So, the weekend didn’t go quite as we planned. First of all, Steve’s dad, Art, has 3 guest rooms. One used to be Steve’s room and has a full size bed. One has an inflatable queen size bed. And the last one, I have no idea what it has.
Well, thinking he was being kind, Art put us in the room with the bigger bed. So, we didn’t have a “Real” bed. And, the air mattress had a slow leak, so, doing anything in it was like trying to do it on a pool floatie in the pool. Not only this, but, Art’s brother, Jay, and his wife were there staying as well. They had the room in the basement. Their two teen daughters were right next to our room, Art was just down the hall. The kids were on a pullout sofa in the living room. So, we had to be very, very quiet. And, I’m not quiet. I spend a lot of time with Steve’s hand over my mouth. At home, it isn’t a big deal, our room is at the opposite end of the house from the kids, and they sleep heavy. But, this was a big deal at Art’s house.
We got in late Friday night. After greeting everybody, hugs, quick catching up, everyone started heading to bed. Steve and I slipped off to the shower together. We began kissing, and touching each other. He put his hands on my shoulders and he gently pushed me down. I thought he wanted a blow job, but I was mistaken, when I was on my knees, he pushed my head lower, so I would lean down and kiss his feet. I love being in that position. My face on his feet, arms stretched out in front of me, on my knees, ass up in the air. I feel so submissive. So, I began kissing his feet, and he reached down to finger me. He decided that night of all nights, one i had to be quiet, to finger my ass. He commanded me to cum and I did, but very quietly. He put his hands on my shoulders and had me sit up, he allowed me to suck his cock for a few minutes. Then he had me stand, and he fingered me and made me cum again,then he told me I was done in the shower and to go to bed. So, I did.
He followed me in, had me suck him some more. Then he had me lay back and he began to squeeze my breasts, hard. Pinching my nipples, twisting them. I wanted to cry out, but I knew I couldn’t. He started kissing on them, then he began to suck under one of them, leaving a hickey where no one would see it. He reached down and slid his fingers back into me. He was in control of my orgasm, he would tell me when to cum, and when to stop. I like when he plays like that. He knew I was having a hard time being quiet. He put the side of his hand in my mouth, to quiet me and so I could bite it. And, boy, did I. He ended up with a perfect outline of every single one of my teeth on the side of his hand, it even began to bruise a bit. I was kissing on him at one point, I started to suck on his shoulder, I left a hickey, but, my teeth cut into his shoulder as well, only this time broke skin instead of just bruising. He finished finger me and then he wanted me to suck him. So, I did, he kept pushing my head down, forcing his cock deeper in my throat. Over and over again. He eventually pulled me off his cock and rolled me over, he wanted me on my stomach, with him behind me. It felt good, but, it was difficult on that mattress. He slid into me, and again I had to muffle the moans. I spent most the time with my face in the pillow.
When we had finally finished, he ended up with 2 seperate sets of bite marks, a bruise, and lots of scratches. I have a hickey underneath each breast, some faint bruises on my breasts, and bruising on the inside of my thighs. It was amazing, I wonder how it would have been if we hadn’t had to be quiet.
When we had finished I licked his cock clean, I was on my knees on the floor as he stood in front of me. I kneeled down again to kiss his feet and he stepped on my hair. Which I liked.
I think I’m beginning to figure some things out. While I like some pain, I don’t think that is really what gets me off. I like feeling owned, I like submitting to him, I like knowing he is using me for his own pleasure, however that may be. I don’t necessarily get off on it when he steps on my hair, or when he squeezes my breast until the bruise. But knowing he is enjoying it, feeling owned, that I am his to do with what he pleases is amazingly sexy to me.
Husband is out in CA now. So far, we’re doing ok. I am just planning on not talking to him at all, and he is planning on trying to get ahold of me as often as he can. He’s surprised me today with how many times he’s found to message me. I think this week is going to go better than we hoped.