Becca Bellamy
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You Submit Because it Makes Me Wet
🕑 Added 2023-09-20 05:00:20 +0000 UTCI look at you. I gesture to the floor. You hold my gaze as you sink to your knees. I smile.
I can feel the pleasure your submission gives me. I can feel it between my legs. I can feel that beautiful, familiar sense of arousal that I crave. It pleases me. It thrills me.
I step closer. You tilt your head to look up at me. Your eyes are brimming with desire, with your desire, with the desire to submit.
In this moment, as I stand just a few feet in front of you, you’re willing to do anything for me. You don’t know what’s coming. You don’t know what I want or what sort of pleasure I’m going to permit you to experience. What turns me on is that you’re up for anything.
I take a step closer. Your eyes open wider. You practically twitch with anticipation. Your mouth opens to let a heavy breath escape. I’m sure your heart is beating a little faster.
I reach out and gently caress your face. You close your eyes and tilt your head into my hand. You crave my touch. It feels like a gift to you. To feel my soft skin against your face fills you with submissive bliss.
I gently press my thumb against your lower lip and you suck on it. You look up at me as you suck my finger. It’s a small, simple act, and yet it’s so beautiful. I feel the wetness building between my legs.
I remove my thumb from your mouth and offer two fingers. You suck on them like a good boy. A look of lust comes over my face. I push my fingers deep into your mouth. You gag just a little. It makes me wet. Your eyes are still locked on mine. Your hands are behind your back.
Your brain is awash in submissive lust. You’re sucking my fingers like a good slut sucks on a cock. You run your tongue over them. You lick and suck like a good boy.
I pull my fingers from your mouth. I wipe them on your cheek. You feel the wetness of your saliva on your skin. You smile.
“Do you want to worship my pussy?” I ask.
You look up at me and nod. I can see the desire in your eyes. I can see how strong it is. I can see that in that moment, there’s nothing in the world you want more than to worship my psusy.
“Do you deserve to worship my pussy?” I ask.
You shake your head. “No,” you say. “I’m not worthy of your pussy, but I want to worship it nonetheless. I want to taste you. I want to feel your wetness on my tongue. I want to make you feel good. It would be a great privilege to be able to worship you.”
I smile. I like that you understand your place. You know that my pussy is a gift, that you’ll never truly be deserving of it. You know that it’s a privilege to taste me, to lick me, to make me moan. You know that even gazing upon my naked pussy is a privilege.
Today, it is a privilege you have earned. I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I pull down my lace panties.
“Look at my pussy,” I say.
You do as you’re told and look at my pussy. You can see my wetness. You can see my arousal. It makes you happy. Your submission has left me wet. Your submission has filled me with desire. Your submission makes me crave your tongue.
I step closer. My naked, wet, puffy pussy lips are inches from your mouth now. You’re so close to getting what you want.
I firmly grip your hair. I tilt your head back. Your eyes meet mine.
I pull you to my pussy. “Worship me,” I say. There’s a touch of aggression in my voice.
You lick me fervently. You lick me like a good submissive is supposed to lick his domme. You lick me like a good boy. You lick me like you’ve just been granted permission to enjoy one of your life’s greatest pleasures.
“That’s it,” I say as I gently grind my pussy over your mouth. “Worship my pussy.”
You lick like my pussy could be taken away from you at any moment. You push your tongue inside to taste my wetness and then lick my clit. You know what I like. You know how to make me feel good.
I step back. You lean forward. You want to keep licking my pussy. I pull hard on your hair. You moan in agony.
“That’s enough,” I say.
I turn around and bend over the bed.
“Worship my ass,” I command you.
You move behind me. You spread my ass cheeks.
I feel your talented tongue move over my asshole. I love that you’re so eager to eat my ass. I love that you didn’t hesitate to do as you were told. I love that you’re now worshiping my ass even though you’d prefer to worship my pussy.
“Put your tongue inside me,” I say. “Taste my ass.”
You do as you’re told. I feel your tongue stiffen as you press against my asshole. I feel you slip inside me. I feel you pleasuring my asshole. I feel you eating me out.
“Good boy,” I say as I reach back and pull you between my ass cheeks. I smother you with them. I make it a little uncomfortable, but you keep licking. You keep tasting my ass. You keep worshiping me.
I push your head away. I stand up and turn around. I look at your throbbing cock, which you’ve been smart enough not to touch. I see how it’s dripping precum onto the floor.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask.
You nod. Of course you nod. You always wants to fuck me.
“Do you deserve to fuck me?” I ask.
“No,” you say.
“Am I going to let you fuck me?” I ask.
You shake your head and say, “No.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Because I’m an inadequate lover,” you answer. “Because I almost always fail to make you cum. Because I cum so quickly that you don’t have the time to enjoy yourself. Because you have a lover with a much larger cock that fucks you better than I ever have.”
