Visiting Him for the First Time: A Disobedient Fuck-Doll owns his Dick

My excitement hiked up with the plane landing. The touchdown and deceleration doing their usual thing to my heart. You gripped my hand, and we grinned at each other.

And there he was, waiting for us at the arrivals gate for the first time since we’ve started fucking together. Jeans clad despite the heat, he looked absolutely delectable, his eyes staring at us. Larger than life. The thought catching in my mind.

You waved a hand at him, your pace picking up, and with a grin he returned your greeting.

I let you take the lead, not changing my pace, slipping a little behind you. And when his eyes found mine, it felt like a spotlight shining full on me, straight through to the core of me. I held his gaze a long moment, then slipped further behind you.

My hand captured in your fist, you pulled me inexorably along in your wake, threw a bright look and a smile at me over your shoulder. I felt drawn like a moth into the light of your combined attention.

You let my hand go, embraced him and exchanged greetings. His eyes found mine again and he grinned at me.

“Hello, little bird,” he said.

You stepped to the side, both of you looking down at me, and I blushed with memories, my body reacting, my heart still beating far too fast.

I dropped my head against your combined gaze, looked up at you both through my lashes, and your lips formed a knowing smile. My eyes caught the movement of your hand, and I watched it brushing over the front of your jeans. I had an insane urge to get down on my knees there and then, I wanted to feel your cock through your jeans, I wanted to taste you.

He stepped into my space, pulled me tight against him, and I closed my eyes, just feeling, and uhh, that building heat in my body. He wound his hand into my hair, pulled it hard, hurting me, causing my head to tilt up to him. And then, he planted the lightest of kisses on my forehead, countering the strength with which he held me, the pain of his hand in my hair. Mmh, this unexpected boldness in him, my heat rising, I felt myself relax against him.

In the car on the way back to his flat, I sat on the back seat, listening to you talking. You reached a hand back, squeezed my knee. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror. And the look that he gave me; it lasted just a second and there was no smile in it, just that intensity I know so well now. Pure promises of smouldering fire, and ahh, my clit greeting me.

A different Dynamic

This trip is our first time visiting him, and we’re staying for a week. He’s been to us many times, and we met at a mutual friend’s place one time, a meeting full of flirtatious undertones, before we officially got it together. Though that’s not how we met, we’ve known each other for years. I’ll tell you some time.

His flat is gorgeously light, tall ceilings reminding me of Hansestadt old town houses, numerous long windows letting such light in. It’s spacious, neat and his style is typically Scandinavian, minimal.

I’m perched on a bench at the kitchen table, a glass of water in front of me, feeling nervous, excited. You’re talking about what you’re going to cook later, checking what he has available.

I watch you both poking through his pots and pans. You grin at me and start ribbing him about his limited supply of kitchen equipment. His eyes follow yours, singe me, and he moves to stand behind me, ribbing you back, giving you as good as he gets.

The banter between you fills me with peace. His proximity floods my senses and I close my eyes.

Breath-Play: A promise of things to come?

His warmth at my back, and how he’s standing there throws a subtle muteness to the noises I hear. The clean familiarity of that plethora of scents that are him, his clothes, his choice of cologne, the soap he uses and then underneath, that scent that belongs entirely to him. Mmmh.

I have the strongest desire to touch him, to feel his legs through the material; and my hands move down, fingers wanting, needing to touch him through the clean denim. They find his legs and I lean my back against his thighs, my hands stroking around to the backs of his calves.

He strokes my hair back from my forehead, his hand pulling my head back against him, and I can feel his dick growing.

There’s a silence in the room, you’ve stopped your banter. I open my eyes, look at you. You’re staring at us, just watching.

He pulls my head tighter to him, his other hand finding my throat, circling it, applying pressure, surprising me again with his boldness.

I suck in my lower lip, bite it, still watching you. You’re very still, watching his hand at my throat. You look to my mouth and I let my lip slip free, and yeah, I know exactly how this is catapulting you up. The pressure of his hand on my throat increases and I stretch my head back, feeling his hardness.

Letting go of his legs, I take the hand at my throat in both of mine, and I guide his pressure so it becomes difficult to breathe. Your eyes find mine, and you give me that gorgeous hungry look; again I watch your hand stroking over the front of your jeans.

I let my hands fall from his, wrap them around his calves again. His hands release me and I suck in my breath, leaning against him, completely relaxed for the first time today. His hands are lightly draped over my chest clasped in front of me, I shift against him, feeling his full hardness through his jeans. And I give you one of your lazy smiles, watch your eyes widen, then narrow at me.

