Patty's Devotion: A Submissive's Plea

Morning, sweetie,” Patty whispered as I was awakening this past Sunday morning. “I have been thinking about you for the past hour, just rolling around in bed, waiting for you to open your eyes. If you’re wondering whether I had one hand working my pussy while I was on my tummy…” She waved and wafted before me the sweet smell of her pussy juices that remained on her fingers after her solo workout. The scent, thick and musky, filled the room, a primal invitation that instantly ignited a fire in my core. It wasn’t just the scent; it was the knowledge of the pleasure she’d just experienced, the raw, uninhibited release that made her even more alluring. I felt a familiar heat rise within me, a desperate longing for her touch, her ownership.

“I believe I have a special treat for you this morning, something we rarely do. I want to grant you a special sexual gift that requires nothing of you,” she stated, her voice a low, husky murmur. “I am going to grant your wish, and you are not required or expected to act out when I’m finished. This is something I wish to give to you unselfishly. Got it?” Her eyes, dark and intense, held a challenge, a promise of both intense pleasure and complete submission.

“Uh, yeah,” I responded, my voice slightly breathless. “What did I do so right as to deserve this?” I added while feeling a fast-rising action in my briefs. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the knowledge that she was about to fulfill a deep-seated need within me, a hunger that had simmered for years.

“You made me love you is what you did. So now, tell me your desire, my love,” she said, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, sending shivers down my spine. The touch was electric, a direct line to my primal instincts. I couldn't resist the pull, the urge to surrender completely to her will.

Knowing full well how she gets when she is really horny, especially after an intense bout of finger-fucking herself, I obliged her with my answer. I stood up, dropped my pre-cum soaked underpants to the floor, and asked her to “assume the position.” The casual disregard for decency was a perfect reflection of our dynamic, a blatant display of our uninhibited desires.

She did so immediately, dropping to her knees before me with her mouth open and her tits cupped and cradled, ready for step one: a serious round of tit fucking! The sight of her body, contorted in that vulnerable posture, fueled my lust even further. It was a beautiful, almost sacred moment, a perfect encapsulation of our intimate connection.

As I guided my now erect cock into the vastness of her combined melons’ cleavage, she spit several times into the warm embrace of her magnificent tits and onto my disappearing and reappearing cock to lubricate and improve the glide. The taste of her pussy juices, salty and sweet, mingled with the anticipation building within me. It was a ritual, a sacred exchange between us, a testament to our shared desires.

“That’s right, you stud, fuck my big tits as hard as you can. This makes my nipples heat up, so I can only take a few more seconds. I don’t want to cum now,” she cried, her voice laced with both pleasure and restraint. The restriction, the knowledge that she wanted me to savor the moment, only intensified my arousal.

So, breathing heavily—both of us, that is—she slowly released the hold her tits had on my throbbing cock and stared into my eyes as she shifted to a more comfortable sitting position in front of me and began her cocksucking show. Her now dripping cunt was on full, spread display as she slowly began circling my pre-cum soaked cockhead with her tongue, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation was exquisite, a slow, deliberate tease that built a crescendo of desire within me.

“Oh, fuuuuccck,” I cried while under her lustful spell. I begged, “Please take me in all the way,” my cock threatening to explode. The urgency in my voice, the desperation in my gaze, only served to heighten her pleasure.

“Okay, baby, you’ll get your wish. I’ll finish you the way you and I love it the most.” Patty opened wide and swallowed my dick with a vengeance. I lost line-of-sight connection as she deepthroated me, her forehead now plastered against my pelvis area. I pretty much knew what was cumming next… The feeling of her body against mine, the rhythmic pulse of her arousal, was intoxicating.

She reached up to cup my weighted balls with one hand and slipped a saliva-soaked finger into my asshole with the other. “I’m ready to cum now, my little cum slut. Keep sucking me hard and deep.” The thought of her dominance, her complete control over my pleasure, sent shivers down my spine. I surrendered fully, allowing her to push me to the very brink of ecstasy.

With experienced perfect timing, Patty arose from the base of my firm shaft, took it in hand, and began stroking, again holding my stare. “You know what I want, you fucking stud, so give it to me! Can’t you see how much I need your seed?” She moaned as I began to feel the rumbling of a mighty orgasm. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensations that threatened to consume me entirely.

“Oh, God—take it, baby,” I shouted as I began my release. “Oh, fuuuuuccccck!” I cried as Patty steered the stream of cum to her face and each of her aroused tits. My legs shook as she licked and sucked the remaining cum out of my dick. I was in heaven.

“Well honey, guess I lied. I need to do something for me now while I clean up the mess I made.” Patty used her tongue to lap up the cum from her fingers after wiping it off her face and mouth. “Now, I’ll do myself with the cum I left purposely on my tits—especially my nipples.” She continued her self-serving tit show, twisting and stretching her nipples like I’d never seen before, a blatant display of her dominance. Her moans intensified, a primal cry of pleasure that echoed through the room.

“Ahhhhhh, fuuuccckkk!” She literally cried, rocking while she came. She then folded over, positioned one hand over her dripping pussy, and writhed as she continued fucking herself. “Oh, my God… Oh, my God,” she muttered as I watched, spellbound. The raw intensity of her self-gratification was a potent reminder of our shared lust, a testament to the depths of our passion.

When she finished, she apologized for not giving her gift unselfishly. “I was just so turned on by giving you that awesome orgasm that I just had to do myself,” she said on the way to the shower. The casual disregard for modesty, the complete lack of shame, only added to her allure.

” That’s okay, my love. I’ll give you a do-over very soon,” I shouted to her as I heard the water begin to flow! The anticipation returned, stronger than ever, as I waited for her to emerge, dripping and dripping with arousal, ready to once again fulfill my deepest desires.

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