Roughing It - My Turn

Roughing It - My Turn

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

My rebuttal to Benawriter's short story "Roughing It" since he was so kind to challenge me. Just cannot seem to resist those; so here goes! Hope you all enjoy! --Amy :)

Summary

My rebuttal to Benawriter's short story "Roughing It" since he was so kind to challenge me. Just cannot seem to resist those; so here goes! Hope you all enjoy! --Amy :)

Content

Submitted: July 24, 2016

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Content

Submitted: July 24, 2016

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Roughing It – My Turn

 

Sure, I like it rough, and don’t get me wrong I thrive in any challenge.  When it comes to sex, wild rides beyond the slow and sensual sex Ben offers liven things up quite a bit.  We all have those vanilla days and there’s nothing wrong with that, right?  But, there was nothing vanilla about what happened last time he came over to my place for a little kink.  The peeing on the crack of my fine ass?  Really?  Oh, there won’t be any vanilla going on tonight either.

Ben walks his handsome self through my door wearing a white golf shirt and khakis.  A bottle of my favorite merlot in his hands.  He loves bringing gifts of any sort when he comes, and I don’t mind that he does.  He can be a real gentleman when not being a naughty perv! 

“Wow, you look great, sweetness!” Ben says of my sexy bit of lingerie.  Tonight I’m wearing my peekaboo lace halter top with matching thong panties beneath in fuchsia.  The color matches my lips and polish I paint on my toes and fingernails.  Along with that, I also wear a tiny pleated skirt, stockings and heels.  All of them black.

“You ready to play, lover-boy?” I ask curling my finger, beckoning him closer.

Ben settles the wine bottle on the kitchen counter and steps up to me with a broadening grin.  He plants his hungry lips on mine for a spell before groping my apple bottom in both hands.  I swat his hands away playfully with a giggle and run from him.  Ben gives chase as I hope yet stops short at the threshold of my bedroom.  His smile drops.  I can imagine to him my bedroom looks like some crazy crime scene in all the rubber sheets I’ve laid out.

“Bound to get messy, Ben.  I figured I’d take precautions unlike some people I know,” I offer in explanation with a coy little shrug.

His mouth drops open at that, but I paw at his golf shirt.  I walk backward and he follows still looking around.  I turn his head to look at me and smile up at him.  Shaking his head, he helps me remove his shirt.  On his own, I watch him immediately strip out of everything else.  Sweet!

“Show me whatcha got,” Ben says while licking his chops.

Like one of those display models, I motion to the padded bench at the end of my bed with a flourish of my arms.  “Over here is chair number one where we’ll start.” 

Shaking his head again at my theatrics, he sits down to the center of it.  “Is this how you want me?” he asks while looking up at me.

From the bed, I take the pink handcuffs Ben likes so much and urge him flat on his back.  His legs are spread to either side of the bench.  I fasten his left wrist with a handcuff and then loop it beneath the bench and catch the right.  I make sure his wrists are secure before I release him and stand once more between him and my bed.

“Try to move, Ben.  Can you get free?” I inquire.  He struggles for a bit yet cannot free his bound hands or remove himself from the bench. 

“Very good,” I say as I remove my top and my panties for his eager eyes.  The panties I stretch over his face with the wet crotch right at his nose so he can smell my arousal but that’s all.  His tongue isn’t long enough to reach the inviting lingerie.  “Aww…you wanna taste?”

“Yes,” he pants.

I shake my head.  “No, Benny, honey.  Tonight is about what I want.”  I spread oil over my full breasts, between them and pinch my nipples, which are already hard.  That feels very nice so I moan.  I add more oil to my hands and kneel down to my favorite body part.  His cock.  So helpless standing at full mast, Ben cannot deny me what I want.  I smile at the naughty things to be done to this lovely specimen that throbs in a wave at me. 

My hands begin the sensual massage at the base of him twisting up and down in a fluid motion. 

“Ooooo,” Ben gasps.

“Oh, I do love the feel of a hard cock in my hands.  Can’t you tell?  How much my hands love feeling the veins in your big cock as it pulses?”  I continue my very slow, dual hand massage easily over his impressive cock.  The oil makes this effortless and also creates a sloppy wet sound between my hands and his cock.  “You like the feel of my hands on your cock don’t you?  Almost as good as how it feels in my pussy right?”

He groans, “Holy shit!”

“You know I like to taste it even more.  Is that pre-cum for me, Ben?” I question as I lean my head down and pucker my lips toward his meat I’m still stroking.  I take a deep breath and exhale on the tip of his prick I hold still a moment. 

Ben sucks in a new gasp and squirms.  I can only imagine his view and thoughts going through his head.

In amusement, I pull away still stroking him up and down slow and easy.  I can do this all night since I find it so much fun.  “Oh, you’ll get no lip action from me tonight, Ben.”  I do slap his meat against my nipples and shriek with delight as I rub both with his throbbing meat.  “Ooooh, my nipples do love the feel of your cock.  I bet you want a titty fuck, don’t you, Ben?  Your hard cock squeezed between my firm full tits.  My tongue licking your head as you poke between them.  You would like that wouldn’t you?  The feel of my tits on your cock?”  I grin down at him while still working his knob pretty hard like it’s a pool stick and my hand is the cue.  I don’t care.  This isn’t about his pleasure after all. 

