This is another tale of one of my experiences with my old FWB, for context, she is now seeing someone and we left on good terms. But losing that access to readily available fucking has me reminiscing quite fondly on our experiences together.

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Communication is key to any strong relationship, whether it be romantic, platonic, or in my case sexual…

For context, during my time with my FWB, it was common for me to take charge, to be dominant and lead, while my FWB would listen diligently to my every word and follow instructions. She was the type to act a little bratty and a little rebellious, which I loved. Sure being in control is fun, and to have someone listen to every one of your commands is nice and all, but sometimes you just want someone else to do all the work for you.

A sentiment that was not lost on my FWB, as I would tell her, I would love to see her take control and have her lead for once. Something that she tried several times, but was always too embarrassed about to fully commit to. A cycle that would start with her taking control and keeping me on a (metaphorical) short leash, and then fizzle out as she lost steam and had me taking the reigns to lead our “endeavors”. Something that was fine by me, as every time we met and hooked up, there’s always a part of me that just needed that control, whether it be in the beginning, or end, I just needed that sexual dominance.

Me and my old FWB used to live real close to one another, a short 10 min walk away from each other. Which made it easy for impromptu booty calls and to usually set the mood as we would sext and get the other riled up for a bit before saying “feel free to come over now ;)” or something to that degree. Ensuring that when the other arrived, we were ready for business…

This encounter was no different.

Starting off with our usual sext and chat, I was eventually given the green light to head over to her place to begin our fun. As I walked over, pockets prepped with a few condoms, I contemplated what we would get up to today. Our talks had led us to my occasional request of wanting to see her take the lead.

Arriving to her place, we wasted little time, exchanging hellos. We quickly walked into her room, to avoid the prying eyes of her roommates and to get things started. Stepping in, she already had a playlist going. Which to me was a good sign she was just as horny as I was. Wasting no time, the minute the door closed, we wrapped oursleves around the other. Standing in the middle of her room, we gropped and caressed the other as our tongues explored the others mouth in a deep and passionate make out session that lasted for a few minutes.

Minutes I would have been happy see turn into hours, but she clearly had other plans. Pushing me down onto the bed, I laid on my back as she straddled me and begin to kiss me up and down the neck… Planting kisses from my collarbone, all the way up my neck till she reached my ears. Taking the time to tease me and nibble on my earlobe and kiss around that area. Something that greatly turned me on, and she knew it. Her aim was to turn me on and have me do little about it.

Having my earlobe nibbled on, I instinctively reached for her ass, to get a feel of and show my appreciation with a few loving squeezes. But instead I was met with a swift grab of the wrist, and being pulled away from her beautifully round and plump ass. My hands being guided to her bed post, a metal frame made up of thin pipes and lines that formed a fancy design. She instructed me I hold on and hold onto nothing else… my curiosity was peaked, as I followed her commands and held onto the rails of her bedpost with both hands.

At seeing my compliance, she slowly and methodically returned to her assault of my body and my erogenous zones. Testing her control over me and my current level of willpower, she continued kissing my neck, but as she would return up to kiss and nibble on my earlobes. Would tease me by getting oh so close, close enough for me to feel her warm breath on my skin, and for her to whisper sweet nothings into my ear… and then pull away. Riling me up by doing this several times, she would either tease and get so close to nibbling my ear, that I would groan in displeasure, in needing to feel her touch. It quickly became apparent that her game was to withhold all physical and sexual contact until I was desperate.

A plan, that perfectly matched and opposed my plans when I led. Whereas she found satisfaction from hearing me moan for more, and to withhold nearly all physical contact, I always led by exploring every inch of her body. To feel, twist and grope every part of her body. To show how much I appreciated and loved every nook and cranny of her…

A sentiment that was not lost on me, as she soon resorted to not just teasing me with no bites, but began to start a slow and painful use of breath play. Holding my hands in place with her own, she straddled on my crotch, deliberately taking very slow and minimal movements as to torture me further. She would lean down and with my hands “bound” was unable to stop her as she would lean in close to my neck, to the small crook that connected the neck and collarbone, and slowly and deliberately exhale deep warm breaths into it. Taking this slow and intimate moment to grind her hips ever so slightly, to have me wanting more. Wanting to feel more. Then she would graze my neck and body with the faintest touch of her lips.

She would continue her slow assault, alternating between slow and shallow breaths, a small and subtle nudge of her mound atop my crotch, to leaving small and light kisses along my body. It all began to drive me insane, but I would be damned if I let her know that.

