An adult stories – Buckle Up by Maxine804,Maxine804 So much to do, so little time. I glance at the digital clock on the front of the microwave – 9:20 pm. He’ll be here in 10 minutes. My eyes wander to the kitchen counter where he bent me over the last time he was here, and I feel a jolt in my stomach. My insides flutter.
Focus.
I light a candle to centre myself, a soft, lavender scent rising. I close my eyes and breathe it in. Breathe it out.
5 minutes to do my makeup and get dressed.
I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, leaning against the hard, marble counter in a barely-there black lace bra that hides nothing and frames everything, a pair of booty sweatpant shorts rolled below my stomach, my black thong sitting gently on my hips, peaking out from above the hem. I finish drawing the liner above my eyes and work the mascara onto my lashes in a gentle flutter, my lips slightly parted, wondering what my eyes must look like to him when I glance up at him from down on my knees…
Focus, Ava. Plenty of time for that later. 2 minutes.
I run into the bedroom, quickly fix the bed, and pull the duvet cover over the restraints. Can’t make it that easy on him. I throw on a deep cut black satin dress, a pair of fuck-me heels, and move my hair to sit over my shoulders, just as my phone rings.
He’s here. Finally.
I press 6* and open the building doors for him while I grab my keys, and hasten to the elevator. Floor 7…6… 5… Could it go any slower?
Main floor. The door opens and he’s standing there, smiling back at me. I forgot how small I feel next to him.
He gets in the elevator and we exchange quick hugs and niceties as if we hadn’t been texting all day. I find myself blushing and having a hard time meeting his gaze. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” he says.
The elevator doors close and before I know it, I’m against the wall, his one hand cupping my face up to his and his lips are hot and crushed against mine, the fingers of his other hand trickling up my thigh and pushing up the corner of my dress and I’m already getting lost in him, my hands reaching for his neck, his hair, pulling him closer, feeling his knee between my thighs as I start to breathe against his mouth and his tongue slips in, and…
The door opens. I steady myself. We both chuckle. He gives my arm a light squeeze as I lead the way to my unit.
We enter my apartment and he takes off his shoes. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge door. “Should I grab us some wine? I think I’ve got some cheese to pair it with.”
His palm moves to the fridge door, slamming it shut as he stands behind me. His right hand sits on my waist, strong, with just enough grip. He pulls me back, my ass against his crotch. Fuck, he’s hard. “Hmmmm, maybe not just yet.”
I spin around to face him. “Oh?”
He bends down to kiss me again, and no sooner are my arms around his neck than his hands are on my thighs, right under my ass, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. His groin is pressing against me and I feel myself start to moisten as our tongues dance and he pushes closer and closer. I bite his lip and he moans. My hands wander under the hem of his shirt, feeling his skin under my palms as I push up the fabric. He pulls it over his head as I kiss his chest and trace lines down his stomach with my red nails. The warmth of his body radiates against my skin, and I feel him twitch under my fingertips as they trail lower.
“Take your dress off,” he whispers against my ears as he kisses my neck.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“Not yet.” I commit to making him work for it. He already knows how much I want him.
“I don’t think I heard you right, I thought you just said no.”
I look up at him and smile mischeviously, stars building in my eyes. I lean back on the counter and bat my lashes at him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Make me.”
His left hand pulls my hips closer to him so there’s no room to move, and his right grabs my neck and I’m wearing him like a necklace. He presses harder, choking me till I’m just a little dizzy, pulling my face next to his so I can feel his hot breath on mine and says, “Careful what you wish for baby girl.” He smiles as if to say, you have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.
No sooner have I heard his words than I feel two of his large fingers inside me, pumping against my folds while his thumb searches for my clit.
“Mmmmm, fuck…you’re so wet for me already pretty girl.” He pulls down the strap of my dress with his other hand, grabs my tit hard, kisses it, and bites down on my cleavage. I moan in pain and pleasure as he pulls at my skin with his mouth and twists my nipple, pulling it towards him. All I feel is heat. “Let’s try this again. I said, take your dress off.” His fingers don’t stop pounding in and out of me, his thumb circling my sweet spot.
