Jen [F]visits my [M]place: a master class in improv
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{I realize these stories are self-contained. I'm not including any cliffhangers, and each event is self-contained, so you don't really need to read these in order. That shouldn't take away from the enjoyment, although thanks to all who have read both pieces so far. Hope you enjoy this one as well. }
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Unlike most of our fuck sessions, this one was going to be up my place . Jen was going to be there soon, and I was rushing to get everything prepared. I wanted to surprise her—-Not with roses or chocolate or any other presents—but a new sexual experience for both of us. I scurried about my apartment like a squirrel foraging for acorns. The “staples” were already set atop my bedroom dresser:a blue box of Trojan condoms to tide us through the night, enough lube to grease the Titanic's pistons, and a stash of Viagra big enough to supply every nursing home in town . With those in place, it was time to add some new sonatas to our sexual repertoire. Without much time before Jen arrived, I had to think on my feet. I grabbed some common household items and tested my improvisational skills to turn them into BDSM tools.
“DIIIING-doongg “ We were too horny for pleasantries. Our bodies were flooding with hormones. We both felt the kind of pressure that's only relieved by eating each other's faces and crawling into each other's skin. But what would be the fun in just pulling our pants off? I felt like being naughty, so I decided tonight I would tease her and make her work for it.
The instant she walked in the door, I ushered her into the bedroom like she was the president and I was a secret service agent pulling her out of the path of a bullet. I threw her into an office chair that I had moved into my bedroom. Her plump ass caused the chair to skid back a few inches across the floor, and she let out a high-pitched yelp like a dog. This place was about to turn into Guantanamo. I didn't have an actual blindfold, so I used a thick pillowcase that I folded over itself several times and tied firmly over her eyes. As cash-strapped college students, sex was a priority, but buying sex toys was not unfortunately. That wouldn't stop us from having a hell of a good time, though.
The only natural step after blindfolding her was to handcuff her. I used my makeshift handcuffs to bind her wrists tightly. Since she was blindfolded, as far as she knew, this was real rope. She was basking in the palette of new sensations I was forcing onto her. Devoid of vision and ability to move her arms, she snickered in pleasure.
"You want daddy's cock, don't you? I know you want daddy's cock. Tell me you want my thick cock,” I commanded her. It was the truth. I knew it, and she knew it damn well. I just wanted to hear her say it, though:
“Yes, daddy, I love your cock. I want your thick sexy cock.”
“Say it louder. Say it like you mean it, fucking slut. “
And she did, but I wasn't going to let her get off the hook that easy. THWACK! TWACK! THHHWAAAACK! I paddled her PAWG ass. My neighbors probably thought I was fighting a raging fly infestation. Her cheeks rippled with each smack and caused a dull echo throughout my small bedroom. With each buffet, she squirmed ever so slightly.
This was foreplay at its finest. The whole time, for at least 20 minutes, her clothes had been completely on. I made ensured the tension crescendoed at a painstaking pace. It was time to dial the notch up though. I unzipped her jeans and pulled down her pants. Started spanking her bare bottom. Then I carefully peeled off her T-shirt. exposing her bulbous breasts and puffy nipples. They were gorgeous, but just like raising kids, sometimes when you love something, you have to discipline it. I chewed on them like bubble gum. She couldn't tolerate the waves of pain. So I kept going.
Finally, I decided she deserved a break, so I teased her clit with my index finger, massaging it for a few minutes and then slipping my index finger into her pussy which was already soaked at this point.
After months and months of deliberate practice with Jen, I had become a virtuoso at the art of fingering. I knew the exact speed, depths, and location to push and poke and prod and thrust to make her go crazy…To make her come explosively with just my magic fingers.
Even though she orgasmed, she still hungered for the fullness and stretching of my member. She then uttered the sexiest words I've ever been told to date,
“I need you inside of me. “
Like neodymium magnets hitting each other, that phrase just caused something to fall into I place for me .
It flipped a primitive switch in my brain that told me, "It's go time. Now's the time to fuck her brains out." Unfortunately, for her to get on the bed, I had to untie her. It felt like an appropriate time to remove the blindfold, and so the jig was up. She caught me. I acted with such confidence that she mistook me for a BDSM dungeon master, but alas, I wasn't. I was just a smart guy using the tools I had at my disposal in innovative ways.
“A pancake flipper? You were using a pancake flipper?
Yes, yes I was. I used a plastic spatula, or as she called it a pancake flipper. I didn't have real rope, so I used spare ethernet cables.
And it worked. We turned each other on. We fucked so hard that, honest to God, we ended up breaking the bed.