I was on my belly, and his full weight was on top of me, his hard cock deep inside of me, and his right arm around my neck, gripping my left shoulder. His sexy voice, so deep already, was ragged and rumbly with desire. “The next time I want to fuck another woman, what are you going to do? You’re going to watch. Maybe I’ll tie you to a chair and let you watch me fuck her cunt and her face. Then I’ll cum all in her pussy and let you clean it up. Would you like that? To clean my cum from her cunt with your tongue?” I could only nod. I might have managed a little whimper.
(When Whitman takes control of my body, he takes control of my mind, and my mouth. I can’t talk. I can THINK what I want to say, but it won’t come out. )
He continued, “Then you can clean her juices off of my cock. Maybe I’ll cum on her face instead, and you can clean that up with your mouth. Would you like that?” Again, a whimper and a nod from me. “The next time I see someone I want to fuck, you’re going to go talk to her, and make it happen. If you don’t, I’ll fuck your mouth so hard that you’ll be wishing you HAD done it with every breath that you try to take,” he said. “You’ll be gasping for air while I fuck your face, and you’ll be wishing you had actually put my cock IN HER CUNT, and licked her clit while I fucked her.” I whimpered in agreement.
( I was already breathless with desire at this point, and being pinned under him with pressure on my throat from his forearm only added to my breathlessness. And my desire.)
As he fucked me from behind and growled these directions in my ear, my juices puddled in the bed below me. I was dripping wet, and the more he talked, the wetter I got. I was picturing his gorgeous cock pounding a stranger’s pussy while I helplessly watched. “Maybe I’ll find a couple where the woman is the Dom and you and her man can sit together and watch like good little subs while we fuck.”
The next day he said of our ‘discussion’ (as he called it – so sexy),
“Tell me quickly what you remember.” I recounted the story above.
Whitman said, “I’m glad you were listening.”
Fuck that’s hot….you made me twitch! The whole scene AND the scene he is describing made my blood boil.
Mollyxxx
Thanks so much, Sexy Molly! It was so amazingly hot in real life.
SO. HOT.
Oh my god. Totally hot. And I know what you mean about not being able to talk. Except it’s my memory that goes. I can only remember a certain select number of moments. He forces me (and himself) in to my body and out of my head, which is so welcome. But if he would have asked me to repeat the story, I would have been in big trouble. Glad you can pay attention… Fuck on, my friends.