I see Ben nods with a whimper, and then I slap his cock where he yelps in pain.  “No!” I snap.  “My pleasure remember?”

Ben only nods with a groan and curse I could not understand.

I turn to straddle him but not his face.  Oh, no…my pussy is too far for his eager lips and expert tongue.  Just out of reach, I hover my cute ass and shake it over his chest.  Ben groans miserably trying to bend closer to me for just one taste I’m sure as I glance back to him.  “Please?” he begs with his eyes fixed on my glistening pussy.

I ignore his pleas while glancing back toward him.  “Oops!  Turned the wrong way.  But while I’m here, nature calls.”  I release a squirt of pee I’ve been holding for just this moment as I squat over his chest.

“Fuck!” he cries feeling the warm liquid spill through his chest hair and down his sides on the bench.

“Ah!  That’s better.”  I grin mischievously.  Lifting off him, I gather up his boxers and wipe myself clean with them.  He doesn’t mind, I’m sure.  Hee hee.  He knows that I take what I am owed, but I also give in the measure dealt.  Aren’t I generous? 

I return to my work because poor Lil Ben is looking neglected.  I’m no where near done with him and more than an hour has past.  Flexing my nimble fingers, we’re ready for the next session.  “You need to see what I’m doing to this lovely cock of yours, right, Ben?”

I lift his legs onto the bench straight out before him.  Part of his calves and feet dangle over, but that’s okay.  I don’t really care about his comfort.  All that matters is that it’s easier to straddle him while facing him now.  I lift up my tiny pleated skirt so that my wet pussy lips can be easily viewed as they tease Lil Ben.  Easily I glide back and forth along the underside of his staff.  Riding Ben, while rubbing my full breasts and playing with the nipples is terrific fun.  The head of his spear hits my engorged clit just right bringing me a little closer to orgasm.  Then I slow down, lifting my breasts to my lowered mouth so I can suck on my own nipples.  I moan and so does Ben.

I start the slow grind on him all over again, stop, and repeat.  Stop and repeat.  The last time though I don’t stop.  I keep going, revving faster in the process.  I reach back on his thighs as I arch and come on his cock just like that.  Oh!  That was soooo fucking hot!  Ben and I both are panting, and like a good boy he still moans in frustration.  No release yet.  I grin.

Oiling up my hands again, I return to my hand job like I never left.  I massage his prick with my long nails.  “You like that don’t you, Ben?”  I fist his red tip from my attention and twist.  I repeat.  “Do you like that, too?”

He makes a strangled sound of pain or pleasure, “Ooohhh ugggghhhhh!”

Ben squirms from my touch, but there’s no where for him to go.  No escape.  Again, I polish his knob a good minute to give him the jerk of a lifetime.  So focused on the head of his cock only, I detect the growing excitement in Ben flexing his ass up into my hand.  He’s looking forward to me getting him closer to the release he’s dying for.  The strain furrowing his brow, the gleam of need in his eyes, and grit of his teeth are just what I want to see.

Suddenly, I return to the slow torture I started with when I hear his breathing rage and his hips move more urgently against my hands.  I pause to squeeze him tight with both hands along his shaft.  Ben gasps with the pain and then I rigorously pump his cock from base to head with both hands.  Twist, jerk, squeeze.  Repeat.  Faster.  Harder.  I will get the milk I want shooting through Lil Ben’s slit like a geyser once I’m done.  It’s only a matter of time now whether he wants to or not. 

I squeeze him fiercely again.  Ben squirms against his cuffs shaking his head with his groans.

“I know you wanna give me that cum, don’t you, Ben?” I ask with my wicked grin.  “I won’t let you until I’m ready though.”

“Please…” he whispers at my hands starting all over again twisting up and down in the massage of his staff so slow.  The occasional slap of my nipples with the head of his cock is nice.  I work faster in that killer rhythm that gets him worked up again.

“I do love pushing you to your limits,” I say as I pump him hard again several minutes in fact of non-stop jerking.  “I’m so wet right now, Ben.”

The wet sounds of my hands on his shaft and massage of his balls fills the air along with his harsh breathing.  Ben begins to spasm against my hand.

“Do you wanna come now, Ben, or do you think you have come enough?” I ask sarcastically.

“Only if it pleases you,” he breathes.

I continue to work his cock up and down the shaft because that is the right answer!  “That’s right, Ben.  Give it to me!” 

He erupts like Mount St. Helens, and I aim his cock toward his face.  The first shot of his cum reaches his chest and all other spirt along his abdomen.  I squeeze all the cum out of his cock and then lap that which overflows on my fingers.  “Mmmmm, yummy!”

“Damnit, woman, are you gonna free me now?” he asks with some irritation while trying to get at me.  It is his turn after all.

Wow, in all the excitement, I don’t remember what I did with the key!

 


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