Me and my Man

Weekend With My Man

Part 1  

I woke to a dark room.  As I sought to get my bearings, I realized it was the early hours of the morning.  I looked over towards where his huge frame should be resting to see that he was sitting up, looking at his phone.   

“Hey.” He said. 

“Hey” I replied. 

“Are you ready?” He asked. 

“For sex?  Always with you.” I said. 

“Doggie-style, at the edge of the bed.” He commanded. 

I moved over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the lube and poppers as my brain was in a sleepy fog.  I squired some lube into my hand, grasped his already-hard cock, and proceeded to grease him up.  As I squeezed his cock I reached my head behind him, meeting him in a kiss that was passionate but short.  He pushed me down on all fours, chest touching the bed.  He used some lube to wet my hole and lined himself up.  He was horny, hard, and ready, there was no foreplay, he was out to drill.  I was lucky that he had opened me up the night before, but I still took a deep hit of the poppers as he entered, just to take the edge off. 

He cock felt amazing as he plowed me, using a roughness to it that he had not used so far.  I could feel every inch as he pressed into me then pulled himself back out.  I was crouched on all fours on the bed, willing myself to stay relaxed, to be the willing and submissive bottom that he wanted.  It did not take him long to reach his climax.  I felt his tempo increase and the pounding get wilder.  He was on his way to cum. 

“Please Daddy, give it to me, give me your cum.  Please.” I begged. 

“You want it?” He growled. 

“Yes, YES! Please!” I begged again. 

All of a sudden, earlier that I thought, he grabbed my hips, pulled me into him and let out a long grunt.  I held still as he unloaded inside of me, filling me with his hot cum.  As he started moving again, I could feel the wet slipperiness that surrounded his cock.  He leaned forward on to me and I in turn lowered myself to the bed.  Hs cock was still buried in me as we lay there, his body engulfing mine, his sweat covering me.   

Eventually he pulled off me ad we cleaned up.  He told me he had woken before me and was stroking himself while watching porn.  He had been waiting for me to wake and didn’t want to disturb me.  I asked him to never do that again while we are together.  Servicing him cock is what I live to do while I am with him.  😉 

Part 2

As we got back to our room I entered first, he held the door and I could smell his sweat as I walked by.  Instantly I wanted him but didn’t know what he was interested in.  We had just hit the gym together, doing some cardio after breakfast.  He was wearing a grey sport t-shirt and black shorts with a towel around his neck to catch the dripping sweat.  I was in a blue shirt with black shorts that had a 3-inch inseam.  I had chosen those shorts to tease him while we were at the gym, showing enough leg to remind him of what the shorts were covering, shorts short enough that his eyes could trace up my thighs, dusted with hair, to the ass that belonged to him alone.  

As I walked into the room, I stopped at the desk to set down my phone and wallet.  It was right at the edge of one of the two queen beds.  I turned around to face him only to catch him pulling down his shorts, exposing his thick cock.  It was pointed straight at me, hard and ready.  I took a step towards him to kiss him, but he had other plans.  Instead of meeting that kiss he placed a hand on top of my head, pushing me down until I was kneeling in front of him.  I gave the tip of his cock a quick kiss before enveloping it and slowly moving down the shaft.  I could taste his slightly salty sweat, and as I got to the base of his cock, I buried my nose in the line where his pelvis meets him thigh.    

I breathed him in, his normally intoxicating smell magnified by the sweat he had just worked up.  I was even more turned on and felt my own cock start to thicken.  He started bucking his hips against me, telling me it was time to start sucking his cock rather than just holding it in my mouth.  He set the pace and I followed with what he wanted, slobbering along the way.  As I was kneeling, I pulled my own shorts down until my cock bounced out, already hard, and started stroking my dick.    

I continued to suck him, bringing him to full mast, where the purple head of his cock was huge and stood out against the thick shaft.  When he is fully hard I have a difficult time breathing when he’s all the way in, it’s so thick and big it blocks the air coming from my nose and triggers my gag reflex.  I always try anyway; I would do anything to make him happy in bed.    

