Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “As you requested, Sir”. You were in my dream last night, Sir.Do you want to know what it was? I am sure you can guess. Are you blushing at that thought? Yes, you are correct, I did dream about us keeping rhythm for hours… And this is what happened.
You walked in the door and I immediately went to you. Before I had a chance to say hello, your lips were on mine, your mouth was probing my mouth, and your hands were tangled in my hair. You guided me backwards, toward the bedroom. But first, you pressed me against the wall and continued to ravage my mouth with yours. You used your knee to spread my legs and I rubbed myself against your thigh.
One hand grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back, giving your mouth better access to the soft flesh of my neck, shoulders, and breasts.
The only words we exchanged were moans of pleasure. You pulled me from the wall and led me into the bedroom. You then stripped off my clothes and pushed me back onto the bed. You quickly undressed yourself, climbed on top of me, and thrust your beautiful hard cock deep inside me. Fuck…mmm..You pounded your cock into me, hard and without mercy, fucking me until I was screaming from orgasm. The bed kept time, banging against the headboard, threatening to fall off its frame as you continued to fuck me hard and deep until we both collapsed, exhausted and spent.
Did you like that dream, my Alpha Male?
My wrists are bound and lay in my lap as I sit on the edge of the bed. You are naked and standing over me, kissing me and fondling my breasts. As you sweep your tongue into my mouth deeply and possessively, you tease my nipples, stroking and softly pinching them. They feel hard as diamonds.
The way you touch me sends shudders of anticipation through me. You demanded that I follow you into the bedroom tonight. You demanded my wrists to bind them. That alone made my cunt wet.
When you have had enough kissing and fondling, you force me up and guides me to lay face down, pillows supporting my hips, and my arms straight out in front of me. You then force my knees apart, exposing my cunt for your pleasure. Yes, you are feeling rough tonight, I can tell.
I really don't mind.
At the crack of your open hand against my sexy ass, I jerk in surprise. The first one is always that way. The next makes me wiggle and complain a bit. The one after that warms my ass, makes it tingle, radiates into my pussy. After that the feel of your palm against my ass makes me gasp, makes me moan, and makes me wet.
You never spank me hard enough to cause the kind of pain I want to scramble away from, only enough to make me squirm and redden my skin. It's an oddly "clearing" kind of feeling, being at your mercy this way and trusting you with everything I am. It's enough to sweep my mind of everything but you.
The flat of your palm on my ass gets my attention, you might say.
My ass sufficiently pinkened and aching sweetly, you sink your fingers deep inside my cunt and thrusts until I'm pushing my hips back toward you, wanting it harder and faster. You give it to me. I feel the head of your cock breach the entrance of my pussy and slide in. I want to weep from the exquisite feeling of having you fill me.
You grab my hips, then pull out and fuck.. mmmm…drives back in--hard, fast, deep. Just the way I want it. I can hear the slap of our bodies where they meet. I can hear the wet sound of my cunt when it tries to retain its hold on your cock on each outward stroke.
I know tomorrow I'll have marks on my hips where your fingers dig into my flesh. I know I'll be sore from the way you are taking my cunt, the rough treatment you are giving it, but as my climax crests....
I really don't mind because you are my Dom, my Doctor, my Alpha Male, Sir… you can do as you please with me… always 😉
