For my boyfriend, it was just another day of me getting home from the gym. He didn’t know I’d spent some extra time on the treadmill to get sweatier for my plan. My sports bra and shorts were damp with sweat and carried the appropriate scent for the occasion.
“Hey, babe,” I called out to him from the living room while I took off my shoes.
He popped out the kitchen with a bottle of water and his video game controller. “Good workout? You look sweaty,” he said.
“Uh, yeah, but before anything else happens, I wanted you to know I heard what you told your gaming friends last night,” I revealed.
He smiled and said, “What exactly? I tell them a whole lot of bullshit.”
We shared a playful relationship, but I wasn’t letting him off the hook so easily. “No, you know what I’m talking about,” I said, pressing him further.
He looked away from me, pretending to suddenly remember what I must’ve heard. “Oh, you mean about not eating pussy.”
Him outing himself in my presence never got old. “You haven’t done it in a while. I think the bullshit you see and hear online is getting to you,” I said, switching to my more dominant side.
“No, babe, I’ve just been—” he tried to explain but I interrupted him.
“I don’t wanna hear it. You always want my mouth but never give me yours. Get on your fucking knees right now,” I commanded, pointing to the area below me.
“What’s this about? Why are you so angry?” he asked, shaking his head, still trying to find his way out.
I made eye contact with him and repeatedly pointed below me. “You used to eat it so good when we were dating, now you think you can skip it on some Alpha male bullshit. Eat my pussy or we aren’t fucking anymore,” I said, flexing my control over him.
My usually bubbly personality brought many smiles to his face but this time it felt good to wipe it right off. “Nah, you gotta be trolling me. Take a shower first, you’re all sweaty,” he said.
“I’m not fucking playing with you. You got five seconds. Five…four…three,” I began my countdown.
He freed his hands and hurried to his knees in front of me. He kissed his way up my thighs and caressed the back of my legs. His mouth was eager, trailing the meal his nose had located. His lips acquainted themselves with the fabric of my shorts, kissing and licking over my pussy, treating his taste buds to my pussy sweat for the first time. For his hands, nothing was new, straight to fondling my ass.
I wanted him to understand it was about our intimate dynamic, not about what other people thought. The alternative was withholding oral sex from him until he ate me out, but unlike him, I found power in my submission and loved pleasing him.
I placed my hand on his forehead, making him stop, and pressed my pussy against his flat tongue. It was too early for my juices to run into his mouth, but at least he could feel it was getting hotter by the second.
“You won’t admit it, but you love this,” I said, hearing the muffled moans through his kisses.
I turned around and slightly bent over to give him better access to my ass. He dove mouth first like a starving dog, kissing the length of the scrunch between my cheeks. He alternated kisses, giving each cheek the same treatment, then licked the glute-enhancing contour on the fabric that had the most sweat.
He knew he was wrong, and like the good boyfriend he was, he knew when and how to apologize. I didn’t need his words, actions were always my preferred method. The gasps for air from worshipping my ass were more than enough.
He helped me peel down my shorts and continued smacking his lips over my bare cheeks. Only a tiny thong stood between him and what made him weakest. His tongue kept working the same path, motivated by one less layer of clothing, and able to taste more pussy juice than sweat.
I knew his cock was throbbing hard, but it was the combination of his mouth and hands that assured me he was having a good time. It was pleasure with a hint of torture for him, so I let him enjoy it a bit longer before moving to the couch. “Show me how much you wanna fuck me,” I said.
He got between my legs and scooted half my butt off the couch. His mouth went directly over the soaked gusset of my thong and sucked the air out of his cheeks to make the thin fabric cling to my lips even more.
“You’re so hot and juicy,” he said, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my thong.
I lifted my hips and watched as he pulled my thong off. “It happens when you’re a good boy,” I said.
He admired my swollen clit for a moment then wrapped his hands around my thighs as he dove back in. He traced my outer lips a couple of times before centering his tongue and running it the length of my slit. Each lapping of his tongue cleaned more sweat off until he could taste pure pussy juice.
His lips planted a soft kiss on my clit, begging it to forgive their absence. The repeated kisses gave way to the tip of his tongue that got a moan out of me. The varied swirling of his tongue melted my stress away, sending me into a state of relaxation I wanted to visit way more often.
I ran my hand through his hair and pulled him closer. “You’re so good at it, babe. This is why I hate when you don’t do it,” I said.
He sealed his lips around my clit and suckled on it, making me squirm and push my hips towards him. I rewarded his good behavior with a light gush of juices that caught his mouth off guard. He detached his lips and let some of it trail down his chin while swallowing the remainder.
I placed both hands behind his neck and brought him back in. “Suck my clit,” I said, referencing the many times he’d told me, suck my cock, in his dominant displays.
He returned his lips to action. This time with his hand freeing his cock for some relief. Even in my dominant mood, I wasn’t going to stop him because I also gave myself a hand when working on my knees.
“It’s for your own good. The more you eat it, the better it’s gonna feel on your cock,” I said, releasing another gush into his mouth.
The erotic multitasking overwhelmed him. He drank all my juices while furiously stroking his jealous cock. He wasn’t used to putting his pleasure second but the promise of my sultry pussy made him surrender.
“I can’t take it anymore, please let me fuck, I need your pussy,” he begged, looking up at me.
I loved hearing him beg. His words sounded convincing enough for the next step. I helped him to his feet and we switched positions. “Okay, sit back and let me use your cock like a toy,” I said.
I mounted him and he wasted no time pulling up my bra and getting a mouthful of my breasts. Like he had done with my pussy, he licked the sweat clean, and worked his swirling tongue. One hand fondled my free breast while the other reached around to tap his cock against my ass cheeks.
I lifted myself and pressed my swollen lips against his shaft. “You feel how hot it is? How bad do you want it?” I asked, teasing him to his limit.
He brought his other hand to my ass and squeezed it to beg for mercy. “I’ll eat your pussy every time, I promise,” he said.
Satisfied with his answer, I lowered my pussy just enough to welcome his tip inside me. I teased it with a circular motion. One last show of the control I had over him and his pleasure. I slid down his shaft until he closed his eyes and moaned between my breasts.
He usually relaxed and let me do all the work, but this time he held me tightly and devoured my nipples. This added benefit of lightly dominating him was euphoric. He’d never felt my pussy react to him like this before, and I knew he would become addicted to the art of reciprocating.
“You made it this hot and juicy,” I whispered his own words into his ear, knowing he could hear my sopping pussy working on him.
My hips rendered him my real toy made out of throbbing flesh. I went down halfway past his length and came back up, only taking him to the hilt every several bounces. I repeated the same motion but lowered the interval between full bounces until he was breathing harder.
His hands palmed my ass as if trying to hang on. I had him right where I wanted him, with no control and fighting to withstand my sultriness. Best of all, my juices running down his shaft destroyed his nonsensical rhetoric.
To push him over the edge, every time I went up, I came back down with a crash of my cheeks on his thighs. “It’s a woman’s world, babe,” I said, adding the final touches to my argument. “Don’t fight it, give in, it feels so good to give in.”
With an overwhelming moan that escaped his clenched teeth, he erupted his orgasm inside of my own. A forceful rope of cum splashed against my walls, leading the way for subsequent ones to try and match the vigor of the first. I welcomed each one with a pulsing squeeze that blended our juices together.
I loved my boyfriend, and never doubted his feelings for me, but it was important for me to establish a baseline of respect. If dabbling into a power dynamic is what it took then I was willing to show him a more dominant side. I was certain he would come to understand that eating pussy was a privilege, one that rewarded him with powerful orgasms and rewired his mind to the modern world.
