by Iona Nixon
I really want to suck your clit into my mouth and make you cum, but I want to keep you on the edge more. I want you to cum for him, I want you to cum on his dick, and I want you lost in ecstasy when he makes you cum. So I very lightly and very slowly lick around your pussy, mostly avoiding and only briefly licking or gently sucking your clit instead.
All the while I listen to your moans and your heavy breathing. When I take my mouth away from your pussy, your hips keep moving, and it's like you are trying to fuck the air in the room. I know, from seeing how your pussy is swollen and so amazingly wet, and the body language you're giving off that you want someone, just anyone, to put their dick in you and fuck your pussy like they are mad at it.
I get up and walk towards the head of the bed and look down at you, your eyes closed, your breathing labored, lost in the moment. He stops his assault on your breast and moves to lie on top of you, where he starts kissing your lips, face, neck and shoulders again.
I bend near you, and softly whisper into your ear, "Honey, for the next thirty minutes or so, your pussy is his."
With his hand between you, he has started moving his dick up and down your slit; the head rubbing you like his fingers were earlier. At your opening he pauses, and pushes slightly but doesn't penetrate, then back up your slit.
"He's going to fuck you, and make your pussy his property, and I'll be watching from the hall." Again, he pushes his dick down, and this time he pushes just the tip into you before moving it back up to your clit.
"When it is time for you to cum," I say, "you have to ask his permission, because if you cum without permission, he will stop fucking you and we'll start from the beginning again."
He moves it back down and is holding the head of his dick at the opening of your pussy now, half of the head of his dick is inside you as your hips are rocking almost on their own, trying to get more of him inside you.
"Ask him to fuck you honey," I say, "he's not going to until you tell him you want it."
You look up at him and moan, "Put it in me." I'm amazed at the tone of your voice, so soft and pleading.
"Not until you ask properly," he says, and then kisses you while moving his dick slightly in and back out. Only allow you to have the head of it, and no more.
"Please put it in?"
Again he pushes just the head into you, and pulls back out, and after another kiss says, "Not the right way to ask!"
Looking up at him with lips tight from frustration, and a frown on your face, you softly growl, "Fuck me -- Please, put it in me and Fuck Me."
Slowly he pushed the head in and stops, then another inch or two in and stops, only to back out an inch before pushing back in more. By the time he is in you fully, I wonder how loud you would be moaning if he wasn't holding your head in his hands while kissing you in a way that looks like he's running his tongue half way down your throat. I can't be sure, but it looks like you're sucking his tongue like it's a dick that you're making oral love to.
"I'll wait in the hall, so you two can be alone," I say while backing away towards the bed room door. I watch as he slowly pushes into you, only to withdraw again, and you rock your hips upwards to meet each of his thrust. The sound of his and your moans fill the room, in an almost unison chorus as I walk into the hall and close the door, leaving it ajar an inch or two.
After wishing for this to happen for all these years, (at least as far back as two years after we were married), and after all of the times I've told you how I really want it to happen. I fully intend to watch what I've only dreamed of.
I retrieve a chair from the other room and set in the hall, where I can comfortably watch and not disturb you. From my vantage point, essentially at the foot of the bed, but actually in the hall, I can watch as he enters and withdraws. I'm tempted to pull my dick out and masturbate, but I know if I so much as touch myself, I'd probably explode while watching the scene before me.
I watch as he increases the tempo, faster and faster he moves, while you move in unison with him. From time to time, he stops and pushes into you hard and doesn't move, his pelvic bone pushed hard against yours, while you keep rocking up against him as he lets you do all the work. Then he begins thrusting in and out of you again, a different tempo this time, sometimes a dozen or so really fast strokes that suddenly stop and go back to a much slower more comfortable pace.
