I wanted to thank you for the advice you gave me. I knew if there was one person, who would know how I should best coax the beast out from within my boyfriend, it would be you. I listened to your words of wisdom and spent the entire day, walking around in my smallest bikini. I bent and teased, positioning my body purposely to give him the best view.

I’ll be honest, and say; I thought you may have given me dud advice, as at the time I didn’t even get a flicker of a reaction. I was losing hope, but then, after he’d been in the shower, he joined me on the sofa; the smell of his freshly washed body fuelled my desire further.

I asked him; “Babes, would you like to tickle my back?”

I love having my back tickled, the feeling of the contact of his fingers as they stroke across my skin. Another bonus of asking him meant I could make a show of taking off my t-shirt and bikini top. Slowly, inch by inch, I revealed my body to him. Untying my bikini top, I released my breasts from their restraints.

Now, because he tickled my back a lot, I know what it normally feels like. There's a pattern to his movements. This time however, his pattern had changed. Instead of stroking my back in the usual manner, his fingers drifted to my sides. He traced down the curve of my waist and over my hips, before tickling back up, gently his fingers skimmed across the side of my breasts. This caused a soft giggle to escape my lips.

“That’s funny; I thought I asked for a back tickle.”

“Why do you want me to stop?” He questioned.

“No.”

My body responded to his touch, swaying softly, as his caress sent feelings of pleasure racing around my body. His hands reached around and massaged my breasts, pulling at my already hard nipples. His rough touch sent a low moan from my lips.

“Uaahh.”

I lay down on the sofa, my head resting on his stomach. My hand went to his cock, which I groped through his shorts, feeling his hardness under the delicate touch of my fingers.

“Mmm, I love the feel of your big cock in my hand. “ I told him.

His lust rising, he held his hand tightly against my throat, pinning me so I couldn't move. He pulled and tweaked my nipples with his free hand, causing moans of pleasure and squeals of pain.

“Arhh, fuck!”

Testing my limits he pulled and squeezed my nipples hard. I urged him on; “Yes.” Pulling back against his grasp, I felt the burst of pain that travelled through my body, heating my desire even more.

God, just telling you about this, is making me wet again.

He mauled my breast with one hand, the other around my throat, yanking my head, pulling me so he could see my face. He liked watching my face, seeing the arousal caused by his touch.

I was still groping his cock through his shorts, but I desperately wanted more. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against mine. He removed his clothing, and I pulled the strings of my bikini bottoms and hurriedly ripped them off; leaving us both completely naked. Holding me in position, he teased my cunt, driving me crazy. I was desperately moving my body, trying to get him to enter me. It got to the point that I had to beg.

“Oh Fuck, please! Give it to me, I need it. Please!”

He relented and roughly thrust his fingers in my soaking cunt.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

I felt his cock twitch with pleasure in my hand, when his fingers found how wet I was. My body would’ve risen completely off the couch, if it had not been for the tight grip of his hand around my throat, pressing hard into the bruises from our last session of fucking.

If I thought having his fingers inside me was going to stop the teasing, I was wrong. He held them inside me, my body squirming, trying to get myself off and release that ever building tension in my body, knowing just a few strokes and I would feel that sweet release.

“Please!”

He gave me what I need, watching my face contort as the immense pleasure washed through me, pleasure caused by his touch, by his control over my body.

I could see his head was glistening. I couldn't resist twisting my head against his grip. Licking his cock, I moaned my pleasure when his salty taste engulfed my tongue.

“Mmm.”

I licked and kissed his cock. I wanted his cock in my mouth, I needed it. He released my neck so I could turn my head, giving me easier access to lick at his dick. It was oozing with tasty precum, strings of it stretched from his head to my tongue. I lapped it up. Spreading it across his shaft, I massaged him. Grabbing my hair, he held me by my head, so I couldn't move. The fingers of his other hand were still inside my throbbing cunt.

I sucked and licked him, taking him all the way, feeling him slide across my tongue, lips gliding over his shaft. He held me on him, before pulling my hair and dragging me from his cock, my face and his cock glistening and all messy. He worked my head, alternating between driving deep, and then shallow, so my tongue could go to work. I felt like such a dirty fucking slut, being held, unable to do anything, my face being fucked.

My hand reached down to my clit, and rubbed furiously. He fucked my face harder. His fingers still inside me, he knew the spot, and it wasn't long before he had me writhing and moaning, going crazy, as he brought me to orgasm with his touch.

I felt so slutty, I came so fucking hard.

He brought his fingers roughly from my dripping cunt, and stuffed them in my mouth, watching me as I hurriedly cleaned my juices from his fingers. Feeling him thrust his fingers down my throat made me hungry for more.

I took his cock once more deep into my throat, sucking him harder. He continued to play with my saturated pussy, spreading my juices over my swollen and sensitive clit, with every circle of his fingers my body convulsed with the power of the feeling.

I thought he was going to cum down my throat, but he pulled out and grabbed my legs. Getting into position, acting the most dominant I have ever seen him, he pushed my head against the sofa. Gripping me hard by the throat, he thrust his hard cock deep in my cunt.

“Oh fuck, oh yeah. Fuck me!”

The feeling of being suddenly stretch caused my cunt to throb around his cock. It felt like he was saying;

"I'll fucking teach you what happens when you flaunt your body at me. I'll fucking, fuck you, like the slut you are."

Of course, he didn't say any of that, but that's what it felt like, and I fucking loved it.

My juices were running freely from my cunt. He drove hard, making me scream out.

“Yes, oh fuck yeah, fuck me!”

I looked up at him, my teeth gritted; he started pounding into me, pulling my body into a position so that he could drive deeper, causing my eyes to roll back, unable to keep focus.

Oh God, I love getting fucked; being treated like the dirty little slut that I am.

I worked as much as I could with my body pinned hard against the sofa. My hand gripped onto the cushions, remotes, lighters flying everywhere, but I didn’t give a shit; I was just so lost in the feeling of him using my body.

“Fill my tight, fucking, slutty cunt.”

When I felt him release his load inside me, it made me cum out of nowhere, gripping onto him with my pussy walls, as he filled my tight slutty cunt with his cum.

Oh, god I love that feeling, I never want it to end. It’s so fucking good.

So, I wanted to thank you my dear friend, for your advice. I hope you enjoyed hearing about it, as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.