FabSwingers.com > Forums > Stories and Fantasies > The Chooser - Part 2
The Chooser - Part 2
Jump to: Newest in thread
 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
...The hot water felt good on my skin and and the citrus shower gel was a refreshing change from the sweat and cum. Though I strained to hear, I wasn't sure if I'd hear the sound of the door closing over the running water. Never mind, I thought - he'll do as he was told.
My vagina felt good, satisfying well used though not sore, pleasingly stretched but not hurt and my clitoris was still gently reminding me of my orgasm as the hot water ran between my legs. I soaped my skin first, my breasts felt deliciously full, my stomach and legs smooth and my nipples firm under my slipper touch. The afternoon had worked out well - I wanted more. I mused on who was in charge in the situation and I liked that I couldn't quite work it out.
We shared a few messages through the coming weeks, I was enjoying teasing him and his slightly too eager attempts at arranging a re-run. But I knew there would be more as every time he reminded me of some delicious detail of how those men had used me and how he had watched I felt the urge swell in the pit of my stomach.
If anything, I wanted it more now - not that I'd tell him.
Not yet, anyway... |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
After our first meeting I wrote down some of my thoughts and memories, as I often do after some new encounter, trying I think, to work out further where my pleasure lies.
I looked back on my notes a few times over these weeks as he was gently encouraging me to do something similar again.
I had written that I liked my new friend but "he was more of a prop or support than a partner" and that I wasn't really interested in his orgasm or satisfaction - it was nice that he was turned on for sure but it wasn't my focus. I wasn't there to please him, THEY were there to please me. I think he was the means, not the end.
His desire to choose was interesting and I had written that I "liked him being in control of that" - and reflecting now, as I thought of doing it again, this was the thing that I wanted to push further. I think I liked being used in that way and I think needed something more. I had written "fat cock - very good" which wasn't my finest literary flourish but definitely occupied my mind when thinking of doing this again.
I wanted used more and more completely.
I messaged my friend to say that I might be interested in that re-run. He near instant response told me he was keen too. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
I was more than I little disappointed with his response to my question "how will you choose to give me more of what I need"?
He seemed to have run out of ideas already when suggesting essentially another identical, chance based, meeting at my place. I decided I needed to set him some guidance and rules. I was clearer now in what I wanted.
"It's going to be at your place. In an evening and I want you dressed simply and smelling good. I will arrive and you will tell me how to present myself. I want you to choose well, and in advance. Tell them they aren't too talk at all in my presence. I don't want to see them and I want more than one person there at a time. Can you do that for me?"
"I can try" he offered.
"I don't want you to try, I want you to arrange it".
"Okay, let me see what I can do. I'll message you soon"
"Do you still like being my chooser?" I asked.
"Yes". |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
He messaged to say it was difficult trying to arrange as people less keen to reply to his profile.
Feeling clear and focused now I simply told him I didn't want to hear from him until he had a date and a time. He quickly agreed with an apology to go with it. A pattern, no, an agreement was becoming established between us.
If truth be told I was making up my new commanding and demanding persona as I went along but it seemed to fit how I felt about this...I did want my body exposed and used, and I wanted that on my terms and I was frustrated now at what felt like delay.
I was aching for this.
|
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
His message caused my stomach to drop immediately. That surprised, deep, urgent, almost sinking feeling. That desire that that has no simple description.
"Okay, finally. Sorry. Can you come on Sunday 29th May at 8.30pm? My address is 49 Newlands Road x"
"Yes"
In the days ahead I was focussed on almost nothing else. A part of me felt sure it wouldn't happen and another was terrified that it would. I decided not to touch myself ahead of the day, and this, albeit brief, denial had the desired effect of heightening my anticipatory excitement and torment.
When the day arrived my desire mixed with a gently anxiety to create a pressure in my chest that was both delicious and suffocating.
I took the bus first and then walked the short way to his address. I made my way uncertainly through a warm Glasgow evening into a leafy neighbourhood that seemed the antithesis of what I thought I was about to do. But I kept walking till I arrived at his expensive looking Victorian era house.
I pressed the buzzer and soon saw his shape approaching behind the pattered glass of his front door.
I could hardly breathe. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
I tried to remember it as best I could and noted everything that came to mind:
"Glad he didn't try to kiss me - though he looked as sweet and kind as before. White t-shirt, blue jeans and bare feet. Taking my hand was a nice touch - like. House was cool and spacious but not cold. Into a largeish bedroom - not sure it was his"
"Nervousness and uncertainty in his voice when he asked me to address - annoying. Made my undressing feel awkward - which I didn't want. Struggled to feel at ease. Felt better when he approached with the little blindfold. Glad to disappear behind it."
