A Story of a Boyfriend Used to Dominating in Bed (Femdom)
He loved the way she tried to hide her exhaustion when she came home from her job, but melted into groans of relief when he massaged it out of her. Then she would complain about all of it, tired but slowly smiling as she vented. How could a woman be so cute even as she griped of her cubicle neighbors and absentminded boss?
He loved the way she skipped when no one but he was watching in grocery stores, and when he mentioned that she was probably caught on security camera she blushed into her hands.
He loved how she giggled, gasped softly at cute things and loudly at genuinely shocking things. How she adored cutesy things and was easily embarassed to admit loving said cute things.
He had the cutest girlfriend in the world.
And he longed to break her in bed one day. Not roughly, and definitely not to hurt her. He wanted to love her so well and expertly, and so powerfully, it ruined her.
***
She sat on their bed, already nude when he got home. His surprise and smile must have amused her because she gave her soft little giggle. But however funny he might have looked could not have matched her priceless expression when he stripped down.
He was a big man. A strong man as well. Toned and large from years of American football and exercise. She turned beet red at his muscles.
He approached her and looked down. Sitting on the bed she barely came up to his chest.
“Dear,” she muttered and touched his body. She felt his muscles and sighed.
He was ready to break her so.
“Lie down,” he said. She did so. Her petite body was so small, covering very little of their queen sized bed.
He began phase one of his plan to break her. First he bent down to kiss her. Her soft lips and smaller tongue. She grasped his head as they made out, tongue nimble and equal footing with his. She was no novice in kisses, he admitted.
He drifted downward, enjoying her little neck, chest, lingering a bit between her breasts that he gently fondled in his large hands. He went down… and skipped over her crotch in favor of her thighs. She pouted for a second, but he knew she would forgive him.
Right… now.
She gasped as he approached her vaginal lips, gently tasting her. He didn’t stop until he felt her loosen, and then advanced. He wanted to break her, not hurt her after all.
He explored the inner of her, experienced and very generous. He felt confident he could break her with his lips and tongue alone…
She tapped his head, and he stopped. He was surprised at her expression. Blushing and obviously enjoying all of what he was offering… but winking and smug.
“Enough, love,” she said.
*** *** ***
She had her legs wide open and wrapped around him. She swallowed nervously at his dick’s girth and length. He smiled.
“If you’re having second thoughts…” he whispered.
“Fuck me,” she whispered back. She smiled. “As roughly as you like.”
He chuckled at her bold words, but definitely would not be doing so. He entered her slowly.
She had been loosened and wet from his masterful tonguework, but still felt amazing around him. As he felt her pussy down and down his cock and heard her small whimpers he smiled.
Then he began to hump. Slowly, but firm. After all, she was daring him like such a naughty girl. He would show her.
His thrusts elicited only slightly louder moans… He felt her wrapped around him and each thrust was amazing.
He bit his lips. Admittedly, he hadn’t felt so embarrassingly close to cumming so quickly since his first time…
His cute little girlfriend was holding on so well. She moaned as he thrusted firmer and firmer, quicker and quicker, but not getting much louder. He grew a little frustrated.
Worse yet, he felt himself about to cum all too early… He slowed down. She smiled smugly.
“What’s wrong?” she said, daring him once again. He picked up the pace, redoubling his efforts.
He thrusted his hips faster, his entire dick entering her each time now. She squealed in delight, but… but wasn’t breaking. He was beginning to sweat.
She was so small, so cute. He wanted to make her moan. He wanted her to scream with passion. Just like his one night stands and exes before her.
After three minutes he was close, but he could see she was too. She had began gasping louder and louder, almost shouting. She would cum before him!
But suddenly, he felt her tighten around him. Each time he thrusted, at just the right moment, he felt her tighten. It was amazing. It was so shockingly effectively.
She came, but not before him. In just three thrusts and three squeezes he had to pull out, cumming all over her torso and crying aloud alongside her…
*** *** ***
“What’s wrong, love?” she said, seeing him disappointed in himself.
“Nothing,” he mumbled. She frowned. Then she smiled.
“Are you upset?” she whispered. “Upset that I made you cum first?”
She giggled and laid down. She shook her head at his foolishness. This mad him just mad enough. The right amount of frustration. He would show her.
After a few minutes of rest he grasped her shoulder and whispered. “Again?”
*** ***
He was in her again. Having cum once already, he was readier for a longer time.
His thrusts were hard, now knowing she could take more than she let on. She seemed to enjoy how rough he was being, crying out louder with a big smile on her cute little face. She clung to his sides, unable to reach his shoulders, and matched his rhythm perfectly.
Now he added small circles to his thrusts, keeping the rhythm but not necessarily the form. Consistent rhythm, but hitting different spots, different nerves, keeping on her toes. She was getting closer and closer to orgasm, much faster this time. He had her now!
She was going to break. He would fuck her so hard she would cry out. She wouldn’t dare ask to stop, but it would be just on the cusp of what she could handle…
Suddenly, her legs wrapped around his hips held harder. She began matching his rhythm, humping him as hard as he was her. He felt the pressure build so quickly…
He cried out just before her. He didn’t pull out this time, and she humped him to orgasm. Another near simultaneous orgasm. Another tie.
*** ***
Now she was on top. He stared at her with a slight tremble. Her smug smile, and hungry expression.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” she whispered. He swallowed, intimidated. He nodded.
She took him in her, the third time that night. She began mercifully slow. She squeezed him within her all the way down to his shaft.
She began to bounce and he loved it. She grasped at his chest with her nails and it hurt, but he didn’t mind at all. It added to her power over him.
She knew where to touch and when. She knew the best rhythm. She had such power.
He thrusted in sync with her bounce and she returned fire in turn. She squeezed him within her with such thorough knowledge of what worked for him.
He began to cry out as she giggled. She teased and teased and squeezed and squeezed, and didn’t let up.
And they both cried out as he came, and she came soon after.
He was wrecked and ragged and she stayed atop him, lying down on him to rest. He was broken and under her, where he belonged.
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