Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Slaty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “M is for Mine” I can see you, lying there, waiting for the pleasure my touch will bring. Body trembling, breathing shallowly, eyes half closed in knowing anticipation of what is to come. Lying there, responding as your pleasure in my touch grows. Skin gleaming, breathing sporadically, falling with uninhibited abandon, to that place where my touch takes you. Lying there, surrendering to the explosive pleasure that my touch has summoned. Your lips smiling, breathing deeply, waiting for the grand finale….of your cum to go onto my face. Oh I can’t wait….
I have a favorite wet moment, tell me what is yours, sweetie? Let’s begin…..
It seems like I’ve been wet since the first time we chatted, since our first sexting session, your beautiful dick pic you sent me and don’t forget the FaceTime sex session. I haven’t forgotten how hot that was… when I think about it, I get very wet and inspired to write. We talked about meeting in person and that did not happen but the sexting after 2 years , oh, that was so fucking hot. And this is my naughty fantasy story about you, sweetie.
I am yours, completely. Whenever you called or texted me, I would stop everything I was doing. Fuck, you turn me on so much. If you asked me to get on my knees, I would. Everything about you turns me on.
You whisper softly in my ear, my orgasm not letting go, your breath hot and lustful against my cheek. You hold me close on the rug, your body spooned around mine from behind, the soft fur of the rug brushing against my skin as I tremble in your arms. My clit pulses... pulses... pulses... not stopping... my nerve ends tingling, the hot pain from your hand still burning on my ass, on my thighs, my clit still feeling that last stroke of your fingers, throbbing at the memory.
Your hands move up from my waist, towards my breasts, your fingertips brushing across my nipples, pinching them softly. I moan again, the slightest touch bringing back the convulsions, bucking against you. It's clear I need to fuck you, rather urgently.
"Do you want to come, my lover?” You whisper. You pinch my nipples again, a little harder.
"... I... ohhhhh... ohhh fuccckkk…”
I squirm at your touch, feeling your chest against my back, your hard cock warm and pulsing, nestled between my ass. I press back against you, needing to feel it. Still tugging gently on one of my nipples, your other hand drifts down over my belly, your fingertip brushing across my clit so delicately. I moan again, my body bucking up towards your finger.
"Do you need to come, sweetie?” You whisper. Fuck, I love that pet name you gave me the first time we FaceTime fucked. “Fuck yes….” I moaned in response.I know that my orgasm is entirely dependent now upon your will and I already realize that you are going to make me beg. I know I will surrender willingly.
“Sir… please... I... uunhhhhh... ohh fuck... fucckk..."
“Oh I know you need it... tell me... tell me what you need..."
Your finger is circling my clit now, rubbing, stroking, my muscles taut, arching up to your finger. Your body is pressed into mine, enclosing me, your voice still whispering in my ear. I am lost in the circle of fuck.
"uunnhhhhhh... fucckkkk... ohhh please Sir... let me come... fuckk... ohhhh I need to come..."
"Tell me again. tell me what you need..." Your fingers rub harder, faster, your cock warm and pulsing between my ass, responding to my need...
"ohhhhhh god... I need... unnhhhhhhh... I need to come... please... ohhh fuck please make me come... I don't think I can hold it... please..."
"Such a whore..." You breathe, and your words ignite me, a hot trigger. "Then come for me... don't hold it back... come for me..." Your thumb skids across my clit, circling faster... harder... and it's all I can do to stop myself from screaming. As I begin to convulse your fingers slide down to my cunt, slipping easily between the pouting wet lips, and you thrust them... all the way inside me… three of your fingers suddenly sliding deep and hard into my cunt, filling me. My fingers grab at you, clutching, as my orgasm starts to surge through my body. There's a delicious wet splash, a sudden gush of my wetness spilling over your thrusting fingers, and you come... hard...
My orgasm is explosive, intense, my body wracked with delicious convulsions, grabbing onto you, arching, squirming… and you can’t take much more. You can feel your cock pulsing hard against my ass, wanting me, needing me. Needing to fuck me.
As my body convulses you draw me quickly up onto all fours, your erect cock slipping between my thighs, the head skidding against the dripping wetness of my cunt. We both can't wait, we need it now. With one long, delicious thrust, you slide the full length of your cock deep inside me. My cunt engulfing your erect cock as you drive it deeper, flooding over you.
And with that first, exquisite thrust, I scream again...
Spent. I am on my side, my whole body against and on yours, while you lie on your back, one arm supporting my head, one caressing my body, dipping occasionally between my legs. My hand runs up and down your chest, around your nipples, also moving down to lazily caress your spent cock.
You comment on my wetness. You are fascinated by how my body responds to being aroused by you. I smile mischievously and proudly at you, and dip my own finger into my pool of lust, then bring that finger to your lip. You do the same with your finger, inviting me to taste myself. We kiss and share my sweet and salty flavor.
Then I dip my finger again. This time, instead of having you taste me, I use my copious juices to trace a letter, large and bold, on the middle of your chest. The initial letter of my first name. It glistens momentarily in the dim morning sunlight barely making its way through the curtained window. My head leaning over your chest, I look up and hold your eyes with my own. The moment extends. My hand still rests there, below your neck, above your sternum. Then I speak, gently, in my husky après-sex voice.
“This bit, right here, it’s mine now. I’ve claimed it. Whatever else you do, whomever else you’re with, this part here is mine.”
I’ve chosen purposefully and carefully. I will not claim your cock as my own. It’s yours to share as you see fit. And although I have established my territory close to your heart, I do not choose to make it only my own, either. I want the gift of your heart to be given freely, to me, to others. But there, close by, where I lay my head when I’m weary and when I’m happy, where my fingers trace patterns of pure content… that part belongs to me. Branded. Too bad, that this fantasy didn’t come to life, although we did talk about it and meeting at a hotel several times….
