She Lost the Bet - Female Perspect

'She lost the bet.' Female perspective.
To all, this is a two-part story, from the male and then female perspective. It was done out of fun and love, to drag my Muse into helping draft my stories. She has been very reticent to story-tell through this ancient form (writing), even though she is much more intelligent (Master from USC). Of course, she is also taller and much more attractive than me, the author. Yes, I was punching well above my weight class at the time, and it did take me forty odd years...But who is counting.
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She was embarrassed, but only a little.
She could not believe she had lost the bet to him. She was looking forward to using a dildo in his ass, but SHE LOST!
She smiled inwardly. She was going to let him take her ass.
She had fibbed and told him she was a virgin back there.
It was just a little fib.
She had had other lovers in her past take her, but the pleasure never came. He was different though, she knew he would be gentle and do it with patience and caring.
She was tied down across his bed, half off the bed. She was kneeling on the cute little bench he had built in his workshop so she could be at perfect height to be pounded from behind. She loved to be pounded from behind and it made her wet just thinking about it.
She was blindfolded, fatih escort with the perforated ball gag in her mouth. One of their little games. She loved their little safe games. A little light BDSM, choking, toys and whatever turned her in that moment in time. They never went somewhere where she held a concern.
She was also horny. Horny so much lately.
She could feel how inflamed and swollen her pussy was. She knew she was close to dripping. Her nipples were so hard they ached. They were so sensitive she could feel the fabric of her bunched T-shirt. She was so looking forward to having his cock inside of her...somewhere...anywhere!
She felt him move behind her and then the erotic oil spread from her clit up through her fat lower lips. He massaged her mound, and it was electric at that moment.
His fingers paused and dipped into the warm honey of her pussy. She moaned like the slut she felt like and trembled with her pent-up desire.
SHE was so FUCKING HORNY!
She had to admit to herself, she loved being his 'toy' and 'Slut.' Of course, only when she was 'in the mood.'
But she had to admit again, since their rejoining after all the years, her 'mood' had grown and expanded. She knew he loved her, and that love was a base to grow on. He was always çapa escort about her needs and desires and shifted to her own.
The deeper feeling flowed to her pussy that was in constant need to his cock, fingers, and tongue.
And here they were playing their games, and her body was on fire with need and desire.
She flinched when she felt his manhood placed between the cheeks of her ass. He slid something up and it made her take a deep breath, a vibrator on her engorged clit.
Fuck she could not think...
He was mumbling something, but she was already heading to that place. When she went to that place, hearing and general knowledge fled her thinking.
Then he plunged in her pussy, and she lost her mind and any version of communication. She had one of her smaller orgasms and trembled knowing that the tsunami was building, and it would be stupendous. He slowly slid in and out and she just moaned and lay there trembling.
Then suddenly, she was empty but felt his cock heading north. He paused for a moment and then pressed forward.
She flinched.
She felt him touch her like he always did running his hands lightly up and down her back. It always relaxed her or made her horny.
Today, it was both. She wanted him inside her.
He pressed güngören escort again and she relaxed, and she felt her ring stretch.
He was then inside. Yes, there was pain, more discomfort than sharp pain.
She could tell he was being gentle, as he slid slowly in until his pelvis rested against her ass cheeks.
He slowly slid back out, but he stayed nestled just inside her entrance.
He then asked the stupidest question, she could remember him asking.
'Do you want me to stop?' he asked.
What? Was he insane? A loving moron, but shit! She shook her head no...Stop? What a dumbass question to ask.
Her world shattered, and all cognizant intelligence left her mind. He had slammed back in, and she felt a slap to her ass that vibrated her body.
Her clit exploded and her mind when white screen. She knew that she was shaking and twitching but it bore little resemblance to the chaos that currently touched her soul.
All the reason and control of her body left her, and she lay on their bed letting the waves crash and carry her over the River Styx.
She again remembered his favorite comment, a French saying 'Petite Mort' the little death.
He did love being part of her orgasms.
She felt him unhook her from the restraints and slide her around. She felt a warm feeling as he wiped her pussy and ass.
He cuddled next to her and continued to mumble. She smiled at herself. She knew they would do it again. The orgasm was excellent.
But next time she would win, and he would be tied down and she would take his ass.
She continued to smile as he babbled away.
Fade to Black