True Sex Stories: Permission

Sometimes it feels better when you have to ask permission.

I sent the text a few minutes after we got off line.
"Sir may I have an orgasm tonight?"

I don't know why I don't think of these things while we are talking on the phone, but as soon as we hang up I remember.  I don't ask for permission very often, but today was a particularly stressful day and I knew it would help me sleep.

"Yes Pet," he answered, "but only if you think of me."

I laughed at that one, "Of course I will think of you!!  Who else??"

I climbed into bed about 45 minutes later with my Hitachi.  I don't usually lie down when I'm jerking off with my Hitachi, but I was home alone so I figured, ‘why not?'  I placed the wonderful vibrating head against my clit, thru my panties, the way I usually do and felt it melt into me.  It was so warm feeling and vibrated through my hips until I let them sink into the bed below me and my legs fell open.  I was letting it take me under it's spell, but I couldn't seem to get there on my own.  Perhaps it was stress from the day, or the change in positioning, but I feared I would not reach the orgasm I so desperately needed.  I sent him a text message, hoping I would find him sleeping lightly enough that he would wake from the ringing of his phone.  He didn't, but when the voice mail started, I decided to leave a message there for him.  A dirty, breathy message where I was moaning and purring and telling him how very good it felt to have his permission to come tonight.  Just then I got a chat IM from him telling me his phone was updating something, but was I ok?

I hung up from his voice mail and messaged him back telling him that I would like to come for him tonight if I could.  Please Sir?

He called me moments later- I had not taken the vibrator off of my aching clit, but hearing his voice sent my body into a sea of want.  His voice was soft and sweet- and he said, "Will you come for Daddy, Pet?"

Ohhh god yes. I moaned to him.  Daddy it feels so good.  When I rub my pussy right there, right on that side.  It burns, but it's so good Daddy… please don't make me stop.

"No baby," he said to me, his voice getting more authoritative with each word, "I want you to come for me.  Come like a good girl with my cock down your throat and my hands in your cunt."

"Ohhhh Yes Daddy please.  Please fuck me."  I pulled my panties aside and pushed the hitachi just above my clit, so the vibrations traveled to my clit as well as down the sides of my cunt until it burned a white hot pleasure.  I pleaded with him now, "Make me come daddy.  Please.  Please I've been such a good girl."

I was rambling and floating.  This orgasm took a weeks to get here and I wanted to save it, cherish it.  drink it from a glass. It was right there, but still somewhat elusive.

"Slut," his voice was firm switching his roles with me, "What do you want?"

I poured out the words, "Please make me come Sir- please.  Make me come for you!"

As I said it, I felt the peak so strong I could SEE it in my mind.  As he started to speak to me I gasped out- the orgasm coming slowly, intensely, washing up and over me while my legs were now straining to open wider and my hand was cramping, holding the Hitachi in one place for too long. It climbed over me and grabbed me in a vice.  My moans became cries and my pleads filled the room more like demands.  I called out his name one more time in a overwhelmed desperate cry.

"Now Slut!" he said and my body exploded.  I rocked against the orgasm until I had to roll to my side, pulling the vibrator away.  My breathing was labored, but every outward breath was a light moan.  Thank you Sir… I whispered.  Thank you…

He moaned a deep but happy "mmmmmm" and followed it up with, "that's my good girl.  My bestest girl."

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