The Only Gag This Bondage Babe Wants Is a Thick Cock

I love sucking cock. I know a lot of women say that, but I really mean it. Most of the time, I’d rather have a dick in my mouth than in my cunt. But what I love more than anything is when my boyfriend ties me up and “forces” me to suck his dick. Feeling like the only thing I can do to please him is use my mouth makes me try even harder, and I always work myself into a frenzy as I strive to get him off.

Jackson won’t tie me up unless I ask him, even after more than a year together, but I don’t mind having to set up my own bondage scene. Once I’m bound and kneeling on the floor—or wherever I’ve directed Jackson to position me—I have no trouble pretending that he’s the one in charge.

Last time Jackson and I played our little game, he used thick black bondage tape to keep me in place. After stripping me naked, he wrapped me up from my ankles to my knees and knelt me on the floor in front of him. Then he wrapped my arms, binding them to my sides by encircling me in the tape, going from my shoulders down to my wrists. I wiggled around to test my bonds, and when I felt how tight they were, I moaned in delight. Jackson had me tied up so well that I was practically immobile. That alone got my pussy wet, and I knew I’d only get wetter once I had his cock in my mouth.

My boyfriend was particularly eager to play that day, and instead of spending many minutes checking and rechecking my bonds, he immediately began to strip. I watched as first his shirt came off, then his pants and underwear. When his hard cock sprang into view, my mouth watered—and so did my pussy. I wanted him so badly that I opened my mouth wide and waited, hoping he’d soon slide his prick between my lips.

It seemed that Jackson was on the same page, and after dangling his dick in front of me for only a few seconds, he pushed the crown against my lips. He rubbed the head against my tongue for a minute, then let me take him into my mouth. I closed my eyes as he pushed between my lips, and I savored the salty flavor of his precome and the smoothness of his skin. I twirled my tongue around for a moment, then got to work sucking him.

Jackson prefers a lot of suction, and I wasn’t about to let him down. My pussy started to drip as I sucked him harder and harder. I was so turned on that I knew I’d end up climaxing from simply sucking cock. It doesn’t happen every time I have a dick in my mouth, but it happens a lot, and I knew that night would be one of those times. Eager to reach climax, I wasted no time fantasizing about my impending orgasm and instead focused on getting Jackson off. I wanted to give him at least as much pleasure as I was receiving, and hopefully more.

I started to bob my head up and down, and as I did, I felt his cock throb against my tongue and heard him grunt above me. I didn’t stop or even slow down, but after a couple minutes, what I was doing wasn’t enough, and Jackson grabbed the back of my head so he could guide me. Then he started truly fucking my face. Having his hands in my hair and feeling him push me forward so I would take more of his shaft into my mouth was incredibly arousing to me, and I moaned loudly. Jackson rarely gets demanding or forceful—no matter how much I wish he would—so the fact that he was vigorously pumping his cock in and out of my mouth was a very pleasant surprise.

I was so turned on that I started rocking back and forth on my knees, trying to stimulate my pussy, though I knew that task was impossible. It didn’t matter, because as Jackson slid the rest of his erection into my mouth, allowing me to deep-throat him, I came. My pussy spasmed wildly, and a moment later, I felt my juices dripping down my thighs. Even as I climaxed, my attention to Jackson’s pleasure never waned. I sucked harder and moved my tongue faster. I used my lips to squeeze him the way I would if my hands were free, and I even ran my teeth up and down his length a few times, something that I know helps him get off faster.

I opened my eyes to stare up at him, and as I looked into his eyes, I felt his dick start to throb and pulse. I knew he was close, so I sucked as hard as I possibly could. I used my tongue and teeth and lips in every combination I knew to help him reach his climax.

It took a few more minutes, but Jackson came. He spilled his seed into my mouth, then pulled out and came all over my face and chest. I just about cried in ecstasy when he did. Like the rest of our game that day, it wasn’t normal for Jackson to give me a facial without me begging first, so I was impressed with how he’d commanded the situation. I hoped, as I licked the come from my lips and savored the salty liquid, that it meant Jackson would no longer require as much prodding when I wanted to act out my favorite fantasy. The thought of a more forceful boyfriend got me hot, and I felt my pussy begin to tingle again, already gearing up for another orgasm.

Luckily, one thing about Jackson was the same that day: He maintained his erection even after coming. He ripped through the bondage tape that held me still and, when he’d freed me enough, mounted me. His cock slid easily into my drenched pussy, and he went from zero to sixty in only a few thrusts. Within seconds, he was banging away at my pussy as roughly as he had my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to make sure he continued to do so.

I had my second orgasm of the night almost immediately after Jackson penetrated me and started to fuck me. It had been building up for a while, and when I came, it was explosive. I felt my entire body quake, and I writhed wildly as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. He didn’t stop then, though, continuing to fuck me until I had a third, much less intense orgasm. He climaxed again, too, and then we lay on the living room floor together, catching our breath.

It’s been a few weeks since we last played our game, which means we’re due for another round soon. I’m waiting for Jackson to initiate the action this time. I don’t think I’ll have to wait too much longer.

—Ms. Elena K., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania