True Sex Stories: Snack Time

"From the moment I attached the sticky pads to his cock I felt this power wash over me—this feeling of control—this command of my own pussy. Girl takes boy."

I have mentioned many times how I'm personally opposed to assuming one sexual role in a relationship–that I enjoy many levels of sexuality, role play, and role reversals. One particular sex fixation will not get me off each and every time. It would take some serious breaking for a man to make me a completely submissive woman. It is just not in me.

Nor could I be with a completely submissive man.

However; I do have a penchant for taking a man down and making him mine. In the past I have sought out submissive men to have my way with, a girl dosnt doesn't have to seek too far. But these men only, and always want a woman to take them and use them. That is not what I am into.

There is an aggravation equation when it comes to dealing with men that can easily be solved with a bit of the ol' take down.

As much as I enjoyed NYC–he talks too much, he gets too eager, he has and keeps a constant hard on that follows women around with like a dowsing wand. So what's a girl to do?

Take down.

Wearing an adorable pair of ruffle burlesque panties, my glasses and a smile–I placed him in a very compromising position. He's a good sport. I locked his hands together tightly with a belt over his head.

"No touching. You touch your cock too much as it is," I bitched.

His cock and his balls– I then wired to the electricity producing machine. From the moment I attached the sticky pads to his cock I felt this power wash over me–this feeling of control–this command of my own pussy. Girl takes boy.

Slowly I turn the knob–watching him twist and squirm I get a demented feeling of fun and I am sure and delightfully evil glint to my eyes and of course an even bigger vixen smile. I tease as I turn the dial–telling him where I usually like it set. I get to my number and pass it. Apparently his cock is not as sensitive as my pussy–I get to where he can feel it–his thighs jump and his cock twitches–then I turn it up a little more.

NYC strains to look at his wired up cock.

"What are you look at? No peeking."

Blindfold time.

Something about a blindfold on the man is liberating to me–especially when the man is tied to my bed and not going anywhere. I am free to do as I please. I become another woman, a different fraction of me. I turn the dial a little higher–he moans and jerks around. He starts mumbling about  something.

"are you talking? –shut up."

There is only one sure way to shut a man up. Straddling his face I lower my ruffled black panties over his mouth. That should do it.

We are in a nice 69 position, so I can monitor his wired up cock. I give him a little suck and stroke now and then. The electricity has him excited, but his cock goes in waves of hard to soft in correlation to the current running through it. I decide a finger might be nice for him. I rise up and sitting on his face more as I wet my finger in my own mouth prepping it to shove in your ass. I pull the  wet lace soaked patch aside so your can lick and eat directly on my pussy, gliding over your face and tongue like it's your cock. Leaning up and over and I shove my finger deep in, hitting your gland–feeling it, massaging deep inside, your cock bouncing in front of my face–I give another little suck as I fuck your ass, then a round of electricity runs through you again and you moan.

I pull my finger out at the same moment the electricity is on a down wave. You may have actually whimpered, but I didn't really care I continued to ride your face. I sort of cannot stand when I have had my finger in ass, I don't mind doing it and surely love when someone does it to me, but I cannot fully relax again until I have  washed my hands. So I get off you to do so, allowing you take a little break, but before leaving the bed I remove my burlesque panties and shove them deep in you mouth. No talking. I wash. I pee.

Upon return I plug the Hitachi in– mostly for me, but I give you a little too. It makes your cock jump. It makes your ass rumble, it makes you moan.

"No moaning."

Yanking the panties out of you mouth I get back on your face and go for a nice long ride. You become a mouth to fuck and very little else. I am gone. I am wanting to come now. I don't care if  you ever come. I want come. Your tongue fucks me, flickers my ass, fucks my ass, I sit on your face, I command you how to lick me properly, telling you how to fuck me with your tongue.

You are such a good sport.

My thighs straddled across your face, I watch as your cock does an electric dance. Bringing the Hitachi to my already wet wet pussy, I hit it. Low–Oh god damn it feel so fucking good, god damn.
I can feel the liquid dripping down my thighs. The Hitachi is a super soaker to me. Quickly I click it off and you lick up what has dripped out, your tongue hot on my cunt. I am ready to cum.

I hit it again this time on high, my pussy lips hovering, your tongue lapping at me, the wand reverberating at my clit, but hitting my core. I could no longer hold back, I push the wand harder into me and let loose, let it all go. More than a gush, a soak, a river of girl cum floods your face, destroys the sheets and my favorite pillow bellow you. And I keep coming and writhing onto of you. My body is full of it's own electricity–jerking and twitching about.

Keeping my pussy on your face I remove the electrode pads from your cock. I turn and straddle your face the other way balancing my shaky post cum body on the wall.

"Stroke yourself, cum on me."

I cannot see you, but I feel the familiar motion of cock being jacked, you eat me while you stroke and it doesn't take long before your tongue has brought me to a mild post orgasm–orgasm. I am flush as I drift over you mouth–trying to catch my breath and my senses–I feel your body tense and then I feel your heat splash my back.

We collapse–and the roles become neutral again.

When we regain–I then take the submissive role back and prepare us a snack.

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