Who's Got the Remote? - Sex Stories

Who's Got the Remote?

It's early Friday morning, the sun isn't up but my man is stirring in the bed next to me. I'm on my side and I feel him slide in closer, his arms around me and his cock pressing into my ass. More often than not I sleep in the nude but last night I wore a pair of cheeky black panties.

I start slowly grinding into him while he pulls at my nipple. First just a gentle tug. This turns into him rolling it between his fingers while he nuzzles at my neck. He's getting hard against me and he moves his hand to grip himself. I lay there with my eyes closed for a while, enjoying the warmth of his body and the soft sound of his moans as he strokes his cock.

He rolls me off my hip and onto my stomach, rising to his knees. Spreading my legs ever so slightly, he massages my ass and reaches under the fabric, pulling my cheeks apart, running his index and middle finger up and down my crack. I try to raise my hips so he can get to my pussy but he holds me down with his right hand while continuing to work me with his left. It's driving me wild and I adjust my hand to see if I can reach him.

He grabs both of my wrists, pinning them behind my back, pushing me hard into the mattress. Using his knee, he moves my legs apart. I can feel his rock hard cock swaying and grazing me while he shimmies up my body. The fabric between my legs is soaked and clinging to my lips.

Still holding my wrists with his right hand, he pulls my panties to the side and uses his fingertips to hover just over my ...

... holes. Enough to make me groan out of frustration into the bed. He knows how badly I need something inside of me and the control he has is so fucking hot.

"Please, Daddy, please fuck me" I say into the mattress. I can hear the rub of his hand against his cock and love the feel of him tapping it against my ass. He's so hard and is making me jiggle. He's still holding my wrists, so he pauses his stroking and makes sure my panties are out of the way. Pushing the head of his cock against me, he angles my hips up, slaps my ass cheeks. And then he shifts and moves off the bed.

Oh. My. God. This cannot be for real.

He tells me to stay laying just as I am and takes my right hand and moves it under me. "Lay there and touch yourself lightly until I tell you to stop" he orders. I feel a sassy reply bubbling up inside of me but in the best interest of getting my fucked, I keep it to myself.

Fast forward to the next day...

Before I even opened my eyes on the first morning of my girls getaway, I felt that tingle between my legs. Below the covers, I pull my pj shorts down, spread my lips and snap a pic. The flash picks up the glisten of how wet my pussy is. I send it off to my man and get up to make a coffee.

Everyone slowly wakes and all the girls look so pretty with their sleepy faces and messy hair. Coffees are made, fruit is sliced, bagels are toasted. Today is a full day and some of us take longer than others to get moving, so we need to be on it. Girls zip in and out ...