M came home late, after I was already in bed. I sat up when I heard her at the door, and only minutes later she came into the bedroom, squirmed out of her clothes and climbed into bed next to me. On her hands and knees, she crawled over me for a really big hug. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her low, pressing her breasts into me. She gave a low satisfied moan and swayed back and forth, scratching her nipples against my chest hair.

M sat up slightly and smiled wickedly. She grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pinned them over my head, leaning her weight through her arm to hold me down. Pushing against me, she worked her hips backwards until she was straddling my pelvis and started grinding herself against my rigid cock. We were both completely dry, and the grinding friction was overwhelming, as painful as it was pleasurable. With her free hand, she got a small squirt of lube from the bedside bottle and lifted her cunt from me just enough to smear some lube, then settled down and started rutting against me again.

I’m big enough to overpower M when I need to, but there’s a decadent feeling in staying passive and being shamelessly used. I laid back and let M tease and taunt me. My cock slid back and forth along the folds of her lips as she rolled her hips forwards and back. I tried to angle my hips so that my cock jutted forwards rather than straight up, trying to nestle the head of my cock between her lips, but with no success. With a slight move, M was able to dislodge me and continue her “wet hump”. With each stroke, the broad head of my prick bumped her clit, eliciting a grunt of satisfaction from her. I squirmed my shoulders and arms and M clamped down on my wrists even tighter, taking delight in wrenching pleasure from me.

Finally M’s impatience won over, and she used her free hand to angle my cock up and then sank down on it with a groan of release. She continued to hold my wrists as she started fucking herself on my shaft, rising up and down and grinding her clit against my pubic bone. I arched my back and lifted my cock as high as possible, eager to be buried deep in her velvet walls. Soon enough, M’s arousal took precedence over her dominance, and she released my wrists and focused on fucking. I set my hands on her pelvis and pushed back, setting her deeper on my prick and making her gasp at the change. I moved my hands to her breasts, gently rolling a nipple between my finger and thumb. I bent my knees, planted my feet on the bed, and flexed my thighs, thrusting up violently. With each push, she listed in the air slightly, and then fell back down, roughly slamming onto my cock. The air in the room was thick with sex funk and the sounds of our panting and grunting.

Eventually my thighs started to burn and I decided a change of position was called for. M was leaning over my, gasping for breath, her head spinning. I pushed her straight back, and she tumbled off my cock and lap, ending up splayed on her back with her legs open. I sat up on my knees, grabbed both of her thighs and rudely pulled, dragging her closer to me. I planted the soles of my feet against the wall at the head of the bed and pushed forward until my cock sank between her puffy, swollen pussy lips. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me forward, urging me to drill deeply. I thrust with abandon, heedless of her cries and moans. She was running wet now, and each thrust was accompanied by moist sucking noises. As I pushed, M’s tits started rocking and swaying in sympathy, and she finally held her hands over her breasts to keep them still. I sawed back and forth, driving into her until I was winded and chafed, and still I hadn’t cum. Before I hurt either her or myself, I suggested a reprieve.

I pulled away and lay flat on my back again, my cock jutting up into the air, twitching and bobbing. M laid face down to my left. My arm snaked under her prone form and reached her battered and hot cunt. With my right hand I started stroking myself and with my left I further tortured her clit, slipping my fingers over it frantically. My cock was ram-rod stiff, veins pulsing under my fingers, and listening to M moaning and crying made the cum in my balls boil. Within minutes, I was arching up, spraying hot cum past my navel onto my belly, while M clamped her thighs on my hand. We laid like that as the clock ticked towards midnight and sleep came closer.