Favorite Fantasy in Beasties Breathless Bedroom

I think it’s time that I finally got to the breathless part of this bedroom. I haven’t been putting it off, I just felt like a little bit of a backstory on me was necessary in order to understand the weirdness that is me and my life. my fantasies are explicit, in detail, and not the average mommy porn that most females are used to. Some are cliche, others are fucked up, and some are just plain weird. If you have a problem with any of those things I wouldn’t suggest reading any further and backing up to go search for your regular mommy porn.

Choosing just one fantasy as my favorite is definitely complicated since I have so many, so the title ‘favorite fantasy’ might be used again. This is the fantasy that I play around with the most though, comparing every guy I talk to with this fantasy to see if I like them enough. Most fail.

Without further ado, I give you…

Meeting the Parents

Derek (my favorite name) and I have been dating for an entire year. I’ve been scared to take him home to meet my parents because they don’t like many people. I’m scared they won’t approve of him and our relationship because we are in a BDSM agreement where I’m his sub. They wouldn’t understand, I just know that they won’t, they’ll call me crazy and forbid me from seeing him anymore and then lock me in my bedroom until I agree to renounce my roll in the BDSM lifestyle.

After months of him badgering me to meet my parents, since I met his parents after six months of us being together, I concede and we plan to have a dinner with my parents the next night.

As a reward for finally giving in, he takes me to the bedroom, ties me to the bed and flogs me, then fucks me nice and hard.

The next day, I’m more nervous than he is about him meeting my parents. On the way to my parent’s house, he tries to relax me in the car, running his hands up and down my thighs, which only serves to make me horny because my thighs are sensitive because of the flogging the previous night. I tell him so but he just keeps doing it, telling me he’ll kiss them better when we get home, knowing that saying those words will only make me hornier.

When we get there everything goes smoothly, he’s gets along with my parents swimmingly and the conversation before dinner is one that’s just them getting to know each other. My dad takes him off to do that standard dad grilling thing but they come back laughing and talking about sports.

We sit down to dinner, and by this time I’m perfectly relaxed about the meeting, but still a little turned on from the petting in the car. I see this as my perfect time to get revenge.

Sliding my hands from off the table casually, I place them in my lap. Derek’s sitting next to me on my left and my parents are across from us. My mom has just finished setting the food on the table that me and her set when my dad and Derek where having their man talk. I dig in to my food with my right hand, while Derek digs into his as well, lamenting to my dad what an amazing cook he is. I reach my hand over in his lap, resting it comfortably on his thigh. He doesn’t pay much attention to it because I’m always touching him in some way because I’m a tactile person.

I start to gently massage the area, going back and forth, left and right, while moving my hand up higher and higher. He takes notice, sending me a glare when my parents are looking at each other. I smile innocently, continuing my massage until I get to the zipper of his jeans. Slowly, I start undoing the zipper, moving extra slow to tease him and not be loud at the same time. He takes his left hand and grabs my wrist, tightly. Muttering a quiet “what are you doing?”

I can tell he’s more turned on that angry at me. He catches my father attention though and is forced to let go of my hand and let me continue teasing him. “What was that Derek?” My father asks, non the wiser.

“Oh, I was just saying how cute you guys are,” Derek saves, referring to how my parents were sweet talking each other before.

I tune out their conversation, because I have Derek’s zipper all the way down and his button popped, his black boxer briefs on full display under the table. Getting my hands into his boxers is harder than I anticipated but I manage, without causing my parents to notice.

I can’t do much at the angle I’m in, but my plan worked perfectly because Derek is hard as a rock under my hand and can’t stop squirming while talking to my dad.

My mom gets up to get desert, and I yank my hand out his pants, hitting the silverware off the table in my rush. It doesn’t cause suspicion because I’m clumsy all the time, but Derek does laugh at me.

My dad offers to help my mom with the desert and Derek takes this time to adjust himself and button and zip his jeans back up. I can’t help the pout on my face at his actions.

He learns over and whispers in my ear so my parents can’t hear. “Oh, just you wait till when we get home. You’re getting it tonight little lady.”

