New experiences

New experiences New experiences

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A young woman explores her sexuality and the world of Dom sub

Summary

A young woman explores her sexuality and the world of Dom sub

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Submitted: November 02, 2013

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Submitted: November 02, 2013

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She sat in his driveway trying to gather her thoughts. The rain was beating down and only serving to make her more frazzled. She didn't know what she was doing here, she wasn't normally so reckless. But there was an inner desire to be dangerous, to explore her sexuality to the fullest extent. And that's what he offered her, why she finally opted to come. Hopefully in more ways than one.
She could see him patiently waiting at the front door, so confident in his ability that he didn't need to rush her. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, took a deep breath and hurried to the front door. She was only in the rain for a few seconds but she was drenched when she reached him. He ushered her inside and she stood 
before him, shy and nervous. He didn't make a move for her and she felt like he was testing her, needing her to make the first move. 
Her clothes were soaked through, so she did the only thing that seemed appropriate to her in this situation. She stepped out of her sandals and peeled off her shirt at the same time, letting it fall to the floor with a wet slap. Next she undid her shorts which slid easily down her legs. She stepped out of those, too, never looking up at his face. She silently debated on whether to leave her bra on, but decided to go with it and reached around her back to unclasp the hooks, letting that fall to the floor as well. Almost completely naked now except for her panties, she was very aware of the cold rainwater running off her hair and down her body. Noticing the goosebumps rising on her skin, she shivered lightly.
He stepped up to her then, reached his hands around her head and grabbed her hair. Twisting, wringing the water out while pulling back gently, he exposed her neck and placed featherlight kisses there as the water dripped to the floor. His hands moved from her hair down her back and grabbed her ass firmly, almost lifting her up. Then traveling back up her hips and around her front, up her stomach, he cupped her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples. Pleasure shot straight down to her pussy, making her knees weak. Then it seemed his hands were everywhere and they were so warm, and soon they removed any remaining shiver. 
He brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her deeply. Letting his tongue trace her lips and then taste her mouth. She pressed up against him, needing to feel his hard body against her soft one. Increasingly aware that he was still fully clothed, she tried to lift his shirt over his head but he stopped her. Instead, he picked her up by her ass, spreading her legs at the same time to wrap around his waist. The action made her belly flutter, anxious for what lay ahead.
He walked purposefully down a hallway, his lips remaining on hers so she couldn't look around and get her bearings. Pushing though a door on the left, they entered a dark room. It took a moment, but her eyes finally began to adjust. He set her down and she slowly turned around, taking in every detail. Thick, dark curtains were closed tight over the windows, only allowing cracks of gray light inside. A huge four poster bed was located in the center of the room, a mirror on the ceiling, and a trunk at the foot. Other than that, there were two armoires, one on each wall facing the bed. He slipped his hand in hers and guided her to the bed. As they moved closer, she could see a scarf hanging from each poster. The sight sent her mind racing with possibilities, but she was too nervous to act on them. Never having done anything like this before, she wanted him to show her the way. 
She was backed up against the side of the bed, his hands stroking and exploring her body. His fingertips brushing against her skin calmed her and she was finally feeling somewhat relaxed. He gently turned her around and bent her over the bed, removing her underwear in the process. He was kneading her cheeks, pulling them apart every so often to get a glimpse of her pussy when suddenly his hand left her, only to come back down with a sharp smack that echoed off the walls. The pain seared through her seconds later, but by then he was rubbing the tender spot, calming the sharp pain into a slow burn that centered in her pussy and spread throughout her whole body. He did this several times over the next few minutes and she could feel herself growing increasingly more wet. She moved her hand to touch herself but he disapproved. He brought her hands behind her back and held them both there with his left hand, her face pressed into the bedspread. With his right, he began a furious onslaught on her backside, spanking her repeatedly, one right after the other. He told her she couldn't touch herself without asking permission first, and if she didn't follow his commands this was the punishment. 
What was surprising to her, even more so than his behavior, was her reaction to being treated this way. She felt so completely vulnerable. She was totally nude and he was still fully clothed; she was bent over and under his control, she couldn't move her arms and had to keep her head just so or she wouldn't be able to breath either. And above all, he was assaulting her ass. Spanking her so hard sometimes she yelled out in pain. But she didn't mutter a single word to make it stop, didn't move a muscle to try and get away. She stayed exactly where she was and felt the heat of her ass, felt her pussy melting for him from the inside out. There was something to this utter surrender she was giving him, something that was turning her on more than anything else in her whole life that she had experienced. Her desire was more... From anything he had to give.
