1. Dinner Distraction


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Male Domination, Male/Female, Spanking, Written by women, Author: BananaAnn, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    went. With each button, my lips hovered over his warm skin and slowly worked my way down to the next button. Once I was on my knees in front of him, I glanced up at him, spreading his shirt open and asking him, “What do you want from me? I’ll do anything you want.” He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it all out into his hand so he could comb his fingers through it. I waited on the floor in front of him until he asked, “You’ll do anything I want?” I nodded. He commanded, “Unzip my pants and let’s start with some head.” I nodded again and met his blue eyes while I undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I stuck my tongue out, ready to guide his dick into my mouth. He wasn’t quite hard, but I felt him stiffen in my hand as I sucked in his tip. He made a small sigh as I moved my head forward and back again, starting off slow. He bundled my hair into his hands and suddenly pulled. There was a slight, tense pain at the back of my head that caught me off guard. I stopped my movements and glanced up at him. He smacked my cheek with the fingers of his left hand and said, “You said anything I want. I want to be in physical control tonight.” He softened his voice and asked, “Will you be okay with that?” He was so large. He could take physical control over me whenever he felt like it. I thought for a moment about the quick jerk of pain as he pulled my hair, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of letting him play with my body. I trusted him. “Yes. ...
    I’m okay with whatever you want from me.” He smacked my other cheek and used my hair to pull my mouth back to his cock. The smarting sensation across my skin unsettled my instincts and I wanted to pull away but he forced my head closer to him. This is what he meant by overtaking me. I wanted to give him pleasure and this way, I felt like I was doing just that. The smack across my cheek started to feel less like a punishment and more like part of sex as the idea of him being in control aroused me. Again, I held my tongue out to guide the bottom of his dick into the slippery wet of my mouth. I felt his hand at the back of my head, guiding me back and forth at his own pace until he twisted my hair in his hands and pulled while he thrust in and out of my mouth. I held my mouth open for him while the pinpricks of tension on my head held me in place and he smacked my cheek again. While the pain in my cheek faded, I focused more on the smooth skin of his hard dick sliding between my lips. He pulled out and slapped my face with his cock, first one cheek, then over my mouth, and then he slid back through my lips. He pulled out again and stepped back, asking me to take my clothes off. I pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra, leaving it on the floor. He stared at my bare breasts as I discarded my pants and pulled down my panties. Once I was naked, he pulled me over to the bed. On my back, he knelt over me and bent over a breast, teasing over a nipple. The sensual attention ...