"Hands on my waist and hips, moving me. Over a few steps, gentle. A hand on my breast then my nipple squeezed hard - wanted to scream. Didn't. Bit my lip. Hard."
"Knees to the floor, pushed forward onto the bed. Duvet cool on skin, smelt like it had been washed. Annoyed me for some reason. Almost icy on my skin now and legs felt cold too. Hands pulled forward and together and then bound. He asked if he could - annoying - but nodded. I guess he saw. My tied hands then bound to the headboard in some way?"
"Quiet. His steps but faintly. Waiting. Moistening, probably glistening. Liked. Afraid though. More waiting. Relaxed a little but still afraid."
"Doors opening and closing downstairs. Two or three times maybe - seemed close together. Maybe just once? Still waiting. Shifted my knees further apart."
"Footsteps, all sounded soft. Hard to count. Presence in the room. Breathing, shuffling and the smell of fragrances eventually. Whispering - v annoying"
"Watching me, they could see my excitement? Probably. Like. Like. Knees further apart." |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
..."footsteps immediately followed by the smack. First one was best. The weight of the smack felt heavy, the hand big. The sting deep and and clean. The others less thrilling but still enjoyable, the first one on the right cheek nearly as good."
"I hoped my cheeks were red and I hoped they were watching closely..of course they were? I think I stayed silent, the freshly washed bedding against my face maybe stifled my groans? I remember the smell again. The sound was also good - like it was happening to someone else even"
"Maybe five minutes? Or Ten? Not pain, just heat. Had my friend told them to do this? I liked it anyway."
"Next thing equally surprising. More shuffling and steps. Before I felt her tongue, I felt her hair brush and rest against my stinging checks. Like. I quickly thought that it might be a woman, but her perfumed scent filled my nose to confirm. She didn't wait and begun licking me - delicately at first but then with more pressure and wetly - more satisfying. Liked. I was totally exposed and she didn't leave any part unexplored. I wondered if the smacking/woman's touch juxtaposition was deliberately planned? Probably. It worked anyway. I was groaning now and when her tongue reached down to my clit I knew an orgasm would follow quickly. She slid her fingers into me a little as she licked and that was nearly enough but it was when she took them out, reached over me and suddenly pushed them into my mouth that it began I think. Not exactly sure what next but she had her mouth firmly over my clit as I came. Incredible. I remember that. Liked a lot. Her hands felt small on my cheeks. Not like the smacks" |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
"after that it was the fucking I think. First cock good - not huge but needed. I made more noise to encourage them. Harder, faster, like, and then the hot liquid on my back.
Felt like they were all close, not sure how many. Hands on me, not sure what they were doing but the cum on my back was being touched or scooped or something.
The many hands was v good. *More of that in future*
Two hands held my cheeks apart, exposed - loved that. Other hands helping and stroking my back and legs and lips. I must have looked red, wet and open.
The next cock very good, thicker and slower. Just filling me and he came inside me quite quickly - glad in a way. Felt good.
More hands, pulled apart again, were they all watching? Loved that. I could smell all their expensive scents mixing and close. I buried my face into the duvet. I remember that.
Nothing.
I made noises of approval to encourage but they were done.
Hushed voices, a laugh and then steps on the landing.
Felt like a long time before he came back. He untied my hands, wrapped me a large white bathrobe and told me where the bathroom was. He kissed my forehead and I left the room to get cleaned up.
Enjoyed that kiss.
He was learning." |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
|
By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
|
""after that it was the fucking I think. First cock good - not huge but needed. I made more noise to encourage them. Harder, faster, like, and then the hot liquid on my back.
Felt like they were all close, not sure how many. Hands on me, not sure what they were doing but the cum on my back was being touched or scooped or something.
The many hands was v good. *More of that in future*
Two hands held my cheeks apart, exposed - loved that. Other hands helping and stroking my back and legs and lips. I must have looked red, wet and open.
The next cock very good, thicker and slower. Just filling me and he came inside me quite quickly - glad in a way. Felt good.
More hands, pulled apart again, were they all watching? Loved that. I could smell all their expensive scents mixing and close. I buried my face into the duvet. I remember that.
Nothing.
I made noises of approval to encourage but they were done.
Hushed voices, a laugh and then steps on the landing.
Felt like a long time before he came back. He untied my hands, wrapped me a large white bathrobe and told me where the bathroom was. He kissed my forehead and I left the room to get cleaned up.
Enjoyed that kiss.
He was learning.""
Another great instalment  |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
» Add a new message to this topic
