HOTWIFE EROTICA | BDSM
A Hard Pounding for Breakfast
He brings his mouth to my ear. “I think you have a fantasy about being bound and controlled. Tell me if I’m wrong.”
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As I wrap the towel around my body, someone knocks on the door to my hotel room. Shit, who could that be? My best friend, Sasha, left early to hit the casino floor and said the slots were calling her name.
Grabbing a robe, I tie the sash and open the door to find Jace standing there with a paper cup and a white bag. He grins and holds them up.
“Room service.”
My body ignites with desire, and I can’t stop the stupid grin from spreading across my face. I want him, now.
After the fun last night with Jace and Matt, my husband said I could fuck whoever I wanted this weekend as long as I tell him all about it when I return home. I didn’t expect to see Jace again, but this is perfect.
“Breakfast for me? I’m starving,” I say, taking his offerings and inviting him inside.
Starving for his cock, but he’ll find that out soon enough.
As Jace enters the room, I set the items on the table before turning to face him and pulling open the sash on my robe. His eyes take on a speculative gleam, and I know this was his intention.
He closes the distance between us in just three quick steps, his hand finding the back of my head as he pulls me closer. “Are you ready to be a good girl for me again?”
His smooth, deep voice sends shivers down my spine. Jace can do whatever he wants to me as long as he calls me a good girl afterwards. I’m supposed to meet Sasha downstairs in 30 minutes, so this needs to be a quickie. I sway towards him and my nipples harden from being so close to him.
“This needs to be fast,” I whisper.
He silences me with a passionate kiss, and I can barely remember my own name by the time he lifts his mouth from mine. Oh yes, this is the exact breakfast I wanted. My body is already humming with need.
He chuckles against my mouth, “Fast, huh? I’ll see what I can do.”
My insides clench at his promise, and I wonder what he has planned. He guides me backwards, towards the bed, and pushes the robe off my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor around my feet. He rakes his gaze over my naked body, his obvious appreciation leaving a trail of goosebumps.
He murmurs, “Did you sleep well?”
I nod, unable to form words as my mind reels at the possibilities of what he could do to me. God, it’s intoxicating to have him stare at me like he can see deep into my soul and knows exactly what I want. My pussy aches at the thought, and when his hands skim down my arms, I shiver.
He stops his exploration and my head spins with questions as he turns me around and grasps my wrists to bring them behind me, holding them together. Oh yeah, he’s definitely got something planned.
I try to clear my head and form a coherent question. “Mmm, what are you up to?”
He brings his mouth to my ear. “I think you have a fantasy about being bound and controlled. Tell me if I’m wrong.”
I’ve often daydreamed about being tied up and fucked hard, but I didn’t know how much I craved being controlled until the first day he fucked me at his veterinarian clinic.
When I don’t answer, he speaks again, and with each word, his mouth brushes against my ear, sending a fresh wave of chills down my spine. “Erin, I know what you’re feeling because of how you act when I fuck you.”
How can he see my fantasies when I didn’t even know them? The idea is startling.
His lips curve up. “Oh yes, you like being on display. You like the humiliation of being used for men’s pleasure. You get off on being a slut.”
Am I that transparent, or maybe this is just a common fantasy of submissive women?
The thought is fleeting, as his words distract me, “Maybe, if you’re a good girl and let me tie you up, I’ll reward you and let you orgasm. Would you like that?”
His hands skim down my waist to my hips and squeeze as his cock presses against my ass. “Or should I tie you up and just edge you?
Yeah… no. I shake my head. Nope, no edging. I’ll do whatever he wants for an orgasm.
“But I’m a good girl.” My voice is breathy and excited, and I don’t sound like myself.
He chuckles. “Oh yes, and good girls deserve to come.”
Fuck yes, I do.
The tip of his tongue drags along the outer edge of my ear, and I gasp at the sharp bolt of electricity it sends through my body. When his teeth gently bite the lobe, I groan.
He pauses a moment and I look over my shoulder to watch him pick up my robe and remove the sash. Ooooh, I know what I’m getting tied up with. It’s so dirty.
He places my hands together behind me and loops the sash around my wrists, tying it with a simple knot.
He murmurs in my ear, “If you need me to stop, just say red light.”
I nod in response. There’s no way I’m going to stop this. He’s giving me something my husband can’t — something I didn’t even know I needed until this moment.
“Can you get free, or do I need to make it tighter?”
My breath catches and I know it doesn’t matter if I can get loose because I don’t want to. Even if it’s just an illusion of being bound and helpless, I want it. I try to pull my hands apart, just to show I can’t.
“This is good,” I say softly as he walks around in front of me.
His eyes glow with desire and something else — admiration?
