True Sex Stories: Richard’s Assignment

I imagined him twisting my nipples, pulling my hair back to expose my neck to his mouth, squeezing my breasts until I buckled, then holding me firmly hostage and demanding my orgasm.

I was talking to Richard online. We both had a little free time.

He gave me an assignment.

He told me he wanted me to try to come standing up. He wanted me to find the biggest toy I had (still not huge- I went with the Bullseye), pound it into myself, walk a bit, come while standing, and send him a report.

I was so turned on by the thought, and I was already hanging out in bed, so I started rubbing my clit as he talked to me. I told him it would be hard for me- I know my knees buckle when I get excited standing up. I worked the Bullseye into my pussy and felt that satisfying fullness. I told him I'd try. He said "That's my girl. I'll leave you to it." I felt a rush- the kind of feeling I get when I read LittleGirlyOne's blog. I loved that he said that- "that's my girl." The perfect thing to say to me. I wanted to please him. I wanted to be a good girl for him.

I thrust the Bullseye into my pussy slowly a few times, then remembered I had to stand up. I stood, and felt the shift of my body press the head of the toy deeper into me. I took a step, and the movement of my thighs against the base of the toy swiveled it against my g-spot. Delicious.

Another few steps and it rubbed inside me some more. I steadied myself with one hand against the cool wall and grasped the base of the toy. It was slick with my wetness, and slid in and out of me easily. I wanted more. I pumped it harder, and faster, and felt my knees start to wobble.

I hoped he'd forgive me, as we were still getting to know each other. I decided I'd figure out my report later, but I needed an orgasm then, and I couldn't focus enough while standing to have one.

I laid out a folded towel on my bed, hopped in, and grabbed my G-ki breathlessly. It slid into me, right into that familiar curve where I needed it. I wished I were still standing.

I imagined him, pressed up behind me, holding my trembling body up. I imagined his fingers sliding into me, firm and determined. I imagined him twisting my nipples, pulling my hair back to expose my neck to his mouth, squeezing my breasts until I buckled, then holding me firmly hostage and demanding my orgasm.

I felt his fingers faster and harder in my pussy, and imagined him growling into my ear. He told me that I was to be a good girl and come for him. He asked me if I could do that for him. I choked out a "yes, sir!" between ragged breaths. My body writhed in his grasp and I clung desperately to his arm, needing his support and his presence. his hand locked at my g-spot, pulling hard and fast. He was determined to tear the orgasm from my body. I cried out, feeling the tingly legs of my ejaculation spread from my pussy and then feeling the moisture on my hand.

"That's my girl."

The words sent me over the edge, into a gasping, body-shaking, white-out orgasm. I shook against my own hand, trembling and whimpering as I came down. A slow smile crept across me as I caught my breath. The fan cooled my damp skin.

I decided it was ok to tell him the whole story. Hopefully he'd forgive me if I was fantasizing about standing up. My pussy spasmed in a series of aftershocks.

I rolled over, and messaged him, "done." 

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