Shall I Keep Her?

Shall I Keep Her? Shall I Keep Her?

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Explaining my evolving relationship with my latest girlfriend, wondering if I have used women the same way she is using me?

Summary

Explaining my evolving relationship with my latest girlfriend, wondering if I have used women the same way she is using me?

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Submitted: January 26, 2017

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Submitted: January 26, 2017

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Shall I Keep Her?

Life with Christine is becoming more and more interesting and complex. She’s adventurous, energetic, (especially in bed) and she likes sex (and not just on the bed). She likes to have fun and she’s socially gregarious. So what’s the problem? At first I was amazed at how perceptive she is, quickly assessing my sexual interests and matching them to her own. She certainly takes advantage of the fact that I respond favorably to a sexually assertive or aggressive woman.

Recently she has taken the role of the “alpha partner” more seriously, which, for the most part, I can sit back and willingly deal with. Sex is more gratifying when you know, feel, or at least think that your partner is enjoying it as much as, if not more, than you are. She has changed the role play position of domme or mistress to a “real” one of which I have never encountered.

She seduces me into seducing her. She suggests things that entice me initially but easily evolve to something that is for her satisfaction only. Conversely she goads me into doing something for her and then seemingly “rewards” me with what I like, or at least, that seems to be her attitude. I don’t mind being used physically for sex, but I cannot tolerate anyone who is condescending, even for great sex.

At dinner recently, Christine sat next to me in the booth. She likes “talking dirty” in public places, especially if people nearby might hear. It embarrasses me and I asked her not to do it, and she has complied. But at dinner, she snuggled close to me with her hand between my legs under the table. I don’t mind that at all.

Before and during the meal, she bombarded me with sexual whispers in my ear.

“This chicken breast is tender and succulent. Would you like to suck on my breasts?”

“Sure; you know I like that, Christine; whatever you want.”

“Would you finger me while you suck my nipples?”

“Yeah, I like doing that too; it excites me.”

“What about my pussy. Would you like to eat my pussy; it’s already wet?”

“That’s the first thing I want to do when we get home, believe me.”

“Say it Ben; say that you want to eat my pussy.”

“Damn! My boxers are going to be soaked at this rate. Okay, I really want to eat your pussy. Are you satisfied now?”

“But you’re going to fuck me aren’t you? I really want to feel your cock in me. I can already feel that’s it hard.”

“You will definitely feel my cock, nice and deep, just as you like it.”

“What about my ass? Will you squeeze my ass?”

“Christ; I’m hard as a rock, ease up will you? And, yes, I’ll do anything you want to it; I love your sexy ass.”

“Goodie! Tonight I might want you to lick it.”

“Fine, then, I’ll lick it for you, Christine. Now can you stop teasing me like this?”

“Say it, Ben.”

“Say what?”

“Say that you’d like to lick my ass.”

“I would love to lick your ass for you, Christine. Now, please just shut up, finish your coffee so we can get out of here?”

“Wonderful! If you lick my ass, I’ll let you fuck my face. I love when you do that. Would you like to do that to me?”

“Of course I would! Right now if it were possible; you’re driving me insane!”

“Say it, Ben, come on….”

“Okay, Christine, I really want to fuck your face, come in your mouth and make you swallow it. Are you satisfied now?”

“That’s just what I want; for you to be so hot, hard and horny that you’ll do whatever I need all night long.”

“All right then, be quiet and give my cock a chance to get back to normal and we’ll go home and you can break out your wish list,” I said with a finality that shut her up. She was polite on the way home, just having a general conversation with no sexual overtones.

Once we were home, she was insatiable. We kissed and groped in the foyer for a while and finally made it to the bedroom. We hurriedly undressed and she knelt in front of me as I stood by the bed. She used her mouth to return my shaft to full erect status and I had hoped she would suck me off, but she didn’t let me get quite that close.

She flopped on the bed on her back and scooted to the edge of the bed so her feel could be on the mattress. She spread her legs wide open and said, “Your turn!” Kneeling by the bed, I did as she wanted, but enjoyed it, and needed it. Focusing on her pleasure let me contain my own needs until the situation changed.

She slipped her legs over my shoulders, which had become the sign that she was ready and wanted to come. I didn’t disappoint her, but when a woman comes like that, it revs up my libido, and it did. I was ready for the real thing by the time her orgasm subsided. She put her feet back on the bed, spread her legs again but when I stood up and came close, she stopped me.

“Wait! I want us to both masturbate, watching each other. When you come, squirt it at my clit,” she “instructed”. It was another hint that I was losing control of our sexual relationship, and not in a way that I had envisioned that I would want.

I stood by the bed, stroking as she used fingertips to rub her clit and fingers from the other hand fucking herself. She was so wet that it actually turned me on watching. Then she added fuel to the fire.

“Come on, Ben, come on me. I want to see it squirting out of your cock. I want to feel it hitting my clit,” she moaned. She must have been close to another climax, because her fingers were rubbing hard and fast on her clit.

It took much longer than I wanted, and I didn’t want to come that way, but I knew somehow she would “reward” me with something that would satisfy me before the night was over. When my strokes became faster and I started breathing hard, she said, “That’s it; come for me. Tell me you’re gonna come on my clit, Ben, TELL ME!”

Just seconds before the inevitable, I groaned, “I’m gonna come on your clit!”

She pulled her fingers free and used both hands to open herself for my load. Just as she instructed, I aimed and the first rope of my warm cum was a direct hit on her love button. She practically screamed, “Oh, shit! That’s so fucking hot! More! Keep coming, Ben!”

Like I could stop? The second shot and third followed the first and she was elated, laughing with joy. I was thinking to myself how weird this woman is when she gave me the next command.

“Fuck me; come on, fuck me until you come again; take your time.”

I drove my pulsing cock into her wet, slimy pussy as she began to rub her clit again. My cum was everywhere as she lay her head back down and moaned, “Oh, yeah, that’s it; fuck that thing for a long time.”

It wasn’t nearly as long as she probably wanted, but between watching her fingers swirling my cum on her clit and the invitation her pussy was giving me, I thoroughly enjoyed another orgasm, dumping whatever I managed to muster into her wet cavern. She was quietly still rubbing her clit, so I pulled free and rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit.

Her head jerked up and she looked down between her legs. “Yes! That’s good; let me have it,” she said, putting her hand over the tip of my cock. I moved with her motions to allow her to rub the tip back and forth across her clit until she came again. She squeezed the sensitive head of my cock so hard I yelped with pain. She never noticed, nor did she stop until she was done.

I climbed onto the bed and lay next to her on my side. “Thanks,” she said simply. It was then that I realized that I could have been anybody with a cock for her and we were actually just sex partners. Not friends. Not lovers. Just two people who like sex, one of whom now seemed as selfish as I am.

Based on the initial mutual sexual interests, I had felt that there was a possibility of a relationship past the sexual side, or at least along with the sexual side of it. And although I had often enjoyed being physically “used” for a woman’s (or two women’s’) pleasure, I always felt that there was respect for each other and an understanding that I was willing to do my part in satisfying my partner(s)’ needs.

Evaluating this situation I now realize that I’ve been too selfish in my own way, giving a woman sexual pleasure, however she needed it, so that she would return the favor. I’ve been “using” women albeit unintentionally, the same way Christine had started using me.

So, to any girl/woman I have not treated fairly in the past, please accept my sincere apology.

 

 


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