Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Sweet Possession” I miss you, Sir. You always made me smile, and whenever we spoke, even the few words “Hey, how’s it goin’” you took my introverted personality away just for a split second. I miss you asking me if I am horny, when you always could tell. I miss the sexting, sending you a video with me using a vibrator and moaning your name just as you requested… Do you miss me?
My panties are soaked for you, are you ready for tonight’s story? Let’s begin…
My lover woke me up by crawling on top of me and he was deliciously naked. And deliciously hard. i gasped before i was even fully conscious and He captured the sound in His mouth as He covered my mouth with His kiss. That gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan of delight as i eagerly returned His kiss. When the kiss broke, i breathlessly tried to talk to Him, "Master, what--" but He cut me off saying, "Shhh...don't talk. Don't move." Then His mouth met mine again and i found that neither of us needed to speak at all because in His kiss i heard, "you're mine" and in my surrender i was saying, "i'm Yours."
i moved to slide my fingers into His hair, but He grabbed my hands and held my wrists together over my head and admonished softly, "no moving." There is something about being told to be still that fills me with lust...no ropes...no chains...just my willpower holding me captive so fucking hot. As He held my hands above me He nibbled and kissed His way down my neck. When He reached my cami He let go of my hands and slid it up my body and somehow twisted it around my wrists. We both knew i could have freed myself easily. We also both knew i didn't want to.
His mouth moved to my breasts and it was all i could do to refrain from arching against His mouth. He alternated between licking, sucking and biting in a combination designed to drive me wild. It worked. It wasn't defiance that set my hips to moving after being told to remain still, it was need. i needed to feel Him inside me. My satin panties were soaked and felt slick as i rubbed myself against His hardness.
"Be still," He reminded me in a stern voice. My hips arched against Him one last time as i groaned with the effort it took to pull myself away. He raised up on His knees a little and took His cock and began rubbing it's tip up and down my wet slit, through my wet panties. He did this over and over, knowing i was having a terrible time remaining frozen beneath Him, so i'm sure it was no surprise when i broke my hands free of my cami and reached down to try and lower my panties. He knocked my hands away and got down in my face.
"This is my fuck. I am fucking you. You are not fucking me. DO. NOT. MOVE." His dominant tone broke through the fuzzy haze of desire clouding my thoughts and i nodded my understand. When i was totally still He resumed rubbing His cock along my pussy lips. His precum mixed with my wetness, soaking my panties even more. Then He actually pushed the head of His cock, along with my panties, into my pussy. He held Himself there, pushed in as far as my panties would allow, and i lost it.
i can't remember a time when i needed to be fucked more than i did in that moment. i was incapable of focusing on His orders. i moved my hips, trying to force His cock inside me. When that failed i started begging and thrusting against Him. "Please Master. Please fuck me. i need You Master. Please, please take my panties off and fuck me. Please Master, please." My fevered movements and earnest pleading didn't phase Him. He held His cock in His hand and pushed harder into my panties, causing me to growl, literally growl, in frustration.
“Salty Vixen has on wet panties. Why are your panties so wet?" He asked and i could only whimper and say please once again. He deliberately played dumb and said, "Please? Please what slut? Oh you want your panties even wetter? I think we can do that. I am going to count to five and you are going to cream those panties for me. One. Oh God, i needed to cum already. Two. i was never going to make it. Three. Hurry! Four. Say it, oh God just say it. FIVE!" i came and i came hard. It's amazing how my orgasms build when He counts.
By the time i finished gushing, my panties were beyond soaked. He pulled them off and taunted me with them saying, "Can you smell that? These smell like fuck. Smell them." He smeared my cum across my nose. "I bet you want a taste now don't you?" i said that i did and He smeared them across my lips. i lapped hungrily at the taste of myself and He smiled. "Just imagine how much better it would taste mixed with my cum. Do You want my cum slut?" i nodded so hard i almost broke my neck. "Then work for it." He put the wet panties in my hand and then placed that hand on His hard cock. i looked up at Him in dazed, post orgasmic confusion. He took my hand again and forced it to stroke His cock with the slick panties and said in time with the strokes,
"If (stroke) you (stroke) want (stroke) my (stroke) cum (stroke) you (stroke)have (stroke) to (stroke) work (stroke) for (stroke) it (stroke). i may be naive at times but that got eyes widened in understanding.
He wanted me to masturbate Him with my hand. i didn't know how to do that. i could fuck and suck 'til the cows came home, but this was something altogether different. He stood up and i knelt before, rewrapping my hand and the slippery fabric of my panties around His hard flesh. It felt awkward. i wasn't sure how hard to hold Him or how fast to stroke. The panties glided easily up and down His cock and i tried several different grips and speeds before i hit upon a combination that He really seemed to like. Once i stopped worrying about my incompetence i really enjoyed stroking Him that way. He was so hard and His cock is so gorgeous. Touching Him and looking at Him made my mouth water. Without conscious thought i started moving closer and closer to His cock. My lips were parting more and more with each inch that i scooted in.
Finally i gave in to temptation and my mouth closed over the head of His cock as i began to suck in time with my stroking hand. He did not protest. In fact, the way His hands fell to my hair and His hips started thrusting it seemed He actually approved of mouth taking some initiative. It wasn't long before He was ready to cum and He yanked my head away and grabbed the panties, hand fucking His cum into them before my fascinated gaze. i ended up licking that cum off my panties while He held them in His hand and watched. Then He allowed me to sleep in the bed with Him, and we fell asleep with His arms wrapped possessively around me.
