dancing with (& then kinkily fucking) the dj [part II]
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…I felt Evan’s cock press against me as he handcuffed me. Then he got up, grabbed the chair in my bedroom and dominantly commanded:
“Bend over here.”
I obeyed and the very second I raised my ass, he plowed inside me. All I could do was moan-scream as his dick naturally banged against my cervix. One hand grabbed my hair, the other held steady on my back as he slid himself in and out of my slick hole.
Doggy style is my favourite position because, seriously, I get animalistic. I go wild. The sounds I make, the dirty phrases that flow, the requests for him to smack my ass (“harder…harder!…did you hear me asshole?!?! harder!!!!!”), the feeling of an orgasmic explosion inside my chest…I just lose it. And Evan went straight for it. With me handcuffed over a chair.
I must have orgasmed at least four times in those fifteen minutes. Maybe five. It was insane. I actually don’t even know how long it was, I literally lost all conception of time. After the chair became cumbersome we moved to the bed, but he stayed behind so he could pound into my backside. I pushed back, pumping my body toward him.
There’s no way I didn’t wake my neighbours given how loud I was moaning. His vocalizations increased as he got comfortable with mine. After smacking my ass a few times, he became quiet as he orgasmed. We both laid there whispering, “Holy shit.”
And then, after the chills evaporated, “So do you have any more toys to tell me about?”
“Yeah, but I can’t ruin the surprise. Gotta save some for next time.”
We lounged around sharing youtube videos of great mixes we enjoy while smoking a joint. At about 4:30am we agreed to call it a night. When I came out of the washroom, he started making out with me again. Nope, you’re right, not very conducive to falling asleep. After I ‘accidentally’ stroked him to full hardness, he said,
“So I was looking through your box earlier and there’s something I want to use.”
While grabbing the next condom, “What did you find?”
Next time had come sooner than I expected. He grinned and pulled out my ball gag with the leather strap.
…
“Oh my god…yes…holy-fuck-yeah, put that thing on me!”
He took care of the condom and then adjusted the gag around my head. We resumed doggy style. I screamed into the soft blue ball stuffed in my mouth while he forcefully entered through my pussy lips. My pleas came out as urgent mumbles, “Fuck me harder! Faster! Faster! Oh my god, you’re not allowed to stop!!!”
But obviously I wasn’t in charge here. He dominated me hard and I was not protesting in the least. I arched my back and closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation of his expert fucking. I moaned deeply from the back of my throat. I stretched to take in all of him, I wanted all 8+ inches inside me.
I love being gagged because I’m not aware of how loud I am until I’m force-stopped from vocalizing how incredible sex feels. Then I have to struggle and show it in different ways. My body shakes with pleasure when I’m gagged, I bite into the gag, I play with my nipples and clit more. Oh, and it’s been a year and a half since I was last stuffed shut, so I was turned on beyond my wildest expectations.
He switched to missionary for a while so he could watch my face contract as I bit down. Although the sound was muffled, I’m sure you could see it in my eyes. I was in sex heaven and I didn’t give a fuck about anything else.
He made circles with his hips as he boned me, allowing me to relive his excellent rhythm from the dancefloor. He looked that much hotter than before with his muscles clenched, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, and his cock sliding in and out of me. He used consistently amazing long strokes, pulling almost all the way out and digging back into my pussy. After several unprecedentedly huge orgasms on my end, he let himself go. He laid down on the bed next to me and I got him to take off the gag so I could gasp,
“That was incredible.”
He was going to sleep over but I had to get up early, so he decided to walk home instead. Before he left, I told him we should do this again sometime. He responded affirmatively but I intuitively heard the silent hesitancy in his voice.
“Evan, just so you know I’m a casual sex kind of person. I seriously have zero interest in dating you or being your girlfriend. It’s just not my thing.”
He sighed with relief. “Awesome! I’m into casual sex too, this can actually work.”
I passed out asleep pretty soon after. The text he sent about an hour later that I received in the morning nicely summarizes our encounter:
“Well, that was a LOT of fun. I hope to see you again, Tara…”
Don’t worry, you will.
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