College Crush Dominates Me

There was a knock at the door. It was Pedro, our butler. He had been bringing me my ointment every morning for the past two weeks. I was fully healed now, and as was expected, my little winkie was now a nub, no larger than a ripe cherry, and extremely sensitive. The place from my hole to cherry was a smooth stretch across my sensitive perineum. Ryan was working, and had been away since that morning he called me perfection. He was returning today, and messaged me last night saying that the flight was delayed, and he was unable to shower for the past two days.

I looked out at the ocean with coffee in my hand, it was a beautiful day. The sun caressed the ocean waves, and my body was so sensitive that I clenched my thighs and flexed my fingers, to release the built up anticipation of seeing him again, his lips against mine, his hands on my ass, and his masculine scent. I showered and douched, and was freshly waxed; I knew he had enjoyed my body when it was smooth. We had not had sex since India, and I couldn’t wait to get fucked by my husband.

I heard the door open, I heard his loud dominating footsteps leap up the stairs, I heard the door creek open. I stood before him naked, I stood before the man of my dreams. His eyes went directly to my little sensitive nub, and he walked towards me, only staring at my nub. I became excited. I could no longer get hard, my nub would simply inflate slightly and become pink and extremely sensitive to the touch. He held me in his arms and made sure that my face was buried in his armpits. He was so musky. His shirt was tightly clinging to his body, and his chinos were tightly wrapped around his thick legs. I sighed into my God-like husband, and proceeded to remove his shirt, but he stopped me.

He stepped back and smiled at me. He pulled out a small pink silk slip from his back pocket and handed it to me. “Wear this. Its the only thing you will be wearing from now...” He said in his natural deep voice, with a naughty grin. I looked at the item and noticed that it was a thong. A tiny pink silk thong that was evidently made for woman. He then walked over to the table at the window, and removed his shirt as he looked at the ocean, while I slipped the item on; his musky scent filled the room, and intoxicated my mind. He lit a cigarette, still looking out the window. I stood waiting, feeling the silk touch my sensitive nub, the string softly pressing against my perineum, and extended across my hole, wrapped tightly around my thighs. It felt quite incredible and the sensation aroused me, and my nipples, which had become quite large and sensitive, began to tingle.

I wanted him to fuck me, however he wanted to. I just wanted to be used for his pleasure, to be owned and dominated. The thought made my nipples tingle, and my nub was raging in the little pink thong, just poking out from the silk with a slight dent. The soft silk string tickled my hole, and I saw a little dark spot on my nub, as it had already begun pre-cumming. He turned around, still smoking. He looked at me from head to toe. My hair was about shoulder length and in curly brown locks. My body was lean but slightly muscular, and my body felt exalted by just the presence of Ryan. He took long broad strides towards me, his broad shoulders and muscular arms strong, his chest protruding, firm, large, hairy, chiseled, and tanned to Mediterranean perfection. His dark hazel eyes piercing my own. He knelt before me. I found the sensation exciting, yet strange.

He put his forehead to my stomach and he sighed in relief, and I put my hands on his head and rand my fingers through his thick dark curls. I absolutely loved this beautiful creation, and I knew that he had loved me. We were complete with each other. Words, if spoken, would only graze the tip of an underground mountain reaching further than one could imagine. He placed both his hands on my round firm bum cheeks, which had grown since walking around the house, and to the beach. It was now fuller than his large broad hands could handle, and he both enjoyed the sensation. He then slipped his hands to the thong, and adjusted it so that it was so firmly against my hole, and pressing against my sensitive elongated perineum, and so that my nub plopped out to the side. Inflamed and cherry-like, popping out between my toned legs.

For the first time, Ryan, my husband, began muffing my little nub. He lapped at it and tickled it with the tip of his tongue. He then extended his arms upwards and began fondling my nipples. I put my hands on my his shoulders and threw my head back in ecstasy. His hair was so soft and silk, his tongue was smooth and wet. He lapped at it and fondled my nipples more, his tongue would press against my sensitive little nub, and his entire mouth would engulf the space between my thighs. I moaned and my legs began to shake as I felt myself orgasming. “Hmmm,” he let out a deep groan of pleasure, “Daddy’s clitty.” He said onto my nub as he kissed it softly, and thats when I orgasmed for the first time in three weeks, with my new little clit, and as I orgasmed it squirted onto his lips. A clear liquid oozed out uncontrollably, and Ryan was there lapping each drop that escaped while he pinched my nipples hard. I collapsed onto his shoulders… I could not believe how incredible the orgasm was. It was the greatest feeling of pleasure I had had in my life, up until that point…

To be continued… 

The next chapter is the last of these short stories.