I smile. “That’s right.”
Your recognition of your place in our marriage turns me on. It makes me wetter. It makes me crave an orgasm. It makes me crave release. It makes me want to reward you.
Thankfully, I’ve already made plans for that. I counted on your submission and you delivered.
The doorbell rings. My bull is right on time. I leave the room for a few moments and return with a tall, strong, handsome man. You stay on your knees like a good boy.
I kiss my bull as you watch. He plays with my wet pussy. You can hear the juiciness of it as he moves his fingers inside me. I unbutton his shirt and run my hands over his muscular chest. I undo his belt and pull down his pants.
I turn to you. I rub my bull’s big cock through his briefs. I smile.
“Suck his cock,” I say.
You crawl forward. You pull down my bull’s underwear. You submit to my desire and wrap your lips around his cock. It isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You’re becoming an excellent cocksucker.
I kiss my bull once more. My hand rests on the back of your head and I push you deeper down on his cock. I want you to swallow him. I want you to take as much of his long, thick fuck meat into your mouth as you can. I want you to submit to his superior dick.
You submit like a good boy. You know what I crave. You know that your cocksucking turns me on and that’s all that matters. You don’t care about being a straight man with a cock in your mouth. You care about making me wet. You care about serving my needs. You care about turning me on.
I pull your head off my bull’s cock. I grasp it. I lift it out of the way. “Suck his balls,” I say.
You take his big testicles into your mouth. You suck another man’s balls because I told you to. You suck and lick lustily. You moan as you’re doing it. You act like a whore because you know it’s what I want.
I push your head away from his balls. I look down at you. I smile. Your face is wet with saliva from sucking my bull’s cock and balls. Your face is wet from being a slut for me.
“Do you want to watch him fuck me?” I ask.
You nod.
“Do you want to see what it looks like when someone with a big cock fucks your wife’s wet pussy?” I ask.
“Yes, please,” you say. Your voice quivers. I know it’s what you want. I know it’s what you crave. I know you want it more than anything.
I get on my back in our bed. I spread my legs. You have a perfect view of my pussy. My bull gets into bed with me. He takes his place between my legs.
He’s where you’re supposed to be. He’s where a husband typically is. He’s where you’re never allowed to be.
I reach between his legs and grab his cock. I rub it around my pussy. You watch intently. You can’t look away.
I place him inside me. “Fuck me,” I say.
You watch his cock disappear into my wet pussy. You see my lips spread out around him. You see me accept another man’s cock into my body. You hear me moan. It’s loud and lusty. It’s a moan of pure pleasure. It’s perfect.
His big cock feels so good inside me. He’s so much thicker than you. I can feel every inch of him. I can feel my pussy being stretched in a blissful way. I can feel my arousal build with each thrust. I can feel an orgasm approaching.
I cum on his cock as you watch. I cum hard. I wrap my legs around him and scream joyfully. You watch me cum with another man’s big dick buried inside me.
My bull pulls out and moves to his back. I climb on his cock. Once again you watch my pussy lips stretch around him. You watch eagerly. You watch happily. You don’t touch your cock despite your desire to masturbate and orgasm.
I ride his cock. I lean forward so you have a perfect view. You look at my ass. You look at my pussy lips stretched around his erection. You listen to the wet sounds of sex emanating from the union of our bodies.
He groans. He’s approaching his orgasm. “Cum inside me,” I tell him.
It’s not long before he’s emptying his balls into my pussy. You watch his cock pulse as he cums. You watch him fill me with his seed.
I stay on his cock and turn to you. “On your back,” I say.
You get on your back in bed. You look up at me. I smile. I climb off my bull’s cock and onto your face.
“You may masturbate,” I say as his cum flows into your mouth.
I feed you my bull’s thick load. I feed you all the cum he shot inside me. I feed you another man’s semen and you lick it up eagerly.
You stroke your cock. You masturbate as you eat his cum.
“Cum for me,” I demand.
I want you to cum while you’re eating his load. I want you to have another man’s cum in your mouth as you orgasm. I want you to associate your sexual pleasure with his cum. I want you to eat his seed while you jerk off.
You groan. You swallow more of his cum. You masturbate. You orgasm. You shoot your cum onto your stomach while you’re eating my bull’s load like a good boy.
When you’re done, I climb off your face and smile at you. You’re a cum-covered mess. It’s on your face. It’s on your stomach.
You wear a look of bliss. You’re happy. You got to submit for my pleasure. You cleaned another man’s cum from my pussy. You stroked yourself while doing it. You got to have a beautiful orgasm. You’re a good submissive.
I play with my bull’s cock. I look up at him. I smile. I turn to you.
“Get him hard for me,” I say. “I want to go again.”
You do as you’re told.