I reach down and pull my dress over my head, tossing it onto the kitchen floor.
“Good girl,” he says before taking his fingers out of me gently. I suddenly feel so empty and I need him so much closer, so quickly. He presses his fingers against my lips. “Open and taste yourself. Taste how wet you get for me before I’ve even had a chance to try.”
I part my pursed lips and he sticks his fingers in, deep. I bob my head to the bottom, taking both fingers as far back as I can, glancing up into his dark eyes as I hit the base and circle my tongue around him.
“Fuuck.”
My hands move to his belt, feeling the rock growing under his zipper. I lay a palm on him and grope as I undo his belt with the other hand and my teeth, using them to pull the zipper down and coax off his pants.
“That’s right. Get on your knees, that’s my good girl.” I kiss the V of his stomach, down to his thighs and squeeze his ass with one hand, pulling down his boxer briefs with the other until he’s bare, and big, and hard in front of me and I feel my pussy pulsating as if it has a heartbeat.
“Suck it.”
I look up at him, teasing with my eyes. I want him. God, I want him. I want him at the back of my throat more than air to breathe…but he fucks me so good when he puts me in my place. I’ve got to hold on and play with him a little longer.
I lick two of my fingers and stick my thumb in my mouth and pull it out slow, locking my eyes on his from below. Gently, I wrap my wet fingers around the head of his cock, hard for me and only me, and move my grip up and down his girth. I stick my tongue out and move my lips closer to his tip so he can feel my breath on his cock as I breath next to it, so close, yet so far away. I’m sure he can feel the moisture off my mouth and yet I am resolved not to touch him until he looks like he’s about to hit me with frustration.
“You’re killing me.”
I laugh under my breath, my tongue still out, my fingers pulling his length towards me and the drool starts to fall onto him from my tongue. I watch him watch it happen, falling from my mouth, coating him in my spit slowly, building as I rub it over him. We can both hear the wet under my hand as it moves up and down him. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. I open my mouth and inhale in surprise as he tugs. He bends over me and spits in my mouth.
“I said, suck.”
I smile and kiss his shaft as he loosens his grip just enough, licking up until I get to the tip and wrap my lips around him. I breathe against him and bob my head up and down, my cheeks hollowing as I take him deeper. Up and down. Up and down. Up…and down, to his base. He groans and cusses. Music to my ears.
He starts to move his hips against my face, back and forth. “Open that pretty mouth wide for me and look up here, pretty girl. That’s right, that’s my good little slut. Don’t swallow your spit, get it nice and wet for me.”
I look up at him, eyes pleading as he thrusts his length to the back of my throat. Again, and again. And again. I gag, and he only gets harder each time. How does this man get even harder each time? I want to run my tongue all over him but I can’t move, I just have to focus on breathing. My airway is completely blocked with him. Drool escapes my lips and falls down my chin, onto his balls and onto the floor with every stroke of his cock hitting and bruising the back of my throat and I feel a wave of calm rush over me. I moan and my voice vibrates against him. I move back and forth, matching his thrusts and doubling the force. Drool falls onto my thighs as I take him deep. God, I am making a mess…and I know he loves it.
“Get up and bend over that stool. I want to see your pretty pussy with your ass in the air.”
This time, I do as I’m told. I walk across the room and bend over the white stool, staring out the window. It’s dark, but I wonder if the neigbours can see my tits behind the glass, my ass lifted to the sky. I have a sudden urge to feel the cold of the window pressed up against my skin as I wait for him. I don’t feel his presence behind me, and wondering what’s taking him so long snaps me out of that particular fantasy for now.
Just then i hear a drawer close and footsteps coming out of the bedroom. His hand curls my hair in a ponytail and he gives it a tug before draping my hair over my left shoulder, his left hand on the middle of my back, pushing my face down lower.
