don’t you?
Are you ready to give me your cum? mmmmm….. Let’s begin.
You know what I need today. Coming at me hard from behind, pushing me over the couch. Ripping at my pants and pushing them down, exposing my ass to you. You spank it, hard, knowing my need. Spanking me, several times, hearing me cry out in pain, but knowing that I am finding release in it.
Standing on behind me, rubbing my ass, red and hot, tracing the marks left by your hands. Wondering what it is that is makes me so wound up? What makes me crave this exploitation? You suspect, but you don't say, simply enjoy the power I give you- and treat me to another good slap- hearing my sharp breaths. Your cock is straining against your pants. You are such a slut, you love this trip. It's all for me, that's what you say- but I know you. I feel you, my lovely slut.
Deep in your dark corners, you want the control I give you. Yet, you hate me. You hate that you can't stay away from me. You hate that I have seeped into your skin and that you... with all of your emotional indifference, also crave me. You crave my skin, ache for my touch, dream about my fuck. I am not powerless, and for this, I know you will punish me.
Removing your belt from your pants, I hear the thwaps as it pulls through your belt loops. I wonder if you will hit me with it. I clench my teeth and wait for it. Instead I feel the leather come around my neck. You loop it through, and pull it, tight. Fuck.
Laying the belt on my back, you break free from you pants and blue boxers. You rub the head of your cock against my cunt. I am dripping wet from the spanking. Mmm, I know you love that. Rubbing the head in my lips, teasing me, feeling my wet cunt. My red ass, your leather belt around my throat. You push in, slowly- reaching for the belt and wrapping the slack around your wrist. Tightening it a bit, hoping it will leave a mark. I release my head back with it, and arch my ass up at you, pushing you deeper in.
Nasty slut, you whisper as you start to fuck me. Both hands resting on my lower back, the belt held tight, pulling my head back in perfect submission. The scene is overwhelming for you. In what dream did I come true? Your cock pulses and pushes against the walls of my pussy, leaving you dizzy with pleasure. You skin feels flushed, and on fire at the same time. Watching me, a vision of sex and lust and energy.
Your eyes trace a line on down my back down the round curves of my ass and further where your cock disappears in my cunt. Your mind surges and you are aching for release. A anxious gripping in your chest distracts you- but your body instinctively thrusts. Fuck.
Aching and burning to cum, power and rage rushes through you. Bitch, you think to yourself, Just a whore. But you are there, fucking me, my cunt devouring your solid rod with every angry slap against my ass. Your skin craving me. Your blood boiling for me. Your cum surging... for me. Aching for my submission. Forcing me to be your whore, know my place.
Your raise your hand holding the belt and pull tighter on it, hearing me groan and whimper. You feel my cunt tighten around your cock and I push back faster on your cock, pushing you in deeper as I cum on your cock, releasing and submitting- I am squirming and pushing on your cock, letting you watch me lose control. Finally, the tightness in your chest releases as you feel your cum shoot through your cock and pump your load into me. Finally feeling the release you ache for. Feeling the orgasm you crave, the skin you want, the fuck that you need.
Pushing one last thrust into me, you empty your cum into me, feeling sated and warm. There's no words as you drop the belt on my back and pull away from me.
Turning quickly away from me, you wonder to yourself- who is really in control here??
I fucking love you.