It only serves to make me laugh. We’ve been trying out new nick names and tongiht is the first time he’s called me that.

“Oh my god, my dad used to call me that when I was in trouble, please, no.” I tell him through my laughter.

“Fine, but don’t think you’re off the hook. Just you wait,” Derek says, leaning back in his chair, forgetting to whisper.

“Wait for what?” My dad asks, coming into the room holding two plates of apple pie, mine and Derek’s favorite.

“Wait for…” Derek starts, flustered at being caught off guard.

“Wait for him to finally clean our bedroom, he says it’ll be spotless when he’s done. I’ve been badgering him to get his socks off the floor and organize our closet for weeks,” I tell my dad effortlessly. I’m Loving how flustered Derek looks. He may be my Dom, but I love teasing him. I’m a brat. (A BDSM term for someone who likes to disobey their Dom)

I technically didn’t lie, I have been badgering Derek to organize our sex toys, which we keep in the closet, and stop leaving his socks on the floor, we just had this conversation earlier and not now.

We have desert, delicious because my mom made it, and then head to the living room to talk some more. When my parents decide to break our their favorite bottle of wine, I opt out and tell them I’m gonna show Derek my old room.

In my room, I don’t give Derek much time to look around before I’m pulling him closer to me and kissing him fiercly. Our tongues battle for dominance, me making him work for it before I give in, letting him take control of the kiss. He walks me back into the wall, mouth hot and hungry on mine, still riled up from my teasing him at the dinner table.

“Do you know how infuriating you are? How much self-restraint it took to stop from pulling you into my lap and spanking you? How hard it was to carry on a conversation with your dad while your hand was on my cock? Do you?” He asks me, breathlessly, while he hikes up my dress and pulls down my panties.

“I have some idea, but revenge is sweet.” I reply, wrapping arms around his neck as he lifts me up off my feet. I instantly wrap my legs around his waiste, my dress hiked up between our bellies.

“Revenge?” He questions as I try to undo his pants.
Wrestling with his pants is a struggle, that makes him laugh as he takes over since I can’t do it.

“From earlier in the car,” I tell him, panting as he kisses my neck while working on his jeans.
Once they’re down, he rubs two fingers over my vagina, which is soaking wet.

“I’ve been on edge since we were in the car, I think I’m wet enough,” I say, hoping he’d fuck me already.

Being the gigantic fucking tease that he is, he doesn’t, he ribs around my clit, over and over until I’m on the brink of insanity.

“We don’t have all day, fuck me!” I whisper shout at him, horny beyond all belief.

“And how does a good girl ask to be fucked?” Derek ask, just to be an asshole.

“Please, please, for the love of all thing good, will you fuck me?” I nearly shout, too horny to even care that I might be too loud.

He doesn’t reply but he does thrst himself inside me. He fucks me hard against the wall, thrusting himself faster and faster, hitting my G-spot every few thrust, making me see stars, it’s utterly perfect and I can feel myself getting close.

“You wann cum, don’t you, baby? You gonna cum on my cock for me?” Derek asks me, knowing how much I love it when he talks dirty to me and calls me baby.

“Yes, please. I’m so close,” I tell him, toes curling because I can feel my orgasm right there, just a few more…

Derek pulls himself out of me, pushes my to the floor and jerks himself, going faster the closer he gets to release.

“Open,’ He orders and I instantly obey, opening my mouth.
He cums into my mouth, some drooling down my face but most of it making it into my mouth.

“Swallow,” He orders, and once again, I obey.

He stands me up, fixing my dress, then himself but I’m still realing from the fact that he didn’t let me cum.

“Wha?” I say, breathless, and so frustratedly horny.

“You wanna tease me and think you’ll get away with it? No. And that’s just the start, wait till we get home.” Derek says, then opens my old bedroom door and walks out.

I stand there, horny, frustrated and shocked, cum drying on my chin, wetness soaking my panties, and can’t wait till we get home.

The End

Sincerely,

A Curios Little Beasty.