I haven’t masturbated in several days. I know, it’s awful! But, someone around here needs to get some, so I think it’s babygirl’s turn…
“Remember, hands off, babygirl.”
The text message was clear. Sir was arriving in town that night, and he wanted her ready for him. Babygirl didn’t mind. She could easily keep her hands to herself. She’d done it for years before she met him. No big deal.
“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, babygirl.”
She shivered as she read the message.
“I can’t wait to be in your arms, Sir.”
Throughout the day, Sir sent varying messages each time he stopped on his trek across the state.
“You will feel my teeth on your body, girl.”
“Those dark little nipples are as sweet as berries, babygirl.”
“I can almost smell your juices.”
Each text that came in delighted babygirl and sent sparks straight to her pussy. The last message, about an hour before Sir’s arrival, was too much.
“When I walk in the door, I expect you to greet me completely nude, babygirl. I want to see, touch, and taste my property. I’ll run my fingers over your clit, pinching and stroking, until you’re begging me to cum.”
Babygirl couldn’t take it anymore. She just needed a little touch. She promised herself she wouldn’t cum. But she needed to feel her slickness.
Sitting in a chair in her living room, close enough to the front door to hear Sir pull up, she spread her legs wide. A foot dangled from each arm of the chair. Leaning back, babygirl dipped a hand down to find her pussy as soaked and hot as she had imagined it.
“A quick touch won’t hurt,” thought babygirl.
Her fingers idly stroked her labia, sinking into her folds. Babygirl knew better than to touch her g-spot. As aroused as she felt, she knew she’d cum quickly. Her fingers lightly stroked her clit. Hissing between her teeth, babygirl’s back arched at the sensations. She knew her clit was dangerous too, but it felt sooooooo good.
She pressed three fingers into her clit and began to circle her pussy slowly. Her swollen lips and clit rubbed against each other. Her hips began to grind into her hand. Moisture pooled in the folds of her body. Closing her eyes, babygirl lost herself in the sensations.
She realized she was close to orgasm and began to pull her hand away slowly, lingering over her clit for just a moment…
“What do we have here?”
Babygirl gasped and looked around the back of the chair. Sir was standing in the hallway leading to the living room. Lost in the moment, she hadn’t heard him pull up or open the door.
“Oh, don’t stop now. You couldn’t wait for me to arrive, could you, girl? Well, keep going…but don’t even thinking about cumming.”
Babygirl turned back around in the chair, smiling to herself. She loved being tortured by Sir.