Blind Submission: Wet, Silent, and Unyielding

The insistent buzz of my phone shattered the afternoon calm, pulling me from a haze of research on vintage lingerie. Ginger’s text flashed across the screen: “Listen up and listen good. You’re going to get yourself hard—I mean really hard. Whatever you need to do, just get your cock stiff. You’re going to come to my office where I’ll be waiting, and then you’ll fuck me. But you can’t cum; neither one of us can cum. Then, when I say we’re done, you will obey me. I want you to wipe my wet pussy with my underwear, then put them on and stuff your cock and balls in my wet little panties. You will wear my wet lacy undies the rest of the day. Don’t disappoint me; you got it?”

The words hit me like a jolt, a strange mix of arousal and disbelief. Ginger was always a little wild, a little unpredictable, but this…this was a new level of domination. My usual routine of hitting the gym, checking emails, and maybe a quick beer after work felt suddenly insignificant. This was an invitation, a challenge, and I couldn’t resist. The thought of her waiting for me, her voice dripping with possessiveness, ignited a fire in my loins. I grabbed my keys, a quick shower, and a pair of my most comfortable jeans – the ones that always felt a little too snug. The drive to her office was filled with a restless energy, my mind racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Her office was a small, sun-drenched space overlooking the city. The blinds were drawn, casting the room in a soft, intimate glow. As I pushed open the door, the scent of expensive perfume and something vaguely musky hung in the air. Ginger was exactly as I’d pictured her: lounging on her desk, one leg casually propped up, her shirt pulled back to reveal a delicate lace bra and form-fitting leggings. Her hand lingered on her breast, and her fingers danced teasingly over the hem of her underwear, a clear invitation for me to join the fun. It was a blatant display of dominance, and I reveled in the power dynamic.

“You made me wait too long! Don’t make me wait like that again. Now get your cock out and fuck me like I told you to before I change my mind. I could just fuck myself and make you watch.” Her voice was low, husky, laced with a hint of threat. She’d clearly been indulging in her own fantasies, anticipating my arrival and the potential consequences of my delay. A slow smile spread across her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure she intended to extract from me.

I stripped off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants, revealing my hard cock, eager to submit. The air thickened with heat as I approached her, the scent of her arousal intensifying with each step. As I took my cock in hand, I felt a surge of primal instinct, a desire to please her utterly and completely. She grabbed my hand, her grip firm and possessive, and slowly drew my cock out. Her eyes burned with a lustful intensity, feeding my own growing excitement.

“Well, at least you listened and got your dick hard. Is that what took you so long? Huh? Were you playing with your cock? Get that thing over here and fuck me.” She pushed me closer, forcing me to lean in for a taste of her dominance. Her fingers explored the base of my cock, sending shivers down my spine. The anticipation built, a crescendo of desire threatening to overwhelm me.

Ginger slid off her leggings, turning to face me with her ass displayed, a blatant invitation to pleasure. She placed her hands on her desk, her fingers tracing the edges, a silent command for me to proceed. “You’re gonna get over here and feel how wet I got these panties for you, then slip them down and get your cock in my pussy. But if you cum like a naughty boy, you won’t get to cum for a whole week. Got it?” Her words were clipped, precise, a clear outline of the boundaries of our encounter. I nodded, my body already responding to her commands.

As I approached her, my hands found their way to her inner thighs, slowly ascending until they rested between her legs. The sensation of her dampness against my skin was electrifying, fueling my desire. With a final push, I plunged my cock deep into her wet, throbbing pussy. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she arched her back, a clear sign of her pleasure.

“Oh, my God, baby. Yes, fuck your dirty wife. Yes, ram me good!” Her voice was a moan of pure ecstasy, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. My hips thrust back and forth, pounding her tight sex hole, my body convulsing with the force of my thrusts. The world narrowed to the sensation of her pleasure, the rhythm of my movements mirroring her own.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, a sharp command to cease. “That’s it. That’s all you get, you horny naughty boy. If you’re good, I’ll give you a little more later.” She slid down her panty, then kicked them towards me, a playful gesture that further ignited my desire. “Here’s your underwear. Now clean my pussy up and put them on. I want to watch you stuff your cock and balls in my wet little panties.”

I followed her instructions, meticulously wiping her wet lips with the lace panty before gently sliding it down over her ass. The cool, smooth fabric felt exquisite against her warm skin. As I stuffed my cock and balls into the tight, lacy underwear, a wave of pleasure washed over me, a tangible manifestation of our shared experience.

Ginger knelt on her desk, spreading her legs wide as she awaited my final act of submission. I took my cock in hand, feeling the familiar heat radiating from its tip. With a final, powerful thrust, I plunged it deep into her pussy, savoring the moment of shared pleasure. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of arousal that confirmed the success of our unusual encounter.

As she pushed me away once more, she pulled the lace panty up over her ass, leaving them clinging just below the curve of her buttocks. She stood up and came over to me, kissing me on the lips before grabbing my cock and looking down. “My, my, I think I like your cock stuffed in my lacy wet underwear. I bet your cock will be thinking about my pussy all day!”

Her words hung in the air, a playful challenge that only fueled my desire. She then turned and walked towards the door, leaving me alone in her office with the lingering scent of her arousal and the memory of our shared experience. As I slipped on my clothes and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that I had fulfilled her request and earned her favor. It had been a strange, intense encounter, a testament to the unpredictable nature of desire. And as I stepped out into the sunlight, I realized that Ginger’s text had indeed gotten me hard. Very, very hard.

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