Submission : BDSM Short Stories

Two - One Dick, Two Dick, Three Dick...

I didn't expect my fiftieth birthday to end in me covered in cum from multiple men.

Maybe I should start at the beginning? Hello, my names Sabrina Matthew and I was soon to be fifty, I've always dreaded the big five oh. For woman it's a taboo age where sex goes away and the menopause becomes a new friend poking around the door reach to jump in at any moment and scare you.

       People told me that me and my husband would stop having sex by now but God how wrong they were! We had our children young and now they've flown the nest we have a lot more time to explore more... alternative ways to have sex. I've always liked the idea of BDSM, my husband Paul was a normal guy, we'd have sex twice a week like clockwork but I always felt underwhelmed. I thought it was because I read smutty books no woman has the right to read and he didn't match up to the dominating people in the books.

        Being a housewife was hard in the early years, I was nineteen with two young children of course it was hard. But the older my boys got the more time I had to fantasise about Jerry coming home, wrapping me up in his belt and taking me until I can't take it anymore and beg him for mercy.

       He had a day off one day and decided to read one of my many books, he had to choose the darkest one I had didn't he? Not the Lee Child's I keep in easy reach for him or the fluffy romances I devour after I read a dark ass book. I was in bed reading a thriller when he dropped the book in my lap.

       "Is this really what you read?" He asked disgusted.

       "I..." I knew immediately which book he meant. He knew I had preferences and he did try bless his little cotton socks he did try. He'd spank me and he'd choke me but he always felt guilty afterwards, he couldn't push me beyond discomfort because he loved me so much. "Yes," I said.

        "Really Ren? You like some dark shit,"

         I wasn't expecting him to get into bed with me but he did. He got under the blanket beside me and continue to read, I risked a couple glances at him and he looked so concentrated.

       I was just about to turn in for the night when he looked up, "Ren do you want to try this?" He asked.

       "Try what?" My throat closed up

       "BDSM?"

       "Will you judge me if I say yes?"

       "Have I ever judged you? Honey I've seen you wipe up diarrhoea while puking, I don't think you can make me want to judge you after having two children. I was vag end when you pushed them out,"

        "Yes, I do want to take part in BDSM, but I never knew how to start..." I chewed my lip.

        "Your birthdays coming up and I still haven't gotten you anything... is there anything you want? Anything at all?"

        He shouldn't have said that because my mind instantly went to my darkest fantasy. I've always wanted to be tied up into a bed or a chair or a table whatever, my bonds so tight I can't move, digging into my skin and causing pain as I struggle. I wanted men and woman to be waiting demanding my attention, a grope here and a lick there, I wanted to be used as a toy until I no longer knew who I was let alone what was being done to me. I wanted to feel all the dried cum all over me, my muscles screaming for help, my pussy unable to take anymore.

        I want to be ruined.

       So I told him, every last little detail.

       I honestly didn't think he was listening or taking me seriously, I thought he was horny and just wanted me to touch him because as I spoke I did. I rubbed him and squeezed him and then touched myself as I told him how I wanted the hard cocks to piston inside of me, I want my clit so hard and abused that it bruises, I want to be crying for hours until my voice gives out. I want my nipples to be bitten so many times there's blood drawn, I want the pain and the pleasure and I want it by more people than I've ever been with.