Party Girl

It was unusually early for him to wake on a Saturday morning. His girl lay beside him, her pantie covered ass brushing lightly against his groin. He would take from her this morning.

By the sound of her breathing he could tell that she was in that in between deep sleep and wakefulness state. He slowly stroked her ass as he whispered to her that she would be his slut to use, that his use of her mouth and pussy and nipples would soon be all she cared about.

His hands moved up and he held her breasts and rolled her nipples and they became hard in his hands. She was more awake than she had let on and her mind was in a state of openness to him and he filled her mind with erotic thoughts and memories of her slutty, wantonness.

As he spoke his finger moved along the leg opening of her panties, oh so slowly from her hip downward, caressing the curve of her ass as he did so, and then back up again. Over and over he drew his finger along her round ass as he talked her more deeply into a trance. As he teased her with his words he began to roll the elastic waistband of her panties down her ass and then back up, down and then back up, down and up.... not removing them and not fully exposing her. Her breath caught in her throat as he rolled the panties completely down to the top of her thighs and his fingers pushed into the wet, soft folds of her pussy to find the spot that always caused her back to arch and as he touched she gasped so very quietly. It was nearly imperceptible, that moan, but in the quiet house he heard her arousal.

He removed his hand from her wet cunt and waited. He sensed the struggle going on in her mind.... the struggle between wanting to be used, to be free to be the slut she is and the struggle to be the strong woman she perceives herself to be who can take care of herself. She begins to whimper. She pushes her ass towards him.

“If you need my cock, slut, remove those panties and spread your legs for me. Present your ass and cunt to me like a slut to be fucked.”

He knew she was now his. She’d let her guard down and was his ass fuck sub slut. She was so creamy and hot. His cock was hard now and he spread her wetness on the tip of his cock as he knelt behind her and rubbed himself up and down her wet slit. Teasing, not entering, just teasing. She begins to rock. She needs the penetration but doesn’t want the teasing to end. Feeling so submissive, she realizes that this is freedom she needs.... freedom to be the slut she is, to live completely as his.

She feels his cock spreading her lips. She craves him, craves his possession of her and craves his cock. With a whimper she pushes herself onto his cock and her whimpers turn to moans. His slut meets his thrusts and they move together, her creamy pussy and his engorged cock working towards the common goal of release. His fingers trace down her belly from her hard nipples and find her clit and he strokes her and he thrusts. Just as she is nearly cumming he stops and pulls out.

..... more to come....