[F4M] Always You

Wherein you recount your sexy, slutty adventures to your boyfriend. Please feel
free to adapt the voice -- pet names, slang, etc. -- to suit your own style.

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Darling, are you awake? Mmm, you’re so warm…

It’s, um, two-thirty, thereabouts.

No, you don’t have to get up tomorrow. Tomorrow is Saturday, silly man.

Yes, I’m naked too. Well, except for my panties… for now. Do you know why I love you so much? Well, one reason, anyway?

Oo, it is big. And, I think… getting hard, perhaps? But no, that’s not it. I love you because I don’t have to pretend with you, pretend to be anything I’m not. You take me just as I am, in all my slutty glory.

Well, that would be very nice indeed. But would you like to hear what I’ve got up to tonight first? [knowing, teasing laugh] Yes, I thought you might. Well, you know that Karen and Miranda took me for a girls night out. I know your family thinks they’re a bad influence, but you know the truth, don’t you darling? [whisper] I’m a bad influence on them.

[teasing] You like that, don’t you. I can feel you do. Here, put your arm around me so… there, now I can cuddle up to you. I want to feel your skin on mine. Yes, like that. Now all my favourite toys are right within reach.

So, as you might guess, they dragged me out to one of those crowded shiny noisy clubs they love so much. Not that I minded one bit -- all those people sweating and grinding, all that sexy energy… it’s like a buffet. And you know what all that bass does to me darling, don’t you? Once I start dancing, it’s like I’m being fucked by the music… I get so turned on, so wet…

We’d been there an hour or so, having a couple drinks and just dancing our asses off out on the floor together, rubbing and grinding on each other, putting on a nice sexy show. And we started getting some attention… guys would slip into our orbit, dance with and around us, make eye contact and smile. If they were cute, we’d smile back, give them some encouragement. Maybe give our full attention, let them come in close and touch… maybe let them lead us away. First Karen, then Miranda drifted away draped around some bright teeth and muscles they fancied.

That left me, and three sleek wolves circling and eyeing me hungrily. The music, oh! the bass, the crush of bodies, the wine… and the lust, the lust in their smiles and touches. I was on a cloud, darling, I would have eagerly fucked any of them right there on the floor. Two seemed to know each other, and were wearing matching football jerseys. They were burly, and a little rough, but very pretty. The other thought himself an artist or musician perhaps, all in black, hair messy, smile permanently quirked in apparent sarcasm.

Why one certainly can look sarcastic without saying a word -- you should know, darling, you do it all the time. [a spank] Oh! Well, you do, but I like it. [kissing] Mmm, I think your cock likes my story… shall I stroke it while I continue? Shouldn’t want it to feel left out now. Oh, that’s very nice, darling.

[improv kissing, touching, teasing, then putting on the brakes; you want to make him crazy before you give him what he wants]

Where was I? Oh yes. One of the footballers came in behind me and rested his hands on my hips. I let him move in closer and grind against my ass, then I turned around towards him, pressed my chest against him, pulled his head down so I could whisper in his ear, and suggested we go find fresh drinks. He winked at his friend, scowled at Mr. Sarcastic, and followed me off the dance floor.

Once we were out of the crush, I confided to him that I didn’t really need a drink, I just wanted to find some spot a little more… hmm, discreet. We found an unoccupied little nook along one wall, and I let him back me up into it. He pressed up against me, started kissing and nuzzling my neck… I was already so wet. I moaned a little and squeezed his ass, pulled him in tight, and now I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans, rubbing against me. Then, with one hand, he started squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. It was all I could take. I reached down between us and managed to unzip him and get his cock out. The look on his face! Shock, and lust, and eagerness and hesitation all at once. I started stroking it and he was immediately so, so hard -- already wet with precum, and dripping more with each stroke.

Like you, darling. You like these slow, slow strokes, don’t you? Making it last until you’re desperate for release? I know you do.

But stroking it, that wasn’t enough. I wanted his cum so bad. No one was watching us or paying attention, so I slid slowly down onto my knees and started to kiss and lick his tip. He gasped and his whole body -- well, the rest of it -- went rigid. I could sense he was already very close, so I took him into my mouth, slowly bobbing my lips up and down the shaft. He was panting and moaning now, he tangled his hands in my hair and started to buck his hips just a little. I looked up into his eyes and stopped sucking his cock just long enough to say, “Give me your cum, baby. I want your cum in my mouth. Please…?”

And just like that, he exploded. Even over the music, I could hear him gasping and grunting like an animal as his thick, creamy cum filled my mouth -- one, two, three, heavy spurts, then many more twitches and tremors, each yielding a few more drops as I kept sucking till I had every last bit. As he started to soften, I gave the head a little kiss, and tucked him back into his jeans.

He zipped up, and I suddenly realized his friend was there off to one side, watching everything. I don’t know how long he had been there, but he looked a little dazed, and the bulge in his pants looked… mmm, delicious. I reached my hand out towards his cock, and he stepped forward to meet it as his buddy shifted out of the way.

There were no words, darling, none at all. He pulled his cock out, hard and glistening, laced his fingers behind my head, and fucked my face wildly. His cock was so hard, and he kept pushing it in deeper and deeper. I wasn’t really prepared for that, and gagged just a little at first, but then he was down my throat pumping furiously, hissing through clenched teeth. I swallowed once, then again, my eyes watering, and he pulled out to let me get a breath, then plunged back in. He must have already been near the edge, for in just a few more strokes he threw his head back screaming soundlessly and shot his load down my throat.

