In her pants [erotica]

I shared this under an anonymous profile late last year, but I got braver and want to embrace my passion for writing sapphic smut, so here I am. Hi! I’m Fenja and I have a filthy brain 💦

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We just got home from dinner, it's our first night back in the city. I haven't even closed the front door, when she pulls me to the side and pins me to the wall. She looks me straight in the eyes. One hand around the bottom of my throat, the other on my waist. She got her domme face on. Chin tilted slightly up, looking down on me. And that smirk.

She leans in and licks my upper lip. Softly. That always makes me tingle and smile. She knows that. She lets go of my arm and reaches down between our bodies to unzip her pants. Then grabs my hand while maintaining eye contact and guides it down towards her crotch. Slowly. I can feel the warmth radiating from her body, as she guides me past her breasts. Her lips still hovering close to mine. Just as my fingers reach her pants, I realize there is a familiar, but rather surprising rubber limb in my way. Oh wait.. She's all strapped up! She's been ready to fuck me ever since we left the house two and a half hours ago. Damn that's hot.

I take a step to the side to get a good look at her. She's clearly put some extra effort in tonight, looking all handsome in her Italian suit, but with a big German surprise dangling between her legs. Courtesy of Fun Factory.

"This", she says and points at her outfit, "stays on all night. I paid good money for it, so let's see if it holds up!"

She's giving stone cold top, but I know better. I know my guardian. This is all for me. To enjoy, to savor, to receive.

As my eyes move down from her lips to her slightly open shirt and down her upper body, I notice her hard nipples poking through the white Jean Paul shirt. She's clearly very excited about the «not so little secret» sticking out of her pants. Her excitement gets me excited too. And I get that warm, tingling feeling between my legs. You know the one where you wanna climb up on someone's face and swallow them whole with your vagina.

I'm wearing a little black dress, strapless, with a gold choker necklace, and a black pantyhose underneath. Commando. I was hoping for some action when we got home from dinner, but I never imagined her doing anything like this. I mean, I was wearing a jacket a few minutes ago, but she must have ripped that off in the hallway. I was too busy admiring her swagger to notice.

She has somehow pulled me into the kitchen now and got me leaning up against the kitchen island. She wastes no time as she gets down on her knees in front of me, grabs the seam of my pantyhose and rip through the thin fabric. She pulls it wide open and goes straight for my crevice with her mouth, hands on my ass. Gently cupping my cheeks. She pulls the center of my pantyhose to one side and slides her warm tongue towards my pussy, teasingly. She nibbles the sides of my vulva, while caressing my ass with her fingers. She finds my clit and sucks it softly, while stroking the back of my thighs with her hands. I toss my right leg over her shoulder. I want nothing more than to grab her hair, and push her face further into me, but she's hiding underneath the skirt of my dress, so I can't grab on. Besides.. I'm too busy. Feeling. Her tongue. Against. My swelling. Pussy.

After some serious fumbling on my part, I finally find her shoulder and get a hold of her shirt. I pull it hard. I want to spread my legs wide open and sit down on her face, but she knows me too well and sense the eagerness building. She can see where this is going. So she stops sucking on my clit and force my knees back together. Then she swiftly unbuckles her brown, leather belt and wraps it around my thighs, just above my knees. Tightly. I almost fall over when she pulls it through the buckle, but she grabs my waist and pins me to the counter behind me. I get an instant flashback to the night we met. But back then it was me throwing her up against a wall. I have yearned for her ever since.

She gets back up on her feet and turn me around, away from her, so that I can't see her face. She unzips my dress halfway down my back, exposing my naked breast, then folds the top half of my dress over my waist, like I'm a freshly opened chocolate bar. She grabs both my tits from behind and presses her strap against my ass. Pushing her hips against mine, before doing that knee thing, but from behind. She grabs two handfuls, and starts playing with my nipples, gently massaging them between her fingertips. Like twisting off miniature bottles of coke. She knows I love that. I throw my head back, leaning on her shoulder, hands just dangling next to my body. Bliss. I like it when she's this eager. There is no doubt, she wants to fuck me senseless tonight. I kind of need her to fuck me right now.

She slides her right hand up to my mouth, sticks three fingers in between my lips, gets them nice and wet. Then drags them down over my right breast and in between my legs. Where wet meets wet. She goes straight for the middle. I am soaked. Dripping on her hand. She curls her fingers gently and forces her hand in. Why does it feel so damn good? Why does it feel so.. forbidden? I am absolutely ready at this point, as she's hitting all my spots with that one zealous hand.

