A Follower Submission Story!
With your tits up against the window, you allow yourself to admit that the heat of the sun feels soothing on your bare skin. You can’t help, however, the flutter your feel in your stomach when you look down and see cars and pedestrians far below you. You understand now why I made sure the windows were made of safety glass at the front desk.
You ask me if you can come back to the bed, and with a smile I say “not yet, sweetheart.”
You swear you can feel the eyes on you from the office buildings, hotels, and apartments that surround our hotel room.
How many of them could there possible be? You can’t be sure how long you’ve been there, but surely more than a few people have noticed your body pushing towards them. You imagine what they look like. You see Monday to Friday office workers, dressed in bland grays and whites, staring at you from their computer desks. Below them, a woman in tight yoga pants is twisting her body in front of her television. Next to her you see a man lounging on his couch. Off on a Tuesday. Must be nice.
As your eyes scan the endless windows, you spot a man staring right at you. You feel embarassment flood your face. You can’t be certain, but you think you see him petting his cock through his dress pants.
The sound of pants unzipping startles you. How can you possible hear him? You see his swollen cock is in hand now, and your body quivers. He wants you so badly, and you’re giving yourself up to him. Your pussy begins to tremble and leak, a small puddle forming on the carpet between your feet, despite the deep aching you still feel from the night before last.
You shut your eyes when you feel fingertips on your flesh. Is he behind you? Did he abandon his post, bound by a craving too irresistible to deny? You imagine the trouble he will get when he returns, but you know the places he is about to take you are more than worth it.
You reach behind you and feel his thick, throbbing cock in your hand. The twisted veins and ridges that run down his length feel familiar.
When you open your eyes you see him there still, turned away from his desk admiring you. A long sigh escapes your lungs as you feel your mind return to the hotel room. Somehow you had forgotten I was here with you, but you’re glad I still am. I run my hands across your skin, exploring every inch of your beauty, rediscovering my favourite parts of you. I trace the dimples on your arched back with the tip of my thumb. I draw a line from your lower back to your leg. I take hold of the flesh beneath your ass and pull you apart. Your mouth opens in a gasp and I feel your hand tighten around my thickness. You pull me towards you, your pussy still dripping.
"Not yet, my love." You feel yourself pulled open once again. "Put your legs together for me." You oblige unquestioningly. You open up a third time, only this time you stay open.
"Please," you muster.
"Relax, darling." You feel my cock leave your hand. You close your eyes and try to silence the primal craving to feel full screaming inside you.
They snap open again when you feel the tip of my tongue against you. I trace the outer lips of your pussy with it, taking some of your wetness with me and leaving some of my own behind. Your flesh feels as though it must stretch out for miles as my tongue glides across the crack of your ass to your other hole.
"How did that feel?" My words push their way inside you, the bass in my voice causing your pussy to quake.
A moan is all you can muster.
"Good. I’m glad you’re happy I’m me, and not some stranger across the street who couldn’t help but risk his job to take you."
Your chest begins to heave. How did I know? Did you say something aloud? Did I see you staring longingly at the office worker’s cock?
"I-" you start in protest, but when my lips wrap around your sweetness you forget language. I pull the delicious folds of your opening into my mouth, allowing myself a generous suck or two before releasing you from my lips.
"It’s okay, sweetie. The world wants you. They cry out to taste of you," I wrap my lips around your sweetness again, a stream of juice now carving a path down your thigh. I pull you in and out of my mouth, drowning myself in your wonderful taste. You feel the heat of of the sun inside you, burning for release. Your pussy begins to throb and shake. You can feel your release edging closer and closer. Your legs begin to shake. Staring down at the world below you feel as though you’re falling. I place my hands on your thighs and push myself away before relief consumes you.
"They want to feel you wrapped around them." You feel me stand. You feel my cock throbbing between your legs, radiating heat. I pull you apart with my hands once again and you feel my cock push it’s way between your legs. You look down and see the swollen head pressed against your clit, pulsing and growing. You can feel the ridges of my length crashing against your doorway. "Keep your legs together."
I begin to slide myself back and forth between your thighs, allowing the length of your pussy to grind against the throbbing veins of my cock. It’s slow and deliberate at first, a gentle pause between each coarse caress. Time barely passes before you feel my hands squeezing tight around you. You can feel the composure leaving me, a caged animal inside rearing in anticipation. You smile knowing the cage will open soon.
I throw you to the floor, and before I can make the demand you’re raising your ass to me, a slight shake inviting me to take what is mine. I kneel behind you and push myself inside you. My swollen desire fills you, and your body heaves as my cock slams into you deeper and deeper with every thrust. You can feel the veins and ridges of my cock dragging against the walls of your sweetness as I push and pull myself in and out of you. I take your hip in one hand and your hair in the other and pull you into me. I dip my cock downward and let it steal a drink from the river cascading outward beneath your legs before sliding it back inside you. You can feel me swelling. You close your eyes and smile. Already you’re imagining the warm, white ropes of my frustration pouring onto your skin, one after the other.
I have you on your back in an instant. You open your eyes and my cock is there to greet you, swollen and throbbing above your face. As if in reflex your mouth opens wide for me.
I imagine all the ways I want to tease your open mouth. I see myself grinding my cock against your face, a thumb against your tongue holding your begging lips away. I see myself holding the tip of my cock inside your mouth, and you with willful tears in your eyes, unsure of how much longer you can obey the order of “Do not suck.”
When your mouth opens for me, however, desire envelops me. My cock finds home deep in your throat. I feel you close around me, followed by a desperate gag as you attempt to swallow me down. I feel your tongue wrap around me and your hand pulling me deeper into your pleasure.
I thrust against you, feeding you my thickness. Your hand leaves and your throat opens. I look down at you and see your eyes staring up at me. “Ravage me,” they say. “Use me,” they scream.
When the tip of your nose connects with my stomach you gag in kind. Never have I made your throat feel so full. You can feel my cock swelling inside you. You reach up and grasp my balls, milking my frustrations out of me.
A moan is all you can muster as my cock swells to my release, a throb followed by another shooting my relief down your throat.
A moan is all I can muster as I pull myself from your mouth,r ope after rope of my frustration pouring out onto your face, with no end in sight.
I lean back and allow my warmth to splash against your chest an stomach. I flip you over and the last few ropes crash against your ass.
"The world may scream out to taste you, but their need for you will never take you places like mine does."