He speaks with reverence. “You bring something out in me that doesn’t happen often. You look so beautiful right now. So… perfect and willing.”
My eyes widen and I suck in air like I can’t breathe. Holy fuck. What is he doing to me?
He caresses my nipples, and a tremor goes through my body as I lean towards him, wanting more. “Such a beautiful slut, desperate to be fucked.”
I’m so turned on, I might explode the moment his cock slides inside me. How can this guy do this to me with just his words? He squeezes my nipples causing me to draw in a sharp breath. Pleasure and pain, it’s fucking exhilarating.
“Show me how much you want me to fuck you.”
I want this more than anything in the world at this very moment, so I drop to my knees before him. My eyes are level with the large bulge straining against his jeans. His hand presses on the top of my head and I know he wants me to suck his cock.
While keeping my bound hands behind me, I lean forward, rubbing my cheek on the denim material of his jeans. He doesn’t try to help me get to his cock, and my mind races about how I can accomplish this task without the use of my hands.
There’s only one solution: lick and nibble my way around his confined shaft. It’s a slow process, but it feels wickedly decadent. Once I’ve reached the top, I flatten my tongue against his fly and press firmly. A low rumble from his chest is encouraging, and my clit pulses at his animalistic noises.
Pushing up, my teeth connect with the button of his jeans. Slowly, I maneuver it between my lips and I get the button undone. The zipper tab is captured between my teeth next, and it requires even more skill and dexterity to pull the metal downward.
Once it’s at the end of its journey, Jace quickly pushes his pants over his hips. Mmm, now for my prize! His cock springs out, and he positions it at my lips. I part them eagerly, sucking him into my mouth, and I’m rewarded with a deep moan from him as he flexes his hips, driving deeper into my throat.
I open my mouth wider to accommodate his thickness. His hips piston faster, fucking my face with no consideration of how it affects me. I love it. My throat constricts, and I gag on his length. It’s intense and hot as fuck. His hand is on my head, pressing down, and he’s all the way in my throat, cutting off my air supply for a brief moment. I gasp for air as he pulls free.
“So good,” he murmurs as he fucks my mouth.
As my lips slide over his length, I twist and roll my tongue under his cock, stroking him. My fingers twitch with the need to caress his balls, but I can’t, since my hands are behind my back.
As Jace’s thrusts become more frenzied, I know he’s nearing his climax. His cock twitches in my mouth, and my lips tighten around his shaft as I slide up and down its length, but he pulls out before he comes.
He hauls me up onto the bed, forcing me down onto my knees. My face is pressed into the comforter as he slams his cock into my pussy, muffling my moans of pleasure. Jace pounds into me hard and fast, and spikes of bliss radiate from my core. All I can do is take whatever he wants to give me. Jesus Christ, this is amazing.
He grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back. My scalp tingles, both from pain and pleasure, and he holds on while he rides me, slamming into my depths repeatedly. He pounds me harder than anyone has before and it hurts in the most delicious way possible. I never want it to end.
Despite loving the feeling of his cock pounding into my pussy, I desperately need to come. My entire body is wound tight, I beg and plead with him to give me my orgasm.
“Jace, please. I need to come.”
His voice is harsh. “Beg harder.”
I cry out, “Please Jace. I need to come. Make me come. Please!”
His hips move faster as his own climax approaches. “So tight. Come with me, slut.”
His words are my undoing, and I explode. I scream from the intensity of my orgasm as waves of pleasure wash over me. The pressure of his cock going deeper with his erratic thrusts drives me mad, and he groans as he comes. It sounds primal and powerful, and I enjoy the sensations as he pulses within me, filling me with his cum.
A few moments later, he releases his hold on my hair, and I collapse onto the bed, utterly spent. Mmm, so good.
He lands heavily beside me, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. I remain motionless, basking in the afterglow of sex.
As I check the clock, I realize Sasha will be calling any minute to ask where I am. Shit.
Jace trails his fingertips lazily down my back, stopping when he reaches my wrists. He smiles gently at me and unties me. When I roll to face him, he grips my wrists and massages them, making sure I’m okay.
I can tell he’s a little dazed from our sex, and it makes me proud. Hell yeah, I did that.
He leans forward and kisses me softly, murmuring, “Your husband has a playdate planned for us next weekend. Maybe I should tie you up again so he can see what a good girl you are when you’re a submissive slut.”
Oh yeah, I’m down for that. I give him a coy smile. “Yes, please.”
Closing my eyes, I savor a few more moments of relaxation, knowing I need to get up soon.
My husband is soooo going to get anything he wants when I get home. I’ll be on my knees all week if that’s what it takes.
I’m truly the luckiest slut alive to be blessed with a husband who arranges all these playdates and allows me to experience it all.
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