Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “A Perfect Welcome”. Dear Sir, I dreamed of how your hand felt inside me. Yes, the dream was so vivid that I could feel your fist move, twist and turn, shaping itself into the perfect formation to spread and stimulate me from within.
I feel it even now, as though i was still lying beside you, still, pliant and obedient. Twitching and jerking from both the aftershocks of one gushing orgasm, and the tingles of another.
This dream was a case of art imitating life, not the other way around. You are constantly in my head, my heart, my ears, my cunt.
Dreamy, yes but real.
I love when you dominate me. I do and this episode is for you, Sir. Do you love me journaling our adventures? I know you do.. let’s begin…
My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir opened the double doors to His fabulous hotel suite, pulled me inside and gathered me in His arms. As His lips met mine and we eagerly devoured each others mouths, His hands roamed under my coat and clothes, taking stock of this body that belongs to Him. He lifted up my skirt, and i could feel and taste His satisfaction at the garter belt and stockings i’d worn, just as instructed.
I love when Sir gives me demands. Oh yes I do.
In a single movement he pushed my coat and scarf off my body, and they landed in a puddle at my feet. As we kissed, He took my hand and pressed it against His crotch, so i could feel His hard cock straining at His jeans. “Feel that?” He asked “Feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned.
He guided me over to the dining table in that fabulous suite, and pushed me down on it. His hands continued to roam all over my body and my face, possessing what is His already. Hands squeezing and rubbing my nipples, pressing against my cunt, fingers sliding into my mouth to be sucked.
i lay there on the slick table, the smooth surface allowing Him to move me around as He desired. Positioning my head near the edge of the table. The Doctor unzipped His pants and gave me the privilege of sucking Him for a little while.
Then He was moving me yet again, moving my ass to the edge of the table, pulling my skirt up, and pushing my panties to one side as He slid His cock – slick and moist with my saliva – into my wet and eager cunt, fucking me right there on the table, just like i’ve fantasized about, just like the object that i want to be for Him.
Fucking me as i gripped the edge of the table to hold on. Fucking me until He came and my cunt thrilled with the feel of His cum inside of me, clenching and releasing, rejoicing in the feel of Him.