SMACK. I scream, his hand slamming flat against my ass.
“You like that?”
“Mhmmmm,” I moan.
“Say it.”
“I like that,” I say. “Do it again.”
“Where are your manners?”
“Please. Please do it again, daddy.”
“That’s more like it.” SMACK.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
I can feel my body bruising.
“Harder daddy, please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
And now I know why he went into the bedroom. The paddle comes out and he lightly teases my outer thigh with a pat from it to test my reaction, seeking my approval before whacking it against my ass cheeks. They sound like they’re in as much pain as they are with each hit. When I keep moaning and don’t move, he winds up and gives me one last hit that has me screaming for the neighbours to hear. He wraps a hand around my mouth, bending over and cupping my body with his own tall frame. “I want everyone to know you’re mine, but not quite yet,” he says. “You haven’t even had the best of me yet.”
I want to cry in pain and pleasure. I want to scream at this man and I want him inside me and need him closer, and closer, and closer, and…now.
“Don’t move.” He kneels down behind me, kissing the bruises he’s inevitably left on my ass. He’s gentle now, caressing the curve of my back, holding my hips. He gets on his knees, and I feel his fingers move to my pussy. He rubs my clit, and pulls his two fingers against my opening, moving my wetness over my folds before sticking them back up into me. He holds an ass cheek in one hand and moves his tongue to my folds, slipping it inside before he traces music notes against me and I want to sing. I moan louder and louder as he tells me how good I taste and I can feel his fingers and mouth get needier for me as I shake against his grip.
He releases his fingers from my pussy’s grasp and gets up. “Bend over the couch and spread for me.”
I do as I’m told, reaching back and pulling my pussy apart for him, waiting for him to enter me.
“Not there.”
My stomach flips. “What?”
“You know what I want princess.”
I glance back at him over my shoulders and reach my hands higher, pulling my ass apart until it’s open, and vulnerable, and in full view.
“That’s right, look at you being such a good girl for me. You know me so well, don’t you?”
He traces a wet finger around my asshole, still coated with me, and I can feel every nerve. He works some lube onto his finger, and around my opening, before slowly slipping a finger in. I inhale and exhale audibly. He pumps it gently in and out before slipping a second finger in and I feel myself stretch.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
He moves his fingers in and out and my body grows hot in anticipation of what’s coming.
“Please, Braylen.”
“Use your words.”
God, he’s hot. “Please fuck me.”
I hear the lube bottle and seconds later his head is pushing me open.
“Slowly.”
“Push back.”
I do. And as I push back and he pushes in gently, my body accepts him and I moan a moan to put all the others to shame.
“Fuuuuuuck.” He starts slow, with small thrusts, getting me used to his big cock in my ass. I feel so full, and I want every inch of him. When he can feel my body relax under his grip, his hand moves to my back and inches up, pushing my head down into the couch, muffling my sounds of pleasure. He uses the pressure on my back to prop himself up so he’s angled on top of me, his cock moving straight down in and out of my ass, and he picks up the speed, pumping deep and hard into me.
I might just cum, but I don’t want to tell him just yet. My senses are overwhelmed and I don’t know what I want – I need him everywhere, all at once. I need more, but I can’t don’t know what to ask for, I can’t choose, I can’t find the words. All I know is I don’t want him to stop.
“Mmmm, I knew you could handle it, Ava. You take my cock so well.”
I think I could cum from his words alone.
He adjusts his speed, giving me a few slow, hard, deep pumps before removing himself from inside me. He gives my ass another slap, playful this time. “Get on the bed. Now.”
I walk into the bedroom and stand in front of the bed. He kisses me with force and I press myself to him, wet and vulnerable and… it’s my turn.
I lay back on the bed and pull him on top of me, wrapping a leg around his waist. We kiss hungrily, and I mount on top of him.
“Oh?”
“Just wait,” I say, smiling mischeviously. “Close your eyes.” He does. I reach into the bedside drawer and grab a green, satin scarf and pull it over his eyes, tying it behind his head.
