Yeah, he tells me he hears nothing. …. he heard some moaning the other night, thats about it. I wouldn’t worry about it, I have very thick walls. I would, on the other hand, worry about your ass the next time you are over here. You have been a very very bad little boy…. and I’m gonna make sure you get fucked good and hard. We really need to work on stretching out the tight asshole of yours. I know you’re up for it. And now you know that my walls are thick enough that even when you scream all he hears are moans…. or… at least he’s gentlemanly enough to say that’s all he hears.
It has become a habit of mine that shortly after I see you my thoughts drift to your blog. Rereading entries that have served to make me especially wet before, and playing with myself again in front of my laptop over the same words.
I was doing this before my shift last night. And then I got a call later in the evening. He was quite and calm, intent. He was forceful. After we finished his fantasy, he just wanted me to talk for a while. He told me, “come on, you sound like you have a filthy imagination. What have you been jerking off about lately? Describe it to me.”
I told him I wanted him to push me onto my stomach. That he would move on top of me, so close to me. Teasing my ass with his hard cock. I reach my hand down just for a moment to feel how wet he has made me. I tell him about how he starts fucking my ass… moving his cock in deeper and deeper, how it hurts, but I know my tight asshole feels so good wrapped around his cock. I tell him how wet it makes me to feel his body so close to mine, to feel him whispering in my ear that I’m being, ‘such a good girl.’
That his words replay in my mind. ‘I’m trying to be nice. It’s taking all of my energy not to just fuck you and rip you apart.”
When he asks me if it hurts I tell him yes.
He asks me if I can take it, and I tell him yes.
I’m a ‘good girl’
After I am finished with you. Finished hitting you, and kissing you, licking you, fucking you… After I have taken the blindfold off, just so I could see that look in your eyes when I slap you… after I have eaten your ass, after I have made your nipples as sore as I could…. after…
after your whimpers faded, and you’ve rested in my arms, you let me know you are not done. That you haven’t forgotten. You haven’t forgotten any of the things you were waiting to do to me.
You move on top of me, so close to me. Teasing my ass with your hard cock. Your cock, picked especially for my ass. To be sweet to me. I reach my hand down just for a moment to feel how wet you have made me. I’m scared. But I want to be a good girl.
You ease your way into me, slowly. Slowly fucking me. Starring deep into my eyes… terrified and excited. In pain, and in fucking heaven. You holding my hands above my head as you grind into me.
You move in close, right to my ear. Even just your breath drives me crazy. The hot whisper of your words, with all of your weight on top of me and the feeling of my ass filled with your cock… and even though it hurts, the combination of those things just makes me want to take it more. You whisper. I’m being such a good girl. Such a good girl for you.
Actually, that was in the morning. I remember that because you were wearing that pretty silver plug with your wrists taped together while you were checking your email on your hands and knees. I remember that because you were so good to stay like that while I went downstairs to check on the dogs.
And after that you were riding my cock, grinding against that little pink toy of yours, facing away from me so that I could grab your hips, slap your ass and play with that plug. I can’t actually get that image out of my head, nor do I want to.