My First Sex Swing With My Dom

Riding my first sex swing.

 

So my first sex swing really felt like a ride!  It was so much kinkier than hot vanilla sex! “I’m going to take my time and toy with you.” His voice was a hot whisper against my neck, burning my already heated skin.

I whimpered in answer. I felt so exposed. The blindfold was firmly tied, making all of the sensations much more concentrated.

“Arms up, little slut. Bend the elbows.”

I did as he instructed, and he bound my wrists together behind my neck. I knew it would strain at some point, but it was alright. This part of the game we’d played before. The saddle was a new adventure. I was nervous but excited to continue.

He kissed and nibbled my arm up to my shoulder and landed on my neck. “What’s your safe word again?”

“Fire.”

“Good girl,” he said and kissed my neck. His stubble scraped my neck deliciously, making me shudder. “I wonder how long it will take for you to beg me to let you come?”

My eyes widened behind the blindfold. He always loves to edge me, making me a begging drooling mess. He prefers me that way. And I hate to beg…

But at the same time…

There’s something about having the dangling carrot of a mind-blowing orgasm just out of reach that really does something for me. I think this sex swing is gonna do it.

“I won’t be begging you tonight,” I said. Even I could hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

His laughter had a slight edge to it.

“I’m going to make you eat those words.”

He surprised me by massaging me. I thought he’d go immediately for the clit, but he didn’t. His warm hands stroked and caressed my back, down my thighs, my calves. He kissed my shoulders since he couldn’t massage my arms. In fact he deliberately ignored my most sensitive spots.

I heard him tapping something against his thigh and I felt myself dampen at the sound. I knew what was coming next.

“Open your legs wider.” His voice was soft but harsh, the low rumbles felt like they were running across my shoulders.

I felt the first delicious sting of the riding crop against my clit. So I gasped, as the pain radiated out from my clit to the rest of my body. He tapped me again and again, and the sound started to change. So the more the crop’s leather met the sensitive bundle of nerves, the wetter the sound.

“Listen to you. Your hungry pussy is dripping for me.

“It’s time for you to take your rightful seat in your first sex swing,” he said. “Lift up and I’ll help to settle you.”

His hands grabbed my waist, lifting me, and then I felt something thick pressing against my opening. I gasped. It felt huge!

“Feel that?” he asked, amusement in his voice. “That’s going to make that slutty little pussy of yours feel things it’s never felt before.”

Then his hands were on my waist, stabilizing me as my pussy stretched to accommodate the saddle’s monster dong. It was thick and I could feel the ribbing on its outside. I bit my lip as I tried to take it all in. So thick, so hard. His hands tightened around my waist, helping me to move slowly. And then I’d finally taken it all in. I felt so full.

My first sex swing was more than I expected!

“Oh, I forgot something,” he said, that laughter in his voice again. He must’ve pushed a button or hit a switch because now the saddle’s dildo was vibrating. And then it was moving in and out of me. I groaned, wishing I had my hands to grip the saddle.

“Ride it, you little tramp. I know how much you love cock. Ride it.” So his hand slapped my ass, encouraging me to move. I matched the punishing pace the machine set. The vibrations were so strong, caressing my inner spot and the outer cluster of nerves. So deep, so hard. I could feel it almost in my belly. Then he pounded my ass as I rode the thick dick that was filling my pussy.

So now the pressure was increasing, and my heartbeat pounded in my ears as I rode harder. Then his teeth sank again into my neck as he growled intensely against my skin. This sex swing is going to make me cum!

“Don’t you come, slut. You hold it.”

So I whimpered again. “Cannot! I need it, I need it, please.”

“Hold it!”

“Please.”

“No.”

I cried out again. The feelings were so intense. The tears rolled down my face, soaking my blindfold.

So he pulled it off, his furious blue eyes meeting my soft brown ones. “Come for me, slut. Let go. Now!”

His words broke me and I came undone. My body was no longer my own, the shaking was furious throughout my legs and my thighs.

“Do you need help to get down?” he asked me after a few minutes.

I nodded and he pulled me up from my first sex swing. My body felt like jello, and he held onto me tightly.

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