Ten or fifteen minutes of this treatment appears to be all that you can take as evidenced by the way you stop with your pelvic pushing up hard against him. You pull against the restraints holding you in place as you shake all over and emit a very loud groan. All muscles relax for a couple of seconds, then you push up at him again, trying to get him deeper, four of five more determined upward thrust and another loud groan and more pulling against the restraints as you cum with his dick buried deep inside you.
You're lying almost motionless as I enter the room, except for your chest rising and falling from very heavy breathing. As he is getting up to stand by the bed I ask, "Did she ask permission to cum?"
"No, she didn't, and she was warned, I heard you tell her myself."
As I lay between your legs I look up at you and say, "I told you that you had to ask for permission, and if you didn't, we'd start over again."
You jump and try to move away as I begin to flick your clit with my tongue. "I know you're real sensitive right now, but rules are rules," I say, just before I draw your clit into my mouth and gently lick and suck it.
"I forgot, and just who made up the," is all you're able to say before he takes your head in his hands and covers your mouth with his.
I release your clit from my mouth and lick around it a couple of times before sucking it back in. He is playing with your breast with one hand as he continues to cover your mouth with his kiss.
I push a finger, then two into you while sucking your clit, a little harder now that you're not as sensitive as you were when I started, and I begin pumping my fingers in and out. Your start moving your hips in a fucking motion and I move my head along with you so that I don't lose contact with your clit.
He stops kissing your lips, and kisses his way down your neck to your breast and sucks one nipple into his mouth while rubbing the other between his thumb and forefinger.
Again, I want to lick and suck your pussy and make you cum, but I also want to finish what we've started, I want him to cum deep inside you. You've started trying to fuck my face, even when I move my mouth away you move your hips and trying to get my mouth back in contact with your pussy.
After one final lick, and a couple of kisses to your pussy I look up and say, "I think she's ready for your dick to be in her again." And I stand up and move away from the bed as he moves back into position above you.
This time I move the chair from the hall to the foot of the bed and have a seat where I have a much better view. I watch as he takes his dick in his hand and lines up with your pussy, then in one forward motion, he is buried all the way in. He quickly gets back into a rhythm like the one earlier when he was fucking you. From my vantage point, I watching as he moves his dick in and out of you, steadily picking up speed and force. Again you're fucking him back with abandon, raising your ass almost off the bed to meet each of his thrust into you.
Too soon it seems, he starts to slow his pace, but his strokes into you are longer and more determined. He pulls out slowly and then slams back into you hard as he nears orgasm, he won't last much longer.
I wish that the show could go on longer because I've enjoyed it so much, but I'm also relieved that it is nearing an end and it will soon be my turn. A few more determined thrust into your pussy and he pushes all the way in and with a loud groan, he empties his cum deep inside your pussy, as you're pushing your pelvic up to get him in you as deep as possible.
He lies atop you trying to catch his breath, his dick still buried deep inside you while you leave little kisses all over his face, and between kisses I can hear you say to him, thank you, thank you, thank you. He moves his softening dick out of your p
ussy and back in a few times as he says, "You're very welcome Ma'am," and he leaves a couple of small kisses on your cheek and a very sensual kiss on your lips before he gets up and out of bed.
Now it's my turn and I'm shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, not from being cold, but because of all that I have heard and watched over the past couple of hours. I'm shaking with a nervous energy that would be experienced by a young man who is about to make love to his girlfriend for the first time, and I feel like that is just what I'm about to do.
I quickly remove my clothes and drop them on the floor as I stand at the foot of the bed. The sight before me is intoxicating, the glow on your face that he has left you with, the passion marks on your breast where he had been sucking so hard near your nipples, his cum slowly running out of your pussy, and you still tied to the bed spread eagle and ready to be taken by me.
As I climb onto the bed and hover above you, you look into my eyes and ask, "What are you about to do to helpless little ol me now, all tied up like I am?" As I'm rubbing my dick up and down your slit.
"I'm going to get some of that used pussy," I say with a grin.