“Come.” You break the tableau.

He steps back away from me, I rise from the bench. You hold your hand out to me, and I take it.

Threesome Fuckery

His bed is gratifyingly large. He doesn’t waste any time, we watch him strip off. He lays back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head. His eyes stare their desire at me, his dick hard, my eyes catching on it. I swallow a sudden excess of saliva. You turn that grin on me again. Letting my hand go, you pull my top up over my head and off me.

“Go on,” you say.

Focusing on his dick, I crawl onto the bed and over to him, wanting to taste him, all of my focus right there. I can already feel the shape of his head in my mouth.

“Stop,” he says.

I freeze next to his hips, sit up on my knees and look at him, he holds my gaze a moment, then sits up, and undoes my bra, pulls it off me in a flash. He lies down again, and I know what he wants. I move closer to his head, put my arms either side of him and on all fours, I lean down, so my tits are tickling his face.

Again, he wastes no time, gets to work on them. His teasing becomes the centre of my world. My senses are as greedy as his mouth. Watching him, I listen to his slurping and I move my upper body deliberately away, so the nipple he is suckling, stretches and pops from his mouth. His hands fly up, one on my back, pulling me hard down on him, the other grips a tit, and guides it to his mouth. Uhh, my whole body responds to his man-handling of me.

You climb onto the bed behind me and flip my skirt up. You pull my knickers to the side and you slide a finger inside me, out again, and you glide it over my hardened clit. You kiss me, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the bottom of my back and I shiver, my nipples hardening further.

Your cock pressing against my cunt now, you push your way in through my gathered wetness, and you fuck into me, slowly, and deeply.

He’s sucking hard on my nipple, his tongue lapping at it, he has my other nipple squeezed between finger and thumb, at a point somewhere between pleasure and pain, and he’s rolling it, pressing and rubbing it. I’m in an ecstasy of horny heat.

Be our Fuck-Doll

You pull out of me, and he looks at you, lets me go, gets out from under me. I kneel up again.

We’re all kneeling on the bed, staring at each other and I’m trying hard to suppress a grin.

You look at him, flick your eyes my way. He lunges for me and I try to back away, get caught up in my skirt and topple half against you. You grab my wrists and hold them next to my shoulders, my back against your hard cock, my legs trapped under me, wrapped in my skirt.

He has the audacity to tickle me, this is new and completely unexpected. I’m squirming and giggling, and there’s no getting away. Then he slaps the side of my ass a few decent stinging blows, and I become completely still.

“Be our doll,” he says.

And of course, I thrill.

Unwrapping my skirt, he pulls my legs out from under me. He tugs my knickers down and off, I feel the wetness where the crotch of them touches me.

With you still holding my wrists at my shoulders, he leans over me and takes his pleasure. He sucks again at my nipples, taking his time until I moan. Uhh, I’m so desperately empty.

But he doesn’t fill me. Instead, he puts his head between my thighs and I feel his beard brushing over the sensitive skin of my cunt. He sucks my clit into his mouth, licks at it. I’m close, breath coming fast. Mmh.

And then he stops.

In which I take control and own his dick

He looks at you, and you let my wrists go. You extract yourself from under me. And like a good little doll, I do nothing to help you. I’m grinning again.

You sit back, giving him some space, and you fist your dick, wanking as you watch him doing what he wants to me. And that’s so fucking hot.

He licks my tits, then kneels over my chest. He goes onto all fours, pushing his legs back, and he forces his dick into my dollish fuck-hole of a mouth. I look up at him, doll-mode, eyes wide.

But it’s too tempting, I can’t just be his doll this time.

Though I know I’ll be punished later, I take control away from him. And he lets me.

I lick him, tease his cock, circle his head with my tongue. And I’m so pleased to have his dick in my mouth again, I work my full on blow-job witchery on him, and I just know he’s looking down at what I’m doing to him. I push him hard, until he can’t take it anymore and his breath comes fast.

“Uuhh.”

I’d normally back off here and edge him for a while, but that can wait. We have all week, and right now I just want to experience him lose it, I want to feel his cock erupting in my mouth, I want to taste his jizz.

With you wanking your way to your own climax beside me, I use my very best skills to mouth fuck him to orgasm. Grunting, he freezes, hips thrust forward, I grip his arse and pull him in, slide my mouth to the base of him, and he carelessly fucks my mouth with his release, his dick pulsing, his gorgeous cum spurting hard and deeply into the back of my mouth, and I struggle to manage, gagging and swallowing, and loving every precious drop.