He smiles. “What are you doing to me?”
“You’ll see,” I say. “Or…well, you know what I mean.”
He laughs. “Okay.”
I push his strong shoulders down and he lets me, knowing he could take me blindfolded if he wanted to. The thought gets me hot, knowing he’s letting me tease him when he could have his way with me and fuck me however he wanted without any hesitation.
I grab his left wrist and pull up one of the restraints from the side of the bed, and tighten it around him, followed by the right.
“Oh.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
I kiss down his chest, down to his cock, as I sit on his thighs. HIs breathing gets heavy, and I like the effect I seem to have on him. I like knowing I’m not the only one weak at the other’s touch. Although, there’s nothing weak about this man. And that’s what makes it all the more delicious.
I hoist my hips up and grind against his cock with my wet pussy, letting him feel me dripping against him. “Do you feel that, daddy? I’m so fucking wet for you.”
I hear him cuss as I get off him and lie between his legs, pushing them apart. I spit on his dick and grab his balls in my palm before moving down to put them in my mouth and suck on them, giving them the attention they deserve, moaning against them while stroking his length.
“I need to feel your mouth around me”.
“Soon,” I promise.
I lick his shaft and drool over him. I’m teasing him, but it’s me I’m torturing by waiting to have him at the back of my throat again. I wrap my lips around him tight and take in his length, bobbing up and down. He can’t see me but I know he can feel the eagerness with which I’m taking him. “Fuck, Ava.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan, “You taste so good, daddy. I love sucking your cock.”
“Say it again for me.”
“I love your cock daddy.” I whip around so I’m sitting on his face while I suck him off, grinding against his tongue. I don’t have to ask – he knows what my body wants, and he gives it to me, licking and pulling my clit. Pure ecstasy, that’s what this is. I bob up and down his cock until I can feel his balls starting to move up. He’s gonna cum any second. I brace myself to swallow his load.
“Not yet,” he says, clearly feeling my body prepare to take him. “I’m not done with you yet. Take this blindfold off me and get me out of here – it’s your turn princess.” He kisses my pussy lips. “Buckle up.”
I let him loose from his restraints and swap spots.
“Oh no. I want your head hanging off the bed.”
I turn around, and he cuffs my ankles to the top of the mattress, my head on the opposite end, hanging off the bedframe. He cuffs my hands to either side of the end of the bed.
“You’re going to take this cock so deep while I play with your pretty pussy. And I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming for me to be inside you.” And then he’s at the back of my throat, and his palm is rubbing my pussy with a friction that sends lightning through me. I’m drooling and ruining my makeup more and more with every thrust, saliva dripping down my cheeks as he continues to play with me and push himself in and out of my mouth. “You like that?”
I close my eyes as if to say, yes.
“Look up here, into my eyes.” He slaps my pussy, and my clit is on fire. I want to cry out. I do. “Yeah? That’s right, eyes up here, just like that. Look at you, being such a good, dirty girl for daddy. Had enough yet?”
I shake my head. He keeps slapping my pussy and I feel a wave come over me. Fuck I’m about to cum. I whip my mouth away from his cock and scream, “Braylen,” panting, “Braylen, I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it. Cum for me, princess.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” He keeps slapping my pussy and my shakes grow. I can feel the orgasm building throughout my whole body. And then I release. He looks satisfied with himself. I know I am. “Good girl,” he says, “but we’re not done yet. You know what I always say…”
The first orgasm is just the warm up.
“Are you going to unbuckle me?”
“Not just yet.” He leaves the room, and I’m wondering where he went. When he comes back, he’s carrying my lavender candle.
“Oh.”
Crawling over top of me with the candle in hand, he kisses my tits and down my stomach, leaving a trail of his lips down to my pussy. “This may be just a little hot.” The candle wax drips, drop by drop, on my tits first. He watches my reaction. “Keep going?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Drip, drop. My chest is covered in purple wax that burns my skin. He drips a line down my stomach, drop by drop, on my waist, down to my hips. The burn is pure bliss.