As I was sucking him, he slid his hands under my armpits and pulled me up, facing him.  He reached down and pulled my shorts down further, exposing my ass, before he spun me so that I was facing away from the bed.  He then placed a hand on my chest, pushing me back down on the bed, pulling my legs as he did.  I was lying at the edge of the bed, still wearing my sneakers from the gym, my shorts and briefs around my knees, legs in the air exposing my hole for him.  

“Where’s the lube?” He asked.  

“In the drawer behind you” I replied.  

I heard him open and shut the drawer and looked over at him.  He was pulling his own shorts farther down and began squirting lube onto his hand before greasing up his still-hard pole.  As he wiped off the excess lube on his sweat towel, he turned to line up his cock with my eager hole, applying the pressure I was so looking forward to.  I willed myself to relax at his invasion, focusing on the pleasure I knew was coming.  As he entered me, he grew frustrated at my shorts holding my legs together and pulled my sneakers off one by one before sliding my shorts and briefs off, my legs were now bare and ready to be spread for him.   

He stayed this way only for a minute or two before pulling out, he wanted something different.  He left the edge of the bed, pulling me up and with him, to a chair in the corner of the room.  As he sat down his hard prick stuck straight out from his body, waiting for me to wrap my lips around.  Before I knelt to take him in my mouth again, I lifted his thick arm and bent down to bury my face in his armpit, still sweaty from our gym time.  As I breathed in his musk, licking his skin as I did, I felt myself begin to feel wild for him.  His scent was driving me wild and making my own cock hard.  I left his pit and travelled down to his cock, taking it into my mouth, giving him the best blowjob I knew how, stroking my own cock as I did.  I licked and sucked up and down, enjoying his musk, the taste of his skin, and the hardness of his cock.    

After a while of me working him like this he pushed me off and stood up above me.  He started walking towards the bathroom, our session over in his mind.  I had other ideas.  As he passed by the edge of the bed I stopped him, gently pushing him down on the bed this time.  I was still lubed up from just a few minutes before and straddled his as he was lying there.  Before mounting his cock, I lifted his right arm to take a few long, deep breaths of his sweaty musk again.  Drunk on his smell I lifted off him to sit on his hard prick, gasping as it impaled me again.  I proceeded to ride him until I came, lifting off him to coat his cock in my cum as I did.  After unloading I sat back down, using his cock and my cum to ride out the rest of my orgasm.  I bent over him, spent, with all energy gone.  As he softened and the flood of the orgasm left me, I slid off his cock and buried my face back in his armpit, letting his musk continue to fill me.    

Part 3 

Submissive bottoms, have you ever had a time where everything was right for your bottoming experience?  At time where you were relaxed and ready, where your top did everything right, almost as if he were reading your mind?  This time with my man was like that.  Every time he entered me it was good, whenever he changed his tempo, or when he wanted to change positions, it was like he read my mind and knew that was what I wanted.  Each time he bit down on my shoulder or stopped fucking to shove his cock all the way into me, it only served to give me more pleasure and drive me sexually higher.    

We had just finished a quick fuck, neither of us came, but he was hard, and I was willing so he dipped his cock into me.  We were having a casual, relaxed weekend of on and off sex combined with a few explorations out of our hotel room.  I was in the bathroom, peeing, and he entered just as I finished.  There was a big mirror above the sink and another floor length mirror just outside the door, facing into the bathroom.  As I shook my dick off, he entered the bathroom and met me in a kiss.  It quickly grew passionate and I opened my eyes to notice that he was watching us in the bathroom mirror.  I realized I could see us in the floor length one and was turned on watching us.  I could see his broad shoulders, his arms wrapped around me, his muscled legs and butt, along with the passion shared between us in the kiss.  He must have felt the same because as our kiss broke he spun me around at the hips and bent me over the sink, exposing my ass.  I felt his hard cock on me again, pushing into me again, so familiar, so welcome every time.  

