"That’s enough. Good girl. Now bend over", you say. I do wh..
Added 2023-02-28 20:10:07 +0000 UTC"That’s enough. Good girl. Now bend over", you say.
I do what I’m told, and I’m grateful to be told. There’s a rush of relief when I realise I can put my brain on ice for a while. You're just here for the ending. A wet, easy hole to finish off in.
You shove yourself into me, hard enough that I can feel the edge of the wooden bench biting into my hips, the joy of being physically filled is matched by the pleasure of feeling mentally empty. Light-headed. I know that for the next minutes I don’t have to think about anything. Do anything. Say anything.
I open my mouth and make whatever noises want to come out, in whatever order they occur to me.
I grip the edge of the bench with trembling fingers and with each stroke of your cock, I let you shove a grunt or a moan or a sigh from my parted lips.
I get fucked as passively as I possibly can, because I have no energy for anything other than letting go of myself. I give myself to you, bent over with my underwear pulled to the side, my legs spread as far as they will allow. Hair tied back in a messy ponytail you can yank on. Cunt wet and willing. Brain switched off.
You call me ‘good girl’ and I don’t even respond, I just keep breathing deep and heavy, pushing out new sounds with every smack of your crotch against my arse, and every stroke of your dick thudding against the back of my cervix.
I squeeze the walls of my cunt tight around you and close my eyes. Blocking out the blank page in front of me, savouring the scent of your deodorant and the sensation of your cock and above all the lingering memory of the way you asked “D’you want to bend over and get fucked?”
You squirt inside me once, twice, three, four times, and I shudder with the pleasure of it, and the sadness that it’s over.
You pull your trousers up, grin, then goes to put the kettle on for a cup of Yorkshire tea.