As suddenly as it had started, he stopped. Her skin tingled in the wake of his fingertips as he lightly ran them over her hot ass. She purred for him then, wiggling her butt from side to side as an invitation to continue. Instead, she heard his zipper being undone and her heart began to race. If that was foreplay, what would the sex be like? She stood perfectly still, bent over the side of the bed, waiting to see what would happen next. 
She heard his jeans fall to the floor and then felt the head of his thick warm cock against her opening. And that was it. He just held it there, not making any move to push deeper inside her. Again, it was as if he was testing her, needing her to make the first move. She was so wet by this point, he would have met minimal resistance. She wanted to feel him inside her more than anything, feel every inch if him sliding into her, feel the veins and conjures of his cock against her pussy walls. So she obliged, and pushed back against him. The second she stirred, his hand came down with force and continuously spanked her while she moved to get him fully inside her. She was so unbelievably wet and could feel it gathering and sliding down her clit onto the edge of the bedspread. It occurred to her that normally she would would have been embarrassed but she was actually farthest from that point. She felt more alive, more womanly, more excited than ever before.
He began to thrust slowly into her, letting her get used to the feeling of him. But her cunt was greedy. Every time he pulled out she whined for his cock to be back inside her, deeper and deeper. Soon he had a good rhythm and they were working together to achieve pleasure for each other. She could feel her orgasm building deep in her belly and the need to release it caused her movements to become more insistent, frantic even. But instead of letting her drive herself to an end, he pulled completely out of her. She didn't dare say anything but her disappointment was evident in her body language.
He told her to climb on the bed and hold out her hands. She obeyed and reached out to him. Leading her over to the scarf hanging off the poster at the foot of the bed, he slowly bound her hands together, allowing her to become comfortable with the restraint. It felt soft and smooth against her skin but when she tested the hold she found no give. She was his for the taking now, there was no stopping whatever he wanted to do to her and all she could feel was excitement. He grabbed her ankles and slid her legs out from under her, rolled her onto her back, then pulled her body up towards the pillows. She was fashioned in such a way that her arms where stretched and fully extended over her head and it felt weird for her to be immobile like this. 
Spreading her legs, he dipped his head between them and gave her pussy long slow licks, tasting her and drawing out her wetness. His tongue felt like heaven, everything he did to her felt like heaven. And the tightening in her belly returned as well as the anticipation of an orgasm which had her shifting to allow him better access. But once again he stopped short, not allowing her to be satisfied.
He climbed on top of her and shoved himself roughly inside her; immediately she arched her back to accommodate his size and he started fucking her slow, hard, and deep. Almost too deep; when he would reach the end of her the pain made her cry out. Clutching at the scarf, trying to get leverage from something, she fucked him back as best she could. She raised her hips to allow him a better angle, but he was in control of her body and wouldn't allow her to move from her current position. 
He took everything he needed with no regard for her pleasure, her need for release. But his total domination of her made her feel like this was the way it was supposed to be. Her submissive role in this venture made her vulnerable and it excited her, making her incredibly wet. And when his strokes evened out and deepened further with his impending orgasm, she felt hers began to take shape as well. He shifted back on his heels and held her legs in the air by her ankles keeping up his steady pace. This new position had her climax looming so that when he came inside her she immediately let herself go, feeling the waves of her orgasm wash over her. 
His hands released her legs and they fell to the bed. He also came down to snuggle into her side. Their breathing calmed and slowed as they lay there and she became increasingly aware of the burning in her arms. She whimpered softly and shimmied slightly beside him, drawing attention to her predicament. He smiled at her devilishly, tweaking her still hardened nipples. For a second she didn't know if he would just keep her like that, at his disposal, and the thought made her stomach clench with desire. 
She didn't realize her wicked thoughts were playing across her face until he laughed out loud and reached up to untie her bounds. Finally free to move about on her own she climbed on top and straddled him. Her gaze flitted across the room, registering the two armoires and trunk again. She looked back at him questioningly and he laughed again. 'Next time,' he told her. 'Next time.'
She leaned down and smothered his face and chest in kisses, whispering in his ear, 'Can it be 'next time' right now?'


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