He held my shoulders down as he started to fuck me.  I perked my ass out to give him easy access and as he did he wrapped his thick, muscled arm around my neck in a chokehold.  He squeezed just enough to show me he was in control but not enough to hurt.  As I watched us in the mirror, I was driven crazy by the sight of his arm around my neck.  When I just stand next to him, he makes me look small but here he was more than that, like a giant, muscled statute come to life, fucking me, using me for his pleasure.  He was completely in control, just the way I wanted it to be.  I made small noises with each thrust, riding the high of being overwhelmed by him.    

After a few minutes he backed off me, it was not time for him to cum yet.  He backed out, stepping away from me and leaving me breathless over the sink.  The image of him pressing me down in that chokehold is still burned in my brain.  His dominance and masculinity combined with our connection from sex overcame me in that moment and still causes me to feel a thickening in my cock.   

Part 4

We were again together in the early morning hours.  We had both woken from sleep about the same time.  As I saw him head to the bathroom I was cautiously optimistic that he was horny because I wanted him badly.  He was more ready than I was, evidenced by tent he was making in his nighttime shorts. As he motioned me over to him he pulled those shorts down and I went to work with my mouth like a good bottom does. 

We did the usual, I sucked him for a bit, getting him ready for another fuck session.  He got the lube and fingered me, one digit, then two to loosen me up.   

“Are you ready?” He’s so polite to ask me. 

“Yeah” I replied. 

“One your back, in the middle of the bed.”  

This is probably my absolute favorite with him.  As I laid down, he squatted near my entrance, lubing his pole first, then me.  As he lined his cock up I relaxed, my hole a little tender from the almost two days we had spent fucking.  After the first pop he slid right in, just where he belonged.  He started to his normal rhythm, causing the bed to squeak along with our movement.  We were both enjoying it, but I went crazy with what came next, he does it often but each time I absolutely love it. 

He slowed down and reached his big frame down over my smaller one.  He first met me in a kiss, holding my head as we swapped passion through our lips.  Then he broke the kiss, reared his head up and spit into my open mouth.  After that, a another passionate, almost fierce kiss as he slowly began to move his cock in and out of me again.  As he broke the kiss off this time I bent my neck forward, pushing my face into his chest.  I was covered by him, fucked by him, completely embraced in his smell and presence.  My mind was filled with passion as he continued to light my entrance on fire, shooting pleasure through my entire body.   

We stayed in this tight knot for as long as we could.  Eventually I laid back down on the sheets and he lifted himself back to the squatting position.  He took some time to play with my hole, as he likes to call it.  This is where he rubs his cock-head in and out of my hole, causing a slurping sound that he likes so much, along with the pleasure my hole gives him.  I love when he uses me like this, I always want to bring him as much pleasure as possible.   

“On your tummy” He commanded. 

He pulled out of me and patted my ass.  He lifted himself up as I turned over and slid my legs under him, giving him easy access to my hole again.  He slid himself back into me and we stayed in this position for a while, he would press his chest into my back, or lift himself off so he could fuck faster.  The bed squeaked and moved along with us, encouraging us in our dead-of-the-night adventures.   

It was in this position, when he was sliding in and out of me, that he came.  I could tell it was coming, the intensity of his fucking, the ragged breathing that comes right before, all of it became focused and working towards the end.  As his fucking got faster and faster I felt him tense and raise up on his arms, making his familiar grunt as he did.  He was flooding my insides again, giving me what I wanted, what I had worked hard for.  When he was spent and drained he laid down on me, but not for long.  He was sore after our weekend of sex and rolled off me, needing to let his cock relax and return to normal.  

As his breathing slowed and returned to normal, I was hard and turned on.  I was lying next to him, still smelling him, feeling his side against mine.  I started to jack myself off with my right hand, and as I did I reached my left down and inside of me, feeling the wetness his cum had left in my hole.  As I coated my fingers in his juices I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it off my fingers.  I had truly become a pig for him.  During this weekend I had been covered in his sweat, licked the piss off his cock, been bred by him, and licked his cum from his cock and my fingers.  I came all over my tummy as I was overcome by his scent and taste, thinking of his climax moment as I did. 

It was an amazing weekend with him.  We spent times together just as friends, other times as wild lovers.  We ate together, slept together, bathed together, and talked about everything together.  He’s an amazing man I left him feeling more lucky than ever to be with him.