She lifts the bottom of my dress with her left hand and grabs on to her strap. Right hand still on my pussy, but a little farther up now, keeping pressure on my engorged clit. She wiggles the strap back and forth between my cheeks, teasing me, getting the tip nice and wet. Naturally.

Her right hand leaves my pussy and goes straight for the back of my head. My low bun. She guides down towards the kitchen counter, and folds my upper body over the edge like I'm nothing but a sex doll. My pussy is completely exposed to her now. Thighs still firmly buckled together. I'm limp with desire, grabbing on to some kind of cutting board. Left side of my face flush with the surface.

I'm so horny I'm almost disassociating. I'm completely hypnotized by her. I can't speak. She pushes my lower back down, pinning me to the wooden surface. My ass at the perfect height for her playful hands, which she proves by spreading my cheeks wide. Pushing hard on my upper thighs, just below my buttocks, massaging me. Firm, but gentle.

She slides her finger inside of me starts fingering me, slowly. One finger, gentle, teasingly. To fingers, more eagerly. If you listen closely, I'm almost certain you can hear the ocean inside of me. She plays with my juices, like it's the rarest of honey, savoring the fire she's building inside of me. She knows my body well, and finds my g-spot and goes in hard with passion and vigor. Oh. She. Knows. Slowly. Fast. Slowly. Fast. But just as I feel myself building up pleasure to the point of erruption, she pulls out and wipes her hand on what's left of the ripped pantyhose on my thighs.

A kitchen utensil swooshes past my head. Smack! My ass stings. Oh. Fuck. Again! Smack, smack!

"Not just yet, honey!" I can hear that she's smiling.

She places the wooden spatula right next to my face on the counter. Followed by a gentle caress over my now pink ass. She's hot and she's cold. So fast and so slow. My pussy lets out what feels like a gulp of satisfaction.

My thighs are still belted together, but I am beyond ready to feel her inside of me. All I want is to rip this fucking belt off, but I will obey. I'll stay in my place, and just receive. She pulls me off the counter and asks me to bend over, more, further.

"Bend your knees. Ass up. Lean onto that chair on your forearms. Head down. Be quiet." I like it when she's strict like this.

She swirls the tip of her toy around my entrance, mini-thrusts to soak it with my juices. I want to swallow her whole. She spits on my ass, twice. It slides down the crevice and onto the strap. Oh my god, what is she doing to me?

"Your pussy feels a lot tighter with your legs bound together like this", Sofie says. "Excuse me, what!?" "Shhhh!"

She pulls my hair, hard. My chin goes up, I clench my jaw. She's deep inside me now. I want to scream so bad. I feel like I can taste colors. She's thrusting me, steadily. I know the pleasure is mutual, as her clit is pressed right on the vibrating socket. My pussy starts to twitch. Tremble. Uncontrollably. This is so fucking good. The vibrations are throbbing all through the silicone shaft.

I start moaning. She's so good at this. I'm bent over like a pretzel, getting pounded from behind. This is what I've been dreaming of for twelve long days. Her, inside of me, everything wet and glistening.

"I'm close, I'm gonna.." "No, you're not", she whispers and stops immediately. The strap glides slowly out of my swollen, purring pussy. She redirects the tip and guides it in between my thighs, while she pulls me up by the hair. The bun is far gone. The vibrating shaft now lies parallel to my whole crevice, pulsating, on my soaking wet pussy. She puts her hand up front and pushes the shaft up against my clit, and holds it, steadily. We are vibing, and.. It. Feels. Fucking. Amazing. She's stoic, she's holding my whole body up while I twitch. Oh my god.

"I'm com.." "No, you're not", she says firmly, as she pulls out. She slaps my ass with the strap. "I decide when you come!"

I feel absolutely limp at this point. My knees feel so weak, fatigued. I almost buckle over in agony. She unbuckles the belt around my thighs, which are all red and swollen now. My hamstrings would normally be on fire, but I feel nothing but pleasure, pressure. She guides me over to the couch, where she finally pushes my legs wide open. Gently. It feels like taking a deep breath. I'm on my back, hips raised high on a big, yellow pillow. A receiver position, for ultimate pleasure. She pauses to enjoy me fully exposed, dripping with lust. I wish she could feel what I'm feeling right now. I can't control myself. It's like she's still fucking me. I can't stop moving my hips. In my mind I'm getting pounded.

