A Beautiful Thing

These Johannesburg BDSM parties get dull when the mood isn’t right; hence, I don’t go there often. Since I released my last sub, I’ve had a few run-ins with sub-frenzy women in these spaces and used them just to get my cock wet. You could smell their desperation for maltreatment and “life-changing” dick — the pretentiousness is repulsive. The only thing that kept my cock hard in such set-ups was the prospect of effortlessly busting a nut —  that’s how easy those pseudo-submissives were. None of them moved me, unlike the gem I met last night.

It was a typical Wednesday evening out on the town after work. I’d been working on several projects in the last few weeks and needed a release. The Dungeon is packed with beautiful bodies intertwined in moments of lustful passion. The air smells like sex, the kind you get flashbacks about in the middle of a meeting on the worst day at work. I was at the bar enjoying what was probably my third glass of whiskey when I caught a glimpse of one of God’s greatest gifts — if God truly exists. A beautiful thing. She was on the dance floor, naked and free from shame. Her confidence to dance alone in a large warehouse filled with strangers captured my attention, and her voluptuous body and radiant smile captivated me. For the first time, I felt what others would describe as simultaneous fear and lust for a beautiful stranger. I had to have her. She had to be mine, and I knew exactly how to get her.

I stalked her for a short while, trying my best to remain out of sight whenever I felt the urge to touch my aching cock whenever she moved her body in a way that made it jump with excitement. For a moment, I mustered up enough courage to move to her once she stopped dancing to fetch a drink from the bar. Upon approaching my prey, I said, “There’s a question that’s been bothering me, and I believe you have the answer. Do you think a hot dog is a sandwich, and if so, explain your answer.” She briefly made a face that discouraged me and then burst into laughter before answering. “I believe it is since it comprises a sausage between two halves of a bun.” From her answer, I knew she was coming home with me and would probably be mine for a long time, so I continued our conversation. “A woman of culture, I see… I suppose any sausage would qualify a hot dog as such unless there’s a specific kind of sausage that experts such as yourself may recommend. Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Here’s my unofficial expert opinion: like people, sandwiches are diverse. Some sandwiches become creampies with the right ingredients. Those are my personal favourites.”, she responded. I tried my level best to hide my cock’s jumps, but it seemed to slightly poke at her belly whenever she smiled or whenever she gave me an answer to my silly questions. I needed this woman in my life and bouncing on my cock right then and there, but I wanted to work to earn her trust for things to go my way, so I ordered us both drinks and led her to a booth across the room so we could chat more. The banter continued with me asking her for any cream pie recipes she may recommend. “The thing I appreciate about creampies is all the ingredients are organic, and all you’ll need are you and I. Here, let me demonstrate it for you…” Seated next to me in the booth, she motioned for me to turn to face away from her as she straddled me from behind.

Her legs were wrapped around my waist, and her hands massaged my back as she instructed me to breathe deeply with my eyes closed. I immediately felt relaxed in her embrace and even more aroused when she asked for consent for her pretty feet to tease my bulging, rock-hard cock. Feeling her breath warm up the skin on my back took me to a place of bliss I’d never been to before, and the Dom in me wanted to experience what she had to give. In a sensual tone, she instructed me to imagine her and me on a private beach as the sunset. The sky’s purple-pink-orange with fluffy clouds slowly passing by. All the walls the emotionally blind architect in me built over the years came crashing down at the sight of her vision, and when she asked, “Do I have permission to touch your cock with my hands?” I nodded, and every source of distress I carried into this space melted away at the touch of her hand.

