safe word. I like that idea. I choose “gentle” to be my safe word. Does that work for you, huh?” She again, waited for a voice.
After a long pause, the door knob turned. “You tellin' me that you are willing to risk being with me, with a fuckin' safe word to stop me?” he said, looking down at her still naked body. “What if it doesn't work?”
“I am willing to take that chance.” She grabbed his hand, and started towards the bed. “Now let’s try this again. If I say “gentle”, you can either stop yourself, or remind yourself to settle down. It can serve either purpose.” She laid down, submitting to him. “I will do anything you want me to do. All you have to do is ask. I don't mind the hair pulling or the occasional slap for fun, but you can't force or rape me.”
He was in awe of her bravery. She had no idea the shit he was capable of, and he had to find it in him to reel it in, if he was going to keep this one coming back.
He started over, kissing her, moving to her tits, remembering to be gentle with them. “That better Hun?” he asked, with his mouth still over her nipple. She responded with a soft moan and then fisted his hair, pushing his mouth back onto her body. He kept going lower and lower, as she kept a handful of his hair.
Finally, he was right where she wanted him. “Put your mouth on me Drifter. I need you to do that, just for me.”
If she only knew. He hadn't done this since he was a teen. There was a girl in high school that he really liked, and she let him lick her pussy. She really liked it and came for him, but after, he couldn't hold back. He ended up forcing himself on her and she never talked to him again. He wasn't sure where these urges came from, although he had some memories of one of his mom's boyfriends, fondling him. He tried to remember more. He knew he had been raped, but couldn't seem to remember who did it. The whole thing was fucked up, and turned him into a monster. He just had to remember that he didn't have to rape this one and he cared about her.
Reel it in, you stupid fuck, he reminded himself, as he lowered his mouth over her. He couldn't remember how to do it, but remembered hearing from another high school guy that all you have to do is kiss their pussy like you would kiss their mouth, and so he did.
“Wow baby, you are amazing,” she said, grinding her hips to meet his mouth. “Try to work my clit more.” She fisted his hair and moved his face up a bit, until he was on her.
He pulled back. For one, to clear his head of how bad he wanted to force her and to ask her what the hell she was talking about.
“What's a clit?” He had obviously heard all about it, but never really cared about it, since fucking was always about him. The bitch was always just a vehicle to get him to come.
She sat up without hesitation, spreading herself open, showing him all the parts of a pussy. She was so nice about it. Then she put her fingers in her mouth and said... “This is my clit, baby, and this is how you work it so I will come. You have done this to me before.” … and she started playing with herself, flicking her moist finger back and forth, over the hard little nub, dipping down to pick up some of her moisture and continuing. “You want to try?” she asked.
He had played with this before, but didn't know what it was, just that it could make a woman come. He was mesmerized watching her play with her own pussy. It was amazing and he wanted her to keep going, so he just sat there in silence as she worked herself into an orgasm. He can't ever remember being so turned on and he wanted to attack her.
She saw
After a long pause, the door knob turned. “You tellin' me that you are willing to risk being with me, with a fuckin' safe word to stop me?” he said, looking down at her still naked body. “What if it doesn't work?”
“I am willing to take that chance.” She grabbed his hand, and started towards the bed. “Now let’s try this again. If I say “gentle”, you can either stop yourself, or remind yourself to settle down. It can serve either purpose.” She laid down, submitting to him. “I will do anything you want me to do. All you have to do is ask. I don't mind the hair pulling or the occasional slap for fun, but you can't force or rape me.”
He was in awe of her bravery. She had no idea the shit he was capable of, and he had to find it in him to reel it in, if he was going to keep this one coming back.
He started over, kissing her, moving to her tits, remembering to be gentle with them. “That better Hun?” he asked, with his mouth still over her nipple. She responded with a soft moan and then fisted his hair, pushing his mouth back onto her body. He kept going lower and lower, as she kept a handful of his hair.
Finally, he was right where she wanted him. “Put your mouth on me Drifter. I need you to do that, just for me.”
If she only knew. He hadn't done this since he was a teen. There was a girl in high school that he really liked, and she let him lick her pussy. She really liked it and came for him, but after, he couldn't hold back. He ended up forcing himself on her and she never talked to him again. He wasn't sure where these urges came from, although he had some memories of one of his mom's boyfriends, fondling him. He tried to remember more. He knew he had been raped, but couldn't seem to remember who did it. The whole thing was fucked up, and turned him into a monster. He just had to remember that he didn't have to rape this one and he cared about her.
Reel it in, you stupid fuck, he reminded himself, as he lowered his mouth over her. He couldn't remember how to do it, but remembered hearing from another high school guy that all you have to do is kiss their pussy like you would kiss their mouth, and so he did.
“Wow baby, you are amazing,” she said, grinding her hips to meet his mouth. “Try to work my clit more.” She fisted his hair and moved his face up a bit, until he was on her.
He pulled back. For one, to clear his head of how bad he wanted to force her and to ask her what the hell she was talking about.
“What's a clit?” He had obviously heard all about it, but never really cared about it, since fucking was always about him. The bitch was always just a vehicle to get him to come.
She sat up without hesitation, spreading herself open, showing him all the parts of a pussy. She was so nice about it. Then she put her fingers in her mouth and said... “This is my clit, baby, and this is how you work it so I will come. You have done this to me before.” … and she started playing with herself, flicking her moist finger back and forth, over the hard little nub, dipping down to pick up some of her moisture and continuing. “You want to try?” she asked.
He had played with this before, but didn't know what it was, just that it could make a woman come. He was mesmerized watching her play with her own pussy. It was amazing and he wanted her to keep going, so he just sat there in silence as she worked herself into an orgasm. He can't ever remember being so turned on and he wanted to attack her.
She saw
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