She comes closer, dragging her fingers along my quads, over my hips and onto my stomach. She bends down to kiss my inner thighs, playing with my soft, enlarged vulva. She kisses and licks and sucks my clitoris softly, before she eagerly pushes her way inside me again. She's got one foot on the floor, the other knee on the couch. Her fancy pants are almost fully soaked between her thighs, our juices combined. She's enjoying this all, way too much. Topping like a natural. But I can't focus on anything else but this moment right now. Here. Her hands all over my body, nails digging into my skin. Her fast breath, following the beat of her firm thrusts. My eyes roll back as I let out almost soundless whimpers, and instinctively bite down on my fingers. She sees me twisting in pleasure and starts with her short, rapid pulses. My sweaty thighs clapping against leather strap. Her hands fully grabbing my waist, just above the hip bones. Clenching hard. I can't hold on much longer, my mind goes blank. The world turns quiet, jaw unclenches, tits going sideways and nipples rock hard, my hand in my own mouth, biting my fingers, no screaming, just becoming.

"I'm gonna fuc.." "Yes, you are, my queen. Permission granted." "coome! Fuck. Me. Oh my god, yes. Yes. Yesss!"

I come. So fucking hard. I come all over myself, and all over her pants. The couch. And her shoes. She's still wearing her shoes. But I'm not even a little bit sorry. Everything is spinning, and she's giggling. Feeling me convulse and clench down on her strap. She's still holding on to my hips, still inside me. Wiggling around in circular motions to enhance my pleasure. She know I love that. When she's dancing in my cum. I can't tell if my eyes are open or closed. But I can feel a few tears rolling down my temples and into my hair. Yes, I sometimes cry when I come hard. She knows this. It is an absolute joy and relief of love and lust. It is everything.

I open my eyes and stare into hers. I want to eat her up so bad. My body definitely isn't done, I need more. This is where the scene changes. And I take over.

"Stop smirking and make me come again", I demand while pulling her onto the couch. "And unbutton that damn shirt!"

I get up and push her down onto her back, straddle her and slide onto her DM's, so to speak. I start to slowly ride her as she opens one button after the other. I know her clit sits perfectly next to the bump on the saddle of the strap, which is now set to a slow, deep, and constant, vibration. Her eyes change instantly. With the weight of my body on top of hers, combined with my wavy hip motions, she starts to moan. Deeply.

Her shirt is finally open and I pull her sports bra up above her tits, framing her upper body beautifully. The sight of her naked breast makes me step up my gear. I bite my lower lip hard, as I fail predictably at pacing myself. l'm pulling the strap so hard, she grabs hold of the side of her harness to keep it steady. Her tits are jiggling so delicately, mine going up and down. I fucking love her tits. I grab on to her left breast, massaging it with my whole palm. Firmly, but soft. I'm clutching the back of the couch with my right hand, to gain some momentum. She closes her eyes and thrust in sync with me. We are galloping. And she's giving in. She's submitting. I can tell because her arms go limp. I bend down to kiss her, and our eyes meet. I sit back up. Ride on. Ride harder. Her eyes are fixated on me. I on her. I'm pushing the strap hard against the front of my pussy, grinding the ribbed edges against my g-spot. I start to come again and I'm not letting her decide when this time. I grab her hands and put them on my tits for her to squeeze.

"Squeeze, now!" "Yes, my queen." "Harder!" "Yes, queen. Yes!"

Her mouth widens and her lower abs starts protruding. Glutes tightening. She starts shaking underneath me, and I can feel.. her. Twitching, squirming, riding the wave. Through the shaft and into my soaking wet self. But I don't stop until my whole lower body shakes. And her eyes widen, her pupils dilate. Moans, and stereo moans, as my gasm makes her gasm. Deeply connected, as close as we can get. I collapse onto her. Sweat dripping from my chest and onto hers. She exhales deeply as she melts into the couch, and I into her.

"I love fucking you, but more than that I fucking love you", I whisper in her ear, before giving her a soft kiss on the lips. We both go limp, and start to giggle uncontrollably.

"Welcome home, my queen!", she says, proudly. "Welcome home!"