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. It’s like a sweet torture, him doing this to me, and I can’t get enough.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me. Hard. Now,” I say, “Please.”
In one smooth motion the candle is on the side table and he’s pulling me towards him, both hands on my hips, my wrists and ankles still restrained, tugging at me, and he’s inside me with one big stroke.
“Oh my god Braylen,” I say, “it’s so much.”
“Say that again for me.”
“It’s so much, Braylen. Fuck, you’re so much – I can feel you in my stomach.”
“Stay still. I want to feel all of you.”
My breathing gets harder as he pounds deep into my pussy again and again, hitting my cervix with each stroke. I try to stay still like he ordered, trying my best not to push him away. Every stroke feels like disaster and desire wrapped in one.
“You feel so fucking good, Ava.”
I moan. “Braylen, you feel incredible, it’s making me crazy. I just need to…” I start to move my hips up and he presses them back down into the mattress, hard.
“Just a few more seconds and I’ll have what I need, I promise.” His hands move to my tits, and he’s squeezing them together, using them like handles. I can feel his body weight on my chest as he keeps thrusting into me. I love the way he uses me. I feel like I’m going to combust and just then…
“Braylen… God, Braylen!” I’m cumming again.
“Mmmmm, you’ve made a mess, Ava.”
“I know,” I whimper.
“Soaking wet, just for me. And you know you’re all mine, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say in a whisper of pleasure.
“Say it, I know you want to.”
“I’m all yours, Braylen,” I exhale, my body tensing and shaking as I cum undone all over his cock.
“That’s my good girl. I own your tight little cunt. Your delicious moans are all mine.”
I’ve never been one to play with possession, to want to give myself to someone like this, but fuck, I don’t know what he did to have this effect on me but he could claim any part of me he wants and I’d willingly let him take it. “All yours,” I whisper, breathless.
“That’s right. As long as I’m here, no one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to make you cum without my permission. Not even you. Remember that. I don’t want you touching yourself unless you beg me first…and then we’ll see if I’m feeling generous.”
He thrusts into me again and it feels so good the life leaves my body and comes back. I never want this to end, but I am so ready for him to cum for me. I feel him watching me and I know he knows I want that satisfaction. Without pulling out just yet, he reaches up to uncuff my wrists and release me from the restraints. Then he pulls out and undoes my ankle cuffs. My pussy cries for him to come back.
“Bend over for me one more time, the way I like it, and show me what’s mine.”
I know what he wants. I get on my knees on the bed and spread my legs for him, spreading my ass apart.
There’s lube, but no warm up this time. He’s impatient. His cock is hard in my ass in seconds.
“Fuck!”
“That’s right, let it all out, Ava.”
“I feel so full Braylen, I feel so full of you.”
“Mmmm good.”
“I want you to cum for me.”
“Oh, I will. But for now, relax and take it.”
I let myself go. He smacks me hard.
“You like that? You want it harder?”
“Please.”
Message received. Every inch of him is buried in me in one big thrust. I cry out as he says, “Aw, you poor thing,” taking a fistful of my hair, barrelling into me at full force, thrusting into me at a spot that has me unraveling underneath him. His name is hot on my lips. “Look at how good you take it, you’re my obedient slut, baby girl, aren’t you?”
“Braylen,” I look back at him, “Cum for me. Now. Please. I need you to.”
He reaches for my neck and chokes me, pulling my back towards him as he thrusts into my ass like an animal. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Do it. Cum for me, daddy,” my voice vibrates against his chokehold.
Three pumps and his moans send everything he has into me. I feel his warmth inside me, both of us panting. He pulls out and sits on his back behind me, catching his breath and watching his masterpiece cream out of me, onto his thighs.
I turn around and look at him, giving his lips a big kiss before bending over his legs, looking up at him and tracing down his stomach with my finger as I lick the cum off his thighs and smile. I feel his eyes on me. “Shower time?”