Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Why do you always turn me on, Sir?”. I want you to kiss me there, yes, down there on my pussy. I love submitting to you, when you touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. My body belongs to you. Right now, I want you to use that magic tongue of yours…until I cum. I then want you to put your cock inside me and ram me with all your might, that’s it, fill me up. I want every last drop of your cum in me…..
I want to know, Sir, why do you turn me on so fucking much? Let's begin....
You push me against the wall and force your mouth down on me. The scent of my perfume teases your nostrils. It’s a light vanilla scent with an undertone of alcohol--the cheap stuff you buy at the drugstore. My mouth is eager against yours, my tongue rubbing and lips working. You are naked while I am dressed and the pressure of your warm body against mine ignites a desperation to be possessed by you. Every time I am with you, the rest of the world disappears. You are a distraction I can’t live without.
You break the kiss and whisper into my ear“I am going to touch your cunt, sweetie” Oh Fuck… yes. I moan as you force your hand under my skirt and yank my panties down around my knees. “Do you remember the orgasm you got through a hug? ”
“Yes…”
“I was rubbing your back, then slowly moved my hands down lower, to your bra strap, trying to unhook it, you tried to let go, but I would not let you. Do you remember what I whispered in your ear?”
I nod my head yes and moan as you slowly put your hand between my thighs, finding it wet for you.
“I said, you are so beautiful” and with the sound of my voice, you orgasmed.
I moan.
“Don’t. Cum. Yet” you ordered.
I see your hand working beneath my skirt as you drag your fingers over my sensitive flesh, between the folds of my labia, and caresses my clit. My panties around my knees are constricting my ability to spread my thighs for you and I fucking want to be spread for you, baby. I want to give you complete access to my cunt, my body, my mind and my heart.
You push two fingers up inside my pussy, making me gasp, and lean in close, whispering once more. “Your body belongs to me” . I moan louder. Fuck, why do you always turn me on?
You slowly take your fingers out and push them back in deep and slow. With your other hand you stroke my ass, petting me and going between the cheeks of my ass. Your wrist rubs my clit once in a while as your finger fucks me and I can feel how wet I’m getting, how enthusiastic my pussy is for a hard, driving fuck.
Your breathing quickens a little as you release me. “Are you ready for me to take back control, tonight?”
“Yes” I whimper
You then pull me away from the wall, guiding me a few feet to lie onto the bed. Slowly, you draw my panties all off, leaving my skirt, blouse and bra on. My heart beats faster when I see the length of rope you have produced. Oh fuck…You force my hands above my head and tie them together. I love the sweet chafe of the rope against my skin.
You straddle my chest and press the head of your cock to my mouth. I lick the smooth head and suck gently as you ease the shaft past my lips and lets me tongue play along the length of you. Oh yes, sweetie, you fuck my mouth softly and groans. For a moment, I regret that my hands are bound because I want to touch your balls and stroke your ass while you thrust into my mouth.
You lean over me, your hands pressing down onto the rope that binds my wrists and pinning me to the bed as you work your cock in and out of my mouth and I suck your cock greedily. I imagine how it must look to someone standing in the room, watching the thrust of your hips and the stroke of your cock between my lips.
Then you back away and part my thighs, settling the head of your cock to my cunt. You hold my legs apart with your hands to the back of my knees, spreading me and opening me to you. You put your cock into me slowly, until you are seated to your balls. Then you set up a feral, grinding rhythm. I gasp and arch my back, my body adjusting to having you inside me. At first It is discomfort, then only pleasure.
The world is gone now and nothing exists but the press of cock to cunt, the marriage of our bodies. Nothing beyond your bedroom matters. You are my refuge, my salvation, my ultimate distraction.
I grab onto the pillow above my head as you fuck me hard and fast. Your body rubs my clit in exactly the right way to build my orgasm. I can feel the press of my hips into the mattress as you drive into me with long, powerful strokes.
When I cum, I buck against you. The sensation overwhelms my body and steals all conscious thought. I know you love to watch me cum, loves to watch my face, hear me moan, and feel the pulse of my muscles around your cock. You tip your head back, groans and cums on the tail end of my climax.
When it’s all over, we lay spooning in bed together; your beautiful cock nestled between the folds of my swollen labia.
You are so fucking amazing. You have no idea how much you turn me on, with just the sound of your voice.
