The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... hard, and I loved it filling my rectum.

He would grab a fistful of my hair and draw my head back as he pounded into me. I barked at him to shove his dick as deeply into me as possible. The moments as he climaxed were divine. I could feel him release his load into my bowels, and continue pounding me, as if to pack his spunk inside me. Then he would collapse onto my back. He smeared me with his sweat, and I felt bathed in erotic wetness. I often asked him to stay inside me after he had cum, and we would try to sleep still connected. He would eventually get soft, but the few moments we lay like that were magical.

By the time we started having vaginal sex, I had already gotten hooked on doing it anally, with him. So, that was how we would typically finish a night of lovemaking. Oral first, then vag, then finish in my ass. Sometimes, I wanted him to cum in my mouth, so I would tell him to pull out of my ass and feed me his cum. He was reluctant at first, since that was a little too kinky for him, but I loved it, and I knew he secretly did too. It is a very intimate act to suck the dick of your lover no matter where it has been.

Chapter six – play time

Our progression to more adventurous sex turned on a dime when I happen to see a website that he had visited on the store computer. It was an adult website featuring bondage gear, whips and restraints. When I saw the site, my cunt literally began to throb and get wet. When I saw that people could buy devices to be ...

... restrained and whipped, I had to learn more. This might be the kind of pain that I have always desired but never knew about. I used his company credit card and ordered some play toys for us.

I was very excited when the package arrived. Mr. Davis knew nothing of it, so I had to figure out the best way to introduce him to this new area of sexual pleasure. I had no interest in inflicting any pain on him, but I wanted him to give it to me. Big time. I was so excited about being tied up and whipped that I could hardly keep from spilling the beans on what I had in mind with Mr. Davis.

Since I began sharing his bed, the storage room that I cleaned out several months ago was unoccupied. So, I set up the bondage ropes on that bed so Mr. Davis could tie me down. I bought nipple clamps, pussy clamps, and a riding crop for him to use on me. When I touched those devices, I could imagine the energy that they would release from me when we were fully engaged in a bondage excursion. I even bought a ball gag, to suppress any screams I might let out that would scare Mr. Davis.

Mr. Davis and I did not need a reason to celebrate anything, since every day we celebrated finding each other. But we did reach a milestone with record sales of old books. He had become an expert at discussing vintage books and collectible editions with men and women, and so his sales significantly increased. That was enough of an excuse for me to tell Mr. Davis I had something special planned for the night. I was very ...