2 comments/ 26854 views/ 5 favorites Tell Me About Your Day By: dontholdyourbreath This is my first attempt at writing after years and years of reading erotica. There is not so much direct sex as there is situations that really turn me on, hopefully you will enjoy it as well. If feedback is good, there will be a part two! --------------- It started shortly after my boyfriend and I moved in together. We had been dating for a few years and while I continued to love him for accepting me as a girl unable to go full time, things had gotten a little stagnant in the bedroom. When he asked me to move in with him to a larger place, I decided it was time for a change. My normal routine had been after another boring day at work I would return home to "girl up", usually in a pair of skinny jeans or capris and a cute top, put my hair up and relax. I would see my boyfriend a few nights a week where we would get dinner in and maybe fool around (though not so much these days) and on weekends I would put on my cutest dress and he would take me out. Having been dating for a while he was comfortable with me being in various states of en femme, even in full boy mode if he met me right after work though it shames me to say it. The move saved me a half hour from my commute in both directions, so I took the opportunity to start leaving work an hour earlier each day. The first week or so was spent at the mall and out shopping every day for my new at-home wardrobe. Tired of being too lazy to put in the effort, I decided I was going to go all the way with my dressing at home. Out went the skinny jeans, and replacing them was a wide selection of Babydoll dresses, mini skirts and rompers. Everything had to be short, short, short and not leave much to the imagination. Lingerie, which was previously been relegated to special occasions, started showing up more as well with a variety of negligees and very short robes, garters and stockings. The boy noticed the changes in wardrobe immediately. He would come up behind me while I would be fixing dinner and ask "what is the occasion?" to which I would nonchalantly reply "Nothing dear, I just like being a girl for you." I started making moves in the bedroom as well. Where previously he was the one who initiated sex, I was doing so more and more. I could tell he was in a near constant state of arousal given the new wardrobe tempting him as I would go about the apartment with the new hemlines and heels. In a way it was so easy to tease him now that I tried my best to be as straight-faced about it as possible. At least at first. Within a few weeks we started having sex every night, him finding new levels of energy that had not been seen since we started dating in college. It started taking less and less effort on my part to get him worked up, some nights he would just pick me up after dinner as I was clearing the table and carry me into the bedroom. I was never unhappy with his lovemaking before, though many nights he just wanted to lie back and let me ride him until I came and then would let him finish in my mouth. Now he was giving it to me in all the positions, sometimes as many as we could think of in one night. And when he would be inside me and erupt his seed, I felt even more complete than ever. Some nights he would not even wait until we were in the bedroom, either coming up from behind me with his beautiful cock exposed and poking into my backside until I either got on my knees or let him take me from behind right there. We "broke in" every room in our apartment this week in a matter of days. Of course as time went on the routine of preparing for him got easier and easier. I found that the more we had sex, the easier it was for me to prepare my body for him every day after work and I was changing and doing my makeup in record time these days. Still, the sex was taking a bit of toll on me. I found having to make dinner every night, prepare lunches for the next day for both of us a bit hard to fit in between the hours of incredible sex we were having every night. The boy was no help in this department, usually feeling so wiped after our lovemaking that he fell asleep immediately after cleaning up. So the next change came when I introduced a new game one day when he got home from work. I greeted him at the door in my sexiest sheer negligee with garter and black stockings, no panties, and my highest heels. After the look of shock wore off his face, I pulled him inside by his belt buckle and sat him down in his favorite chair. The rules were as follows: 1. As soon as he was to get home, I was going to give him a blowjob while he told me about his day. Normally this would take place during dinner, he enjoyed talking about work and the things that went on in his office. He could not cheat and skimp on the details, but I would be doing my best to get him off. If I could successfully do it, he would have to make dinner that night for us. 2. If he manages to make it through my expert oral attention, he has to then immediately take me into the bedroom and fuck me from behind. Now, I would tell him about my day, and if he could make me cum through his expert fucking before I finished I would have to make him lunch for tomorrow, otherwise he would be on his own. Now I figured most nights I would be able to get him in the first phase, he nearly always succumbed to my mouth whenever I went down on him. Factor in the fact that he usually took twenty minutes or more to tell me about his day, I figured I had plenty of time to work my magic on him. And if he made it to the second part of our game, well, I guess I would be making a lot of lunches. In the years we had been dating he really became an expert at finding my g-spot and giving it to me in just the right way to bring me off. Even before our new sex life had started I never needed to masturbate because he was so good about getting me off when we had sex, and it had been years since I last touched my clit for pleasure. For the first month or two it did go along as I expected, I was usually able to get him off in the first five minutes of his story by massaging his large head with my throat while tickling his balls with my