"But you said this pussy is his now and he was going to make it his property, and from where I was laying, I think he pretty well did just that." With a big smile you continue, "I'm not sure you should fuck me, sense it's his pussy now."
"I don't think you understood honey." I say while sliding into you. "It's still my pussy, always has been, always will be, I was just loaning it to him for a little while." I'm amazed at how warm and silky you feel on my dick, your pussy filled with his and your fluids is better than I had dreamed it would be, I won't last much longer.
As he goes around the bed undoing the restraints he makes the comment, "Well, I'd really like to borrow her again, maybe next weekend?" "I've been planning a date with her, and I'll treat her real good."
I pretend to think about it for a second and say, "I will be out of town next weekend, so why not?" "Just see that she's well fucked while I'm gone."
With the last of the restraints untied from the bed frame, you wrap your arms around me and hold me tight as we make passionate love. I feel closer to you and more in love with you than ever.
You look over at him setting in the chair watching us and say. "You won't have to tie me up next weekend to fuck me. That is unless you just want to have a sex toy tied to the bed to use all weekend."
And that is when I can hold back no longer. The sights and sounds of the past few hours, and me being deep inside you after your lover has had you, knowing that next weekend you and he will be doing this and more, along with the words you just said, causes my orgasm to wash over me, and I add my load to his deep inside you.
I roll off you totally spent, my mind racing with the memories of the day playing in my head. You get out of bed and say to our new friend, "it's too bad you have to leave so soon, otherwise we could spend the entire night with you borrowing my pussy. "
As you and he head towards the bed room door, with you beside him and his hand on your ass he says. "Next weekend I'll borrow your pussy and those lovely tits a whole lot more. We'll decide then if you need to be tied up or not."
As you're walking him down the hall towards the front door, I hear you tell him. "If I'd have how much fun this was going to be, you and I would have been having sex a long time ago."
I lie on the bed exhausted, I can hear you telling him good bye at the front door. I hear a few of the words being said, and I know there are kisses being exchanged.
I throw the covers back on your side of the bed as you enter the room to lie next to me, and then cover you as we spoon. I whisper in your ear, "That was the best thing that ever happened to us, and I feel so much more in love with, and closer to you than ever."
As I begin to drift off to sleep, I think to myself. I must be the luckiest man in the world.
The End.
Embracing The Hate?
At San Diego, California's Valley View Casino Center, after seeing Zack Ryder being put into an ambulance following the February 13, 2012 broadcast of RAW Supershow, John Cena is in his locker room, sitting on a metal chair, shaking his head, "God damn it... could this night get any fucking worse..." Cena grumbles as he reflects on what occurred over the past few hours, from Kane once again trying to harm Eve, to her kissing him and Zack Ryder witnesses it, to Zack blaming Cena for everything that has happened to him and to Kane sending Zack and his wheel chair flying off of the entrance stage to the concrete floor. Cena reaches for his iPhone and glances at it, raising an eyebrow when he sees a twitter posting by Eve that reads 'I'm only human'. "What the hell is that supposed to mean..." Cena says and as he's about to send Eve a tweet, there is a knock on the locker room door. "I'm not in the mood... best to go away..." Cena says loudly before the locker room door is opened and Eve Torres walks in.
Eve, dressed in a pair of nicely tight fitting black pants and a dark blue top, closes the door behind her and softly clears her throat to get John Cena's attention when he does not look up.
Cena looks up at Eve, "Oh...it's you... I was just about to tweet you about something..." Cena starts to say
Eve nods her head for a moment and takes a breath before she raises her left hand and slide her hand through her brunette hair. "Zack regained consciousness when they were loading him into the ambulance..." Eve uncomfortably says.
"That's good to know, Zack has been having a tough go of it lately..." Cena replies.
Eve nods her head in agreement. "Yeah..." Eve pauses and looks down, shifting her feet slightly. "You know what he said when I tried to get on the ambulance with him?"
