Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Hand”. When I think about you, I remember the sexting fun we once had. I miss you texting me asking if I am horny, because when I thinking about you, my nipples perk up and fuck, I want you to rub your hands on my tits pinch my nipples. Please, sweetie, make me moan. Move your hands down my stomach and to my pussy, and make me cum… You are the only person I have had this strong attraction to. Too bad we can’t have fun right now. .because I need to be fucked.
Tell me, where do you want to put your hand? Let’s begin…
Matt’s hand held my hair firmly as my hands and knees made their way over the hard, cold floor. He led me to the chair in the far corner of the room sitting down in it and giving me a pillow to kneel on and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth. It grew as I sucked and swirled my tongue. I took its growing length further and further into the back of my throat. Matt sipped his bourbon and lightly petted my hair as I blew him.
My eyes watered and spit collected as I did my best to please Matt. He didn’t control my movement so much, but I knew enough to keep him as deep in my mouth as I could. But it was a long and languid blow job.
The night was just getting started.
He pulled my head off his now very erect cock. “Get on the bed. I’m going to fuck your ass now,” he told me. I stood up wiping the tears from my eyes and the spit from the corner of my mouth. I got on my hands and knees on the bed and waited as Matt rolled on a condom and got a handful of lube. We groaned simultaneously as he pushed into me slowly. I focused my breathing to relax as he started moving in and out. My moans got louder as my ass stretched and better accepted his cock.
Matt’s hands were firm on my hips as he fucked me harder. I grunted as he fucked me at such an angle to hit my g-spot. I felt that growing tingle between my legs, but held off rubbing my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. I snuck my hand down below and rubbed my clit furiously, in pace with Matt’s fucking. I cried out loudly as my body pulsed and the climax ripped through me.
Matt slowed his fucking down until he stopped. He leaned over me, hugging me in his arms and kissing my back and shoulders. He took a chunk of my shoulder in his teeth, holding me extra tight. Mmmm.. yes!, I moaned. I squirmed under him, but he only held me tighter. I grunted and moaned, but he only bit harder. He dug in deeper just before he released me. I whimpered as my shoulder now throbbed.
“Don’t move,” he told me leaving for the bathroom to clean up. I stayed exactly as I was.
“Suck my dick some more,” he ordered me when he came back, sitting back down in his chair.
I climbed off the bed gingerly, my legs being a little weak from being bent for a bit. I wrapped my arms around his waist buried my face in his lap again.He spoke to me calmly as I held his cock in my mouth.
“You’ve been throwing your self a little pity party on your blog lately. Haven’t you, Salty Vixen?” I moved to respond but he held my head down.
“‘Poor me, my birthday was awful, no one cares about me…’” he continued.
I furrowed my brow and frowned (as best I could with a full mouth). We all know I’m sensitive about my blog, so it stung a bit. But I’m also sensitive about my birthday, so that stung even more. “Sometimes land marks aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, and that can be disappointing,” he tried assuring me. “But I don’t want to hear anymore whining about your birthday.”
He picked my head up and looked at me brushing the hair out of my face.
“Close your eyes,” he told me.
I followed his order, still pouting on the inside, and blindly tried to anticipate what was coming next. His left hand held my chin firmly as his other hand came across my cheek. He pressed his lips to mine, claiming them, and taking in my taste. I savored the heat of his mouth and the feel of his tongue. I love the way he kisses me.
His hand moved down my back and to my ass and smacked it. I moaned.
“Lay on the bed. I’m going to fuck your pussy now. And I want you cum. I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t cum.”
Shit, like that’s not a lot of pressure. Matt grabbed a condom and climbed in between my legs. I smiled and let out a sigh as he pushed into me. I pulled him close to me and kissed him deep, holding his face in my hands. He broke away, sitting back and pushing my knees up. My eyes slowly closed as I lost myself in the fucking.
Matt’s hands gripped my arms tightly. I pushed my hips up to meet his cock, getting myself closer and closer to cumming. I grabbed his wrists as I cried out my first orgasm of the night. He pulled out of me slowly as I caught my breath, only to replace his cock with his fingers. He grabbed some lube and added it to his fingers as he gently started fucking me with them. I groaned as he massaged my g-spot. I moaned as he filled me with a 3rd finger.
I lost myself as his fingers entered me, probed me, pleasured me. My eyes peeked open occasionally to watch him intently working my pussy. His fingers stretched me wider and wider as he pushed deeper and deeper. I growled as he hit that sweet spot. This spot between the cervix and g-spot. The warmth spread through my entire body from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. I wanted it to never stop. I ached from being so full. I knew Matt had at least 4 fingers in me. But, as I learned the next day, he had his whole hand in me. Up to the widest part.
I lost track of how many times I came with his hand in me. I couldn’t even tell one orgasm from the other. His fingers continually ran over my g-spot and that sweet, sweet spot. Occasionally his thumb would rub my clit quickly, producing an instant climax. I gushed on his hand as strings of incoherent babble escaped my lips. He laid his head on my stomach and I held him, caressing his hair as his arm pumped steadily in me. God, I wanted it to never end. Until I did. In a flash it was too much. I was overloaded.
“Ugh! No more, I can’t, I can’t! It’s too much,” I cried trying to back off his hand. But he stayed with me and pushed in further, bumping against my cervix. My poor cervix.
Fucker!
“Gah! Oww my cervix!”
He pulled out his hand and went to go wash. I laid moaning on the bed my body still producing little spasms here and there. He came back in the room and kissed my head.
“Turn over, I’m going to spank you.”