She applies a bit of lube onto her palms and embraces my cock with her manicured hands. “Picture yourself looking at the horizon, watching the sun setting and listening to the crashing waves, baby. I’m now kneeling before you, nipple clamps on my breasts, a collar you’ve chosen for me across my neck and my hair flowing in the wind. Take your hand and caress my breasts; explore the bosom I’ve given you to own. Tug on the clamps, make me whimper in pain and lust as you command me to keep my gaze fixed on you.” She’s gently tugging at my cock, ensuring her hands cover every inch of it, feeling its filled veins, girth and curvature. Whenever she gets to the base of my cock, one of her hands gives my swollen balls a gentle squeeze. I adjust my posture and find rest on her chest — which she allows. With her lips to my ear, she checks in with me, and I’m damn near crying at how considerate and sexy she is — but I choose to nod instead. I can’t let her see me weak, not just yet…

“Let that same hand make its way to my neck; raise my head gently with your grip to lift my chest slightly. Take my breath away the right way for a while, as the vision of my breasts bouncing should be the last thing you see before you lower my head to let me kiss your cock. Instruct me to obey you, to honour your presence before me with worship. Let your cock find refuge from the worries of the world along my tongue and down my throat. May the softness of my lips wrap around you like a safety blanket and the wetness of your chosen orifice refresh you. Picture my eyes shut from strain as you explore the breadth of my throat and open with tears streaming down as I catch my breath again to thank you for this gift. Let my hand guide my mouth and prepare you for the security of my cooch, which is soaking and yearns for you.” The image of her beautiful face looking up at me had me so close to cumming in her palm, but I decided against it because I wanted more. More of this. More of her…

I’m now kneeling behind her on the beachfront as she’s bent over to expose her big, bouncy bubble-butt. “Now, imagine my manicured hands separating my ass-cheeks to show off my butt plug to you… Are you impressed with me, Daddy? Do you like what you see?” she says expectantly. “Yes, I am pleased.”, I respond breathlessly. “Thank you, Daddy. Now, your hands are caressing my hips and ass as your cock teases my fat, wet pussy. The impact of your hands spanking me makes me moan with appreciation and quiver in anticipation of you. As your fingers make their way to my cunt, you sense my desire for you from my juices making a mess on you already.”, she says seductively. Her hands are moving with more vigour along my cock, and I can hear heavy breathing synchronise with mine.

“Hold your cock against my clit, rub on it with the tip as I moan and beg for you to ruin me in the best way. As you grip my waist, I align my lower body to have your cock placed right at the mouth of my overflowing well. I push my body back against yours as you fix your gaze on the sun-kissed horizon. Listen to the sound of my moans compete with crashing ocean waves to clear your mind. Feel the moisture inspired by you and the wetness I produce at the thought of you. Experience the security of my pussy as your presence inside me brings me closer to euphoria. The more I push back, the louder I moan, and the tighter your grip on my waist becomes.”, she continues. I’m so close to cumming I could scream. Mama didn’t raise a bitch, but I’ll remain strong for her because I can tell how much she enjoys watching me squirm while she has my life in her hands — literally.

“Fix your gaze on my body before you. Notice how my body responds to your stimulation, especially how wet I get when you affirm me. Let your words encourage me to do better for your pleasure, be better for you and to earn the warmth of your cum. Acknowledge my eagerness to please you and reward me with a smack against my cheeks. Instruct me to look back at you so you can see how you make me weak from agonising pleasure reading off my face. Look back into my pleading eyes and see how badly I want to be ruined. To be of use to you. To be yours… Let my body be the reservoir for your seed to germinate and produce fruit forbidden for others and reserved just for you. Cum inside me, Daddy…” I could no longer hold back my pleasure, so I spilt my seed over her hands as she continued stroking my cock and breathing against my ear.

I could sense her cheeks swelling as she smiled while watching me cum so enthusiastically just from her words which, like scripture, feed my soul. “THAT is how you make a cream pie!” she said with roaring laughter. I want for nothing else but her. As I recover from the mess I made on her, I raise my body and turn to passionately kiss her. “For as long as you can, you’re mine. I have no intentions of letting you go in this lifetime.” I told her. “I don’t have that long… Well, not until you take your last breath…” she responded before kissing me.