Oh darling, are you alright? Should I stop stroking? You seem to be shaking a little, and quite out of breath. What if I… suck your nipple just a little… mmm, like that. Hmm, that doesn’t help, does it? Oh no, not yet my dear. My story is just getting to the good part. [teasing laugh] Is that how you want to finish tonight, love, down my throat? Or filling my wet, wet, pussy? Well, no need to decide just yet.

We collected ourselves, got all tucked back in and so on, and I gave each of their cocks a little parting squeeze through their jeans. As I made my way back through the crowd, I could feel their eyes still lingering on my ass; when I looked back , they were both sporting wide, smug grins, still standing together by the wall. They looked, honestly, on the verge of high-fiving each other.

There was no sign of Karen or Miranda -- though I could easily guess what they were up to -- so I headed for one of the side bars to get some more wine. As I got my glass, someone came up to the bar beside me. I glanced over and who should it be but Mr. Sarcastic. I smiled at him and he raised his glass in a toasting gesture, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Your friends ditched you?” he said.

“No,” I said. “Not exactly.”

He chuckled and leaned in to speak more softly in my ear, at the same time wrapping his arm around my waist and resting his hand on my opposite hip. “Like that, is it?” he said. “I saw what you were up to, you know. You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?”

I laughed and leaned in against him, took a sip of my wine so I could give him that over-the-glass look you love so much. “And?” I said. “Did you have a point?”

His hand has slipped down from my hip onto my ass, and he gave it a nice firm squeeze. “Just admiring,” he said. “It’s a quality I appreciate.”

Now darling, I had had a lot of fun so far, but I was still very horny, and my pussy was still very, very wet. I was starting to find him quite charming. I drew his head down to me so I could whisper in his ear, “Oh sweetie, you have no idea.” He liked that.

[whisper] You like it too, don’t you darling? You like a what a little slut I am. You love that I’m such a dirty girl. You love that I love cock so much, I can’t get enough. Don’t you want my wet little pussy wrapped around that hard… throbbing… cock? Not yet, darling, not yet. Don’t you want me to finish my story? Alright, I’ll make it, well, relatively quick.

We danced and teased each other for a while, little fleeting touches, bright flashes of need and lust. Pressing my tits against his chest, grinding my cunt on his thigh, his fingers trailing lightly across my tummy, between my short skirt and crop top… Then there was a slow song. We danced so close we could have been fucking and no one would have known. His hands caressed my back, harder then softer, gradually moving down, over bare skin then my skirt, down onto the backs of my legs. As he brought them back up, he slipped them under the hem of my skirt and cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks, sending little shivers into my clit. I gasped and moaned, which just made him chuckle and redouble his attentions. He pulled me tightly against him and I could feel his cock. It was so hard as it swayed against my pelvis.

“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned. “I need you to fuck me. Right now. But not here…”

He led me off the dance floor and through the club, then off down a dingy little hallway past the restrooms to a door marked “Employees Only”. It wasn’t locked and he pushed it open quickly, and pulled me through. “Do you work here?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” he said. “C’mon, this way.”

He had found an open office. We shut the door behind, and in seconds he had me up against a wall, working my skirt up over my hips, squeezing my tits while his thumbs worked my nipples, and nibbling on the nape of my neck. It was driving me crazy, darling, I begged him to please just fuck me, fuck me now. He reached down with one hand and pulled my panties to one side. I felt his fingers slip between my pussy lips; I could hear the wet sound of them stroking back and forth, up and down over my wet little cunt and swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured. “You are a slut, aren’t you?” I could only nod, gasping and moaning. “Tell me. What are you?”

“I’m a slut. I’m a dirty, dirty slut. Put your cock in me. Please. Fuck me, please.”

He lifted me up like it was nothing. I wrapped my legs around him. Somehow his cock was already out, and I felt the tip pressing against me, then plunging in, one strong, swift, wet, glorious motion, and I had to clench my teeth to keep from screaming. You know how loud I can be when I get carried away…

He had a nice thick cock, darling, and I could feel it stretching me as the swollen head rammed in and out. I came almost right away, whimpering and groaning, trying to be quiet. He was like a high-power fuck machine, drilling relentlessly into my pussy, and very soon I came again… and again. I’m not sure when I stopped being quiet, but as I felt his cock swelling and twitching, getting closer and closer, I realized I was full-throatedly urging him on to fuck me, to shoot his hot white load inside me. And he did. Every muscle in his body clenched; his fingers pressed into my ass so hard I was sure they would leave marks, and he thrust in deep, so deep, and stayed there as his cum exploded into me, and set me off into one last, quivering, crazy orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

I’m not sure how long we just rested there against that wall, panting, gasping and shaking; probably just seconds, but it felt like it could have been hours. As I gradually came back to myself, I unwound my legs from around his hips. He slowly, reluctantly pulled his cock out of me, and set me back down. Zip up, straighten out, panties pulled back into place… “Well, that was fun,” I said.

He smirked and smacked my ass. “Anytime,” he said. We went back out and I found Karen and Miranda looking for me, ready to go. When I looked around, he was nowhere to be seen.

What do you think darling? Was that a good story? Are you awake enough now to fuck your horny little slut, or do I need to tease you a bit?

[spanking sound] Oh! Well then, do you want to pull these panties aside, or just tear them off?

[improv sexy times until climax, presumably in fairly short order given his (and your) state of arousal]


It’s always you, darling, always you I come home to. Always you. [he replies]

No, you’re the best. The best boyfriend a happy little slut could possibly ask for. [kisses]


~ fini ~