Eventually, to broaden her horizons and areas of attack, she freed me from my “shackles” to have us throw our tops off. An opportunity I capitalized on, as I threw my shirt off in record speed and began to hungrily take more from her.

Smashing my lips into hers, I hungrily stole more kisses, and aggressively began to palm her breasts through her bra. With our lips locked in tongue on tongue combat, I moaned my pleasure and relief into her mouth as I was finally able to feel all I wanted to, to experience and let loose my desires. She slowly pulled her top over her head, much to my dismay as it meant we had to break away for a few moments, and allowed me a few more painful moments of fun before she took charge again.

However, wanting to show her my bratty side, I refused her commands. Instead, pulling her into my lap, I began to grind harder and faster from underneath her, through our several layers of clothes. Pulling her into a deeper kiss, I grabbed her at the base of her head, gripping and interlocking my fingers through her hair, I pulled her in and showed my frustration as a I aggressively made out with her. Holding her head in place so we were forced to continue making out. Choosing to show more of my rebellious streak by biting down on her lower lip. Hearing her moans if satisfaction perpetuating this cycle as I kept at it, and would have if she hadn’t forced me back down.

Forcing me back down flat on the bed, she could tell she would lose control if she didn’t act. So she sat squarely atop me. Using her weight to make sure I wasn’t able to rise again. But my defiant streak continued, as I reached around to cup her ass and slowly grind against her again. She quickly swatted my hands away, and began her next plan.

Climbing off me, I was told not to move. And curious as to where this lead, I obeyed. For now. She wandered off towards her closet and reached for a small box. A box she brought over to her bedside and opened to reveal a small treasure trove of sex toys and of note, a pair of leather cuffs.

Slipping one on me, she tightened it and made sure to confirm whether I was still comfortable. Once my comfort and safety were assured, she looped the other cuff around her bedpost and slipped my other hand through. She had successfully locked my arms and thus me to her bed. Making me more susceptible to her plays with no means of fighting back.

At an all new level of horny, seeing that my entire pleasure was in her hands. I quickly fell into a very submissive role. Pleading for more stimulation, and moaning as she did, planting small delicate kisses up and down my torso… while her hands and nails slowly grazed every part of me…

Heading my requests, she did give me more. But at a price. Stripping off her pants, she was left in just her panties and bra, I was only able to admire her beauty from atop me for a few moments, as she began to plant more firm and delineate kisses from my neck, down my body.

Kissing lower, she eventually made her way to my waist, where she undid my pants and belt and slowly pulled them away, to reveal the hard and pulsating shape of my cock through my boxers. Continuing her journey. She kept kissing down my body… from my abs, made her way to my waist, and from the waist… slowly kissed around my crotch and erect cock. Deliberately choosing to kiss next to it, and made her way down to my thighs. As she did, would graze my cock with her fingers lightly dancing over my boxers before planting themselves on my thighs.

My cock reacting to every small touch, had me thrusting my hips out to her, just to get another small passing touch or feel of her on me.

Seeing my depravity and desire for more skin on skin action. She mounted me once more, and allowed me to desperately thrust and grind through our clothes. After seeing the fun I was having, forced me into a slow and deliberate tempo. One where she could set the pace and watch frenzy grow in my eyes. She used this newfound and crazed look to draw my attention to her breasts.

Still slowly grinding on my cock, she slowly unhooked her bra and in these passing moments, I saw how utterly lost she was in her own pleasure too. Biting her lip, she ground her pussy deep onto my cock. Enough to feel the intense heat and some of the dampness seeping from her pussy. Quickly regaining her composure, she threw her bra aside and began to torture me in new ways

Returning to a less forceful and more light and slow tempo’d grinding motion. She leaned in close and began to more passionately kiss me, allowing me some respite before the storm. I openly moaned into her mouth at the newfound touch and sensations. And after indulging me for a few minutes, pulled away and began teasing me with two great moons. She leaned farther up, so that her tits were at eye level, and I, still desperate for more than light teasing, greedily leaned forward to try and get a taste.

To fill my mouth with her breasts and to suck and bite down on her nipples, to show how crazy she had made me. All sense of reason left my mind as I lashed out like an animal looking for their next morsel.

Knowing how crazy she had made me, she leaned back, just out of reach from my lips and tongue. And just like that, all that angry and hungry energy came out in the only way I could think of. I begged. I begged her to please bring her tits in closer. To make her feel good and to please keep grinding on my cock. I had quite nearly lost myself and all sense and recollection of my dominant attitude vanished.

All that remained was a meek and sex-crazed man who was at the complete whim of their partner.

She eventually relented and gave me what she wanted, half out of liking what she heard, but the other half being due to her extreme arousal as well.

I greedily swallowed her breast in my mouth. And wasted no time in sucking hungrily on her nipples. Feeling them harden almost instantly in my mouth. I lost all sense of self and desperately ate her up. Unlike her slow and deliberate movements and touched, I took a more barbaric approach. Once in my mouth I swirled her nipple around on my tongue for all of one minute, sucking desperately as if to pull milk from it, but when that didn’t scratch the itch and desire growing within me. I bit down and clamped myself to her nipple. Hearing her yell out in ecstasy was all I needed to hear.

The initial shock and bite left us both crazy. I stayed attached at her nipple and even chewed on it more, sending every single one of her nerve endings into intense pleasure. We stayed in our respective places for ages, with the only difference being I wanted to taste both of her nipples. Despite my position, I demanded her other nipple to repeat the process.

I wanted to leave both of her nipples sore. I wanted her to feel how raw and sore her nipples were for days to come and to remember who did it. I wanted her to feel my presence on her days after seeing me. The thought of her, unable to wear a bra and tensing at the lightest breeze sent me into a new frenzy. A frenzy that only fueled my desire to chomp down and listen to the orchestra of moans let out. Me, in my head and ravishing what I had available, and her loosing herself to a sudden onslaught of stimulation.

Sensing the losing battle she was about to embark on, she pulled away. Ruining my fun, but intensifying my need to taste every inch of my body.

Wanting to remain in control for a bit longer. She opted to MonkeyPaw me, and give me everything I asked for… but at a price.

She lowered herself off from atop me and slinked down to my hips. Planting kisses all the way down she laid face to face with my painfully erect cock.

Finally acknowledging it and no longer playfully avoiding it. She gave it some light kisses. Over my boxers, she would firmly but slowly palm my manhood. Slowly stroking it above my boxers and cupping my balls. This newfound pleasure and sensation left me bucking wildly underneath her grasp.

Being fully granted all the pleasure I asked, it came at the cost of no longer being able to hear her moan.. or to feel her myself… or so I thought.

She continued to tease me through my boxers, and occasionally pulling my boxers down to reveal my cock, leaking with immense amounts of pre-cum. To give the head a small kiss. A tiny stroke and hold… and putting it away back into my boxers. She continued this for the next 5-10 mins, with me squirming under her. My head shaking and eyes shut from the pleasure and stimulation.

Eventually, I resorted to begging again, pleading with her to please, put my cock in her mouth. To take me whole and suck it. A request she was waiting for and hungrily swallowed me whole.

Lost to the beauties of her mouth wrapped around my cock, I relished in all the newfound sensation and more.

I had grown used to her blowjobs being very slow, intimate, but powerful. Her suction game would leave me a mess if I wasn’t careful normally.

But this time was different, on a rare few occasions she would give me what I called “The Pornstar treatment”. Wherein, she would slobber all over my cock and like a piston, facefuck herself over my cock. I usually only ever saw this when she was truly aroused and horny, so to see this side of her now, nearly set me off.

She alternated between “The Pornstar” and her regular slow and methodical blowjob, keeping me in a perpetual state of bluebells and horny limbo.

I would’ve let go and cum right then and there if it weren’t for the surprise sounds I began hearing.

Eyes closed shut, and squirming with immense pleasure, I began to hear her softly moan around my cock. Looking down, I saw that with one hand she hand placed firmly on my thigh as she sucked the life out of me, but with the other she had slinked into down her body and was playing with herself.

I didn’t think it were possible, but I grew even more erect, and she knew it. As feeling it inside her mouth, she glanced up at me. Cock still in mouth and smiled.

I pleaded with her to let me help her. To please her. To which, she ignored my requests and kept sucking away at my cock.

Stuck as her plaything, I was helpless to do anything but show my gratitude and pleasure through desperate moans

“Please… let me touch you…” “Let me help you, let me taste you…”

Are all the things I had said and more as I was locked in a trance of pleasure and arousal. As I was surrounded by the sounds of her slurping and sucking my cock and the quiet but prominent moans that emanated from her, as she fucked herself silly.

After minutes of excruciating pleasure, I warned her I was going to cum soon… and she pulled her head up, my cock slick with her spit and out in the open air, and asked me if I wanted to keep going.

I, without thought, forgetting I was mere seconds away from bursting, told her I’d do anything to please her…

Hand still down her panties and fingering herself, she removed it, and came up to face me. And as she leaned in to kiss me passionately and forcibly, released me restraints.

Stay tuned for Part 2 ;)