"Well I'm not telepathic... what did he say?" Cena asks as he stands up.
"He told the paramedics not to let me on the ambulance with him..." Eve pauses and lifts her eyes to look at John Cena. "Then again you wouldn't have known since you didn't help him onto the ambulance..."
"I helped him onto the stretcher, but I knew Zack wouldn't want me around if he woke up," Cena answers
Eve presses her lips together and closes her eyes, shaking her head for a moment. "You know...this...is all your fault, John...every thing that happened with Zack...with you keep drawing Zack in to attacked by Kane...."
Cena raises an eyebrow, "Are you serious?" Cena asks, "I've told Zack to stay home and recover..."
Eve crosses her arms against her chest and shakes her head. "But you had to just make sure that Kane set his sights on someone else like Zack...and like stalking me...so that he would leave you alone, John..."
"What are you talking about? I've been trying to get Kane to come after me, it's not my fault that I can't predict how he thinks and what he's going to do..." Cena says.
"Just admit to it John....that all this has been your fault!" Eve slightly yells.
"Problem is Eve... none of this is my fault... not what happened to Zack... not Kane going after to you.... none of it..." Cena replies.
Eve shakes her head. "And you just had to make everything worse for Zack, didn't you John?"
"Hey I did nothing of the kind, Zack came here to RAW tonight to see you..." Cena says.
"Yeah...and to what? To see you kissing me, John!? I thought you were Zack's friend!"
"Who... the... FUCK... are you kidding?!" Cena snaps at Eve, "You... kissed me, got it, in clear view of the cameras and Zack.."
Eve bites down on her bottom lip and carefully takes a step away from John Cena. "No...John...you....you kissed me! You had your hands on me!" Eve fires back.
"You're unbelievable, your hands were all over me, my hands were on you only because I lifted you out of the ambulance!" Cena snaps at Eve, "And since you want to blame me for everything, what the fuck is that "I'm Only Human' tweet about him? That gives you the right to be cock tease to Zack and gives you reason to try and put what you did on me?!"
Eve pauses for a moment and narrows her eyes as she glares at John Cena. "JOHN! It's all your fault! Everything! It's your fault!" Eve yells and closes her ey
es as she starts to tear up. "Maybe I did kiss you first...maybe I did. Ok!? Is that good enough for you now, are you happy, John!?" Eve pauses and raises her left hand up and points at Cena. "But you didn't stop the kiss..." Eve says before she firmly looks at Cena and takes a breath. "I think I should go..."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Cena snaps before he grabs Eve and shoves her up against one of the lockers. "You think I don't see what you're trying to fucking pull?"
Eve's eyes widen in fear and she lightly trembles as John Cena holds her against the locker. "John...I...I'm not doing anything!" Eve yells.
"Yeah right... you're being a fucking cock tease Eve... Zack wants you more than anything and you 'magically' appear nearby when I'm about to be interviewed so that Kane can grab you and put you in the ambulance, and I just HAPPEN to get you out of the ambulance before Kane drives off... you know what I fucking think Eve?!" Cena shouts
Eve turns her head away from John Cena before she places her hands onto his t-shirt covered chest to try and push him away, but he does not budge. "John...please...just let me leave..."
"I think you're trying to push my buttons just like Kane..." Cena says in a dangerously low tone of voice, "And if I find out that you and that fucking freak are in this together... then what happened to Zack... will look like a fucking walk in the park!" Cena shouts
Eve narrows her eyes and glares at John Cena. "I can't believe you....I can't believe you'd think that!" Eve says with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Let me leave..." Eve says as she keeps her hands onto his t-shirt covered chest, trying to push away, as he keeps her against the locker. "John! Let me leave!" Eve yells
"You can stop those fucking tears cause right now I think I'm right about you... just remember what I said... not get the fuck out of my face" Cena says before he lets go of Eve and steps back, turning away from her, Cena lifts up and removes his t-shirt which he tosses it aside.