I wrote a story titled " My Naughty Fantasy About You (Sex fantasy, blow job, femdom, anal sex)", the 'muse' idea for the story, I decided to write a follow-up story. All about control. There was someone about 6 years ago, (was so damn hot) who was the only person I would let him have control- and those who know me I like to be the one in control. He always pushed me to do my best at anything I do. At one point, we had a facetime virtual sex thing that I will call "the chair". Also, dare I bring this up, but fuck, it has been a long time ago- I once got an orgasm through a hug from him. The sexting happened many many years later after 'the hug'. That is a story for another time.
Like I said, control. Can be fun. For "the chair", he told me to stand up, told me what to do. mmm. how I miss that! Nobody has been able to tame me ever when it comes to sexual fantasies. (I might make "the chair" a audio story for Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen) So here is a story in the mind of Salty Vixen: Enjoy my naughty story 😉 - So in this story, I am the one who is in control of Mr. Sexy-Mystery-Man: (remember, I don't fuck and tell ::wink:: ::wink::)- all good fun. I do wonder if he has thought about that time? I have thought about it from time to time...
My Fantasy Story:
It’s been a while since he’s let me have control.
But oh do I have it tonight. He’s on his knees in front of me, looking up and waiting for me to tell him what to do. I just smirk and thread my fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling until he understands what I want him to do. Without questioning he slides his tongue across my pussy, teasing me. He flicks over my clit and I groan slightly, he’s toying with me to see how much I will let him get away with. He continues teasing me to the point where I’m getting annoyed. I reach down and grab his face harshly.
“Stop teasing me, slave.”
“Sorry Mistress.” And without another word he begins to eat me out with so much gusto I have to back up a few steps to sit on my bed. His mouth latches onto my clit, toying with the metal ball sitting above it, his tongue flickering over both. My breathing is heavy and my hands in his hair must be uncomfortable as I show him what to do to please me. But he follows directions so well when he allows me to call him slave. Without warning, he reaches a hand up to curl two fingers inside me. “Good slave”, I murmur between moans. It only take a few more minutes before I’m arching my back as I cum around his fingers, his tongue still toying with my sensitive clit.
I push him away as I regain my composure. I motion for him to stand up and strip. He follows orders without a second thought. Once divested of clothing I can see how turned on he is. His cock is rock hard, the tip dripping slightly with precum. I grab it, stroking slowly as I lean up to kiss him, tasting a little bit of myself still on his lips. His hips move ever so slightly, thrusting lightly into my hand as it glides over him.
“Lay down slave. It’s time for me to have my fun with you.” Once on the bed, I cuff his hands and feet so he can’t move. He’s spread eagled on the bed and I stand next to it, just smiling.
“Oh what to do with my slave……you were such a good boy making me cum like that. But you had to tease me at first? Tisk tisk. You’ll have to be punished.” I straddle him and glide my wet slit against the head of his cock.
“You want this so bad, don’t you slave?” He only nods and I scowl. “What was that?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good slave.” I reward him by letting his cock slid a centimeter or two inside me. But only for a moment as I refuse to just fuck him so easily.
“What does my slave want?” I ask him.
“Whatever my Mistress wants. I only want to please you,” he tells me, but I can hear the slight whine in his voice. I know he’s screaming inside for me to fuck him. But I won’t.
“Fine then. Your cock in my mouth is what is going to please me.” I get off him abruptly. With my mouth poised delicately above him I just smile. The first touch of my tongue is slow and deliberate. I run the flat of it up the underside, swirling around the head. My lips latch on and I take as much of him down my throat as I can as quickly as I can. Compared to the slow lick, this total engulfment leaves him gasping, pulling slightly at his restraints. I bob up and down, my tongue teasing while my lips are tight around him. I stop for a moment to catch my breath. My tongue darts out to break the strand of saliva that runs from my mouth to his cock.
Even when playing Mistress, I can’t deny that I love the feeling of him in my mouth. He’s long and hard and thick. It’s a challenge to take him all down my throat without gaging. And I know he won’t cum just from my mouth alone, so no matter the enthusiasm I put into it, it’s still just teasing to him. And oh god do I have fun with that. Fast then slow, deep then shallow, lots of pressure then barely any. It doesn’t take very long for him to begin to beg.
“Please Mistress. Fuck me. Fuck your slave. I want to make you cum. Please, fuck me let. Let me make you moan.”
The words spill from his lips almost in a whine. And his hips are jerking up, trying to get more friction from my mouth. But I just let his cock slide across my lips and cheek.
“I don’t know…..You haven’t been that good so far. I’m not sure you deserve to be fucked,” I tell him as I move to straddle him. I let him slide ever so slightly into me.
“Tell me why I should fuck you..” I trail off with a smirk, sliding back up off his cock.
He begins to tell me why I should fuck him, but I honestly don’t care. I’m aching and I need to be filled. Without warning, I drop down onto him fast. He doesn’t have time to really react, his speech is caught in his throat and he arches up off the bed. I just sit there on top of him, moving my hips in enticing little circles.
“Before I let you cum, I’m going to use you for what you really are, my toy.” Without lifting my hips up, I grind myself against him. Back and forth, in wide circles, pressing my clit down to get friction. I feel the tension building in my stomach and I lean down to whisper in his ear.
“You love this. You love being my sex toy. Exploited and used for the sole purpose of my pleasure.” He just nods and moans. My body shakes a bit and my back arches. A pleasant orgasm vibrates through my body, ending in a tingling in my feet and fingers. I smile. I grind my clit against him again and a few more waves crash back against my body.
After a few seconds, I get up on my feet so the only connection between my body and his is his cock in my pussy. His eyes widen. He knows, after all the teasing, that he won’t last long like this. But I plan to make him last. I fuck him hard, my body bouncing up and down on his cock. His bottom lip curls under and he’s getting red. I can tell he’s close. So I roll to the side. The sudden contact with cool air leaves him twitching and his eyes are wide, questioning what I just did. I curl up next to him and kiss him on the cheek.
“I can’t have you just cumming like that. You only gave me two orgasms. So I’m going to deny you orgasms until I feel like you’ve made up for your lack of effort.” I grin as he groans.
“Please, please just let me cum.” I laugh as I get back on top of him, that begging doesn’t even need to be addressed. I’m the one in control. And I’m going to enforce that. It doesn’t take too much longer for me to get him back on the brink once I start fucking him again. And again, I pull off and let him cool down a bit.
He’s flushed and sweating, and his cock is dripping. He pulls at the restraints, trying to get free. He doesn’t want to play by my rules anymore. But it’s too bad, because as long as he can’t get free, my rules are the law. I get back up on him, it takes him longer to get to the edge this time. He’s panting and groaning, his hips trying to match mine, thrust for thrust. I’m a softy so I take pity on him. He gets closer and closer and closer to orgasm. He’s bright red and incoherent, his whole being bent on being able to cum. I don’t slow down as I ride him harder and harder. He suddenly arches up off the bed and I slam my hips down on him and he’s cumming and cumming. His eyes are rolled back in his head and his arms and legs are straining at the restraints.
He really should be more careful how much control he lets me have…….
p.s. when I heard this version of the song "Closer", thinking about my topic of choice, this song and the hottest moment I had , helped me write this story:
