Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... I’ll… I wasn’t lying.’ ‘Show me then.’ ‘You mean…?’ ‘Yes, of course. Unless you carry a picture of your wiener in your wallet?’ In a way the whole situation is absolutely in line with my wildest fantasies. To be badgered into sex by a rude dominant woman has always been a huge turn on with me, as far as fantasies go. Yet somehow, now that the real thing is unfolding, I can’t seem to get it up. I pull my dick from my fly and start rubbing it gently, but nothing happens. ‘What’s the matter? I’m not your dream girl after all? Or is this as big as it gets?’ ‘No, no, it’s just… I need...’ ‘What? A stimulus? Do you want to see my cunt?’ I would never have asked, but now that she brings it up I don’t find it in me to say no. I look up at her and nod shyly. ‘What the hell. Just so you see I’m being fair with you. Drop to your knees.’ I get up and kneel down before her. The wet patch has grown in size. She brings both her hands down to her crotch and pushes the flesh of her thighs apart, freeing the bulge of her cunt from its confinement. Bringing her hands back together, she pushes out her cunt between the outstretched index fingers. A pair of fat cuntlips is clearly outlined in the drenched crotch pad of her tights right in front of me. ‘OK. Here it is. What do you think?’ She pushes her hips forward until the soaked fabric almost touches my lips. I breathe in the sweet cunt aroma. I’m not sure if I’m expected to do or say something. Before I have time to make a decision, she hooks ...

... her thumbs behind the elastic band of her tights and starts to slowly pull them down. The first thing I notice is that she is not wearing underwear. As the elastic band crawls slowly south, a thick bush of curly black hair pops out from beneath it, tickling my nose and lips. The smell becomes stronger now. Below the bush, a patch of coarse shaven skin appears, then the thick fold of her shaven cunt. The outer lips are puffy and swollen. She looks a bit like a plucked chicken down there, right down to the fragile whiteness of the skin, which seems almost transparent. When the padded crotch of her tights peels off her cunt, a pair of thick brown inner cuntlips sag down in its wake, seemingly pulled by several strings of a slimy transparent substance that stretch between the cloth and the crease of her cunt. The slimy strings snap when the tights are pulled further down, swinging back and forth before they thin out and drip down. A particularly thick string swings so hard it lands across my lips, from where it slowly slides down over my chin until it drops to the floor. ‘Sniff it. Tell me how nice it smells.’ Her hands are back circling her cunt and puffing it out into my face. She does this by joining her hands by the index fingers and thumbs, catching the base of her cunt between them. Pressing inward makes the inner cuntlips pout, like a thick-lipped mouth preparing to kiss. ‘I don’t hear you sniffing.’ I sniff noisily, drawing in her thick aroma through my nostrils until I ...