Fucking My Dom #WickedWednesday

 

This can be read as a stand alone but it does follow on from Crying Out Loud, Dirty and Exceeding Expectations. So you can see why I look content but knackered! I think this post really works for the ‘Complicated’ prompt because my D/s relationship with H is not what you might expect. I Took a little artistic license for my title, I’d not usually call them my Dom but usually they’re the Top. They’re the tops, always though. :)

 

“This position would really work for you fucking me.”

I was over them, I can’t remember if my thighs were spread around them.or if theirs were around mine but my arms were either side of their head and my hair cascaded down around us.

“Well, I do have my harness with me, ” I said, not for the first time that day. “Do you have a suitable dick?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

They replied with a look that can only be described as:

Bitch, please.

I jumped up to grab my harness. It’s not the first time pegging has been mentioned. I do remember sending a not so subtle link to my masochist mistress writing when we were first getting together. I’d had my harness in my bag for a few visits, I was definitely glad of my preparedness!

There is something powerful about having a dick. I don’t know what precisely but wearing the purple dildo (that I recognised as part of Cap’n Alix’s pegging leg) made me hold myself differently. More rigid, straighter…well, physically more upright. Nothing was straight about the experience. It was gay as fuck.

Starting with watching H finger their arse, lubing up for me and my cock. Hot.

I crawled between their thighs and looked down at their pretty, wanton face. I could see the lust painted across it. The deep pink flush of their cheeks, the brightness of their blue eyes.

I pressed forward, the dick head slipped between H’s buttocks and they moaned. I was so turned on, so ready to fuck them, problem was, I couldn’t quite get the positioning right.

“You’re teasing me,” They whined, pressing their hips up at me.

“Not entirely on purpose,darling.” I replied with a wry smile. Hey, I’m not used to the mechanics plus I’d just been tied and fucked and made to orgasm a bajillion times. I was maybe not as limber or capable of thought as I could have been.

Luckily, H lent a hand, getting the cock to just where they needed it. Gripping me with their legs around my middle and pulling me tight to them.

Watching their beautiful face contort with pleasure and lust at each thrust of my hips was delightful. Seeing their cock hard and twitching, pre-cum wetly pooling at the tip made my cunt throb with desire.

Feeling them writhe and thrust against me, hearing their gasps and groans, holding their thighs, focusing all my energy into pleasing them was so fucking hot.

Their cry of completion, the way they reached out to pull me down to kiss them, the joy radiating from their smile made me feel so good.

We untangled, I sat down and they curled up in my lap. I stroked their hair.

“Can I suck you dick?” H asked, lustfully staring at my purple protuberance.

“Of course you can.”

I smiled. They ripped the condom off it and buried my cock deep into their throat.

Fuck, that was hot. I stroked their hair, cooed and groaned about how fucking hot it was.

H reached between my thighs and fingered my aching, sore cunt. Fuck it hurt but oh, it hurt so good. I was quite surprised by how eager my cunt squeezed around their fingers considering I’d been begging them to stop not long before.

When they were content, they lay with their head in my lap again. A happy lil smile on their lips.

“Good boy.” I stroked their hair. Bliss softened their lips and they closed their eyes, they looked so content. I wonder if I look like that when they call me a good girl?

We lay like that for a while. H took a photo of me and my cock. Then a photo of us both, just for us, no public consumption.

I was content.

I loved fucking my H.

I love my fucking H, in fact.

How fucking gay is that, huh?