fingertips. He was not crazy about cooking, he was never one for the kitchen, so we ate a lot of takeout at first until he gave up his complex and picked up a frying pan for once. It helped that whenever he did cook I made sure to give some extra attention during dinner itself, finishing my food quickly so I could slide under the table for dessert. But after a while, he started learning to withstand even the longest blowjob. I will admit it never occurred to me when I thought up this plan that I might have to go down on him for thirty minutes or more, and was not ready for that sort of extended session. And of course, after that much foreplay he was very eager to get me off once we switched positions. "I guess we are going to have tooooooo oh goooddddd yes" was how I ended a lot of my stories. So with a spring in my step I went back to making dinners and lunches for us both. Tell Me About Your Day Ch. 02 In the first chapter, I moved in with my boyfriend and livened up our sex life considerably with a game where we tell each other about our day while trying to get the other person off. Whoever cums first had to make dinner, I say "had" because we came up with a different game to replace it. ---------------------------------- "Yes, this is Alex, I am on the line," I said into my bluetooth headset as I closed my eyes and tried not to moan while the boy slowly pushed his cock into my waiting hole. I was on my hands and knees on our bed with him behind me one hand on my hips guiding his cock back home in my pussy and the other fixing his headset in his ear as well. It was Wednesday, which meant we both were working from home though we still had meetings to call into every few hours. It so happened that both he and I had meetings around the same time, which meant that our new game would involve him fucking me slowly while we were both on our calls trying to get the other person to slip up and make an inappropriate noise. We had been doing our Dinner game for a few months and I had been winning on a regular basis. When going down on him I started teasing his own hole with a finger or two, he was reluctant at first but between trying to describe his day to me and my having his cock deep in my throat he could hardly object if I started rubbing his behind as well. And I could not help myself as it was really super effective on him, first just rubbing the outside with a wet finger, then after a few weeks I moved to slowly opening him up and when he started getting used to that, I moved on to find his prostate and give it just the slightest nudge when I could sense him getting close. Needless to say, he was cooking most nights of the week. Since we started he had learned to cook a bit, though we also ate out many nights when he was too tired to cook and really he was not meant for the kitchen. At about the same time, he got promoted at work with a big salary bump and started trying to convince me to quit my job and go full-time as a girl at home. I had considered it, but I hated the idea of being a kept woman even if I did want to go full-time. I explained to the boy that I had no idea what I would do at home all day by myself and his only response was "I am sure you could find ways to keep yourself busy." That said, my job was the only thing keeping me in boy mode these days and it was a drag, but I was not sure if I left now I would be able to rebuild my career later. So we had a stalemate on our hands. One day, the following winter, I caught a pretty nasty cold and the boy stayed home to take care of me. Despite being sick, we had a pretty large project at work that we were close to shipping so I tried to work from bed and dialed into meetings. It was during one of these calls that the boy came into the bedroom, pulled back the covers and started to massage my chest. "What are you doing?" I asked, having put my phone down. "Just pay attention to your meeting, dear." he repied with a sly look on his face. Meanwhile, someone on the call was asking for me so I grabbed my phone and quickly responded. "Yes, I am here. I think we can do that by next week..." As I said this the boy moved to take one of my nipples into his mouth and agressively start sucking on it like a hungry baby. I put my hand over the microphone on my phone and snarled, "Stop that!" but he just looked up at me with the most innocent eyes. This continued for a few minutes, progressing to him biting my hard nipples as I tried to explain why we were behind on deliverables. I had thrown my head back with my eyes closed, trying to focus on the call while the sexual tension in my body slowly built. After a few minutes I felt his mouth leave my breasts and I could no longer feel his breath on my chest. I breathed a sigh of relief until I felt him lift my hips off the bed and pull down my pajama pants and panties in one fell swoop. "Uh, uh, no I do not think that will be a blocker for us," I said as I felt his fingers massging the cheeks of my behind in concentric circles. "We are just waiting on the vendor to DELIVER" I stressed the last word hard as the boy's tounge touched up against my rosebud. "Are you all right?" someone asked on the call. "Yeah, sorry, this cold just knocks me out sometimes" I quickly responded as my cheeks flushed and the boy pushed his tongue farther up my pussy. I covered the microphone on my phone with my hand again. "Are you trying to get me fired here?" Again, he just looked up at me with those mischevious eyes while his tongue was touching all corners of the insides of my hole. And so our new game was born, I would go back to making dinners and lunches so long as I wanted to keep working, and every Wednesday we would both "work" from home and tease each other whenever we had a phone call. When he had a meeting, I would usually tease him with my mouth, though I tried a variety of other things as well. Pretty much any warm part of my body that I could use to tease his cock had been tried. He responded best to the time I gave him a foot job wearing silk stockings he bought me in Europe, even going so far as to lick his own cum off of my feet once he was done with the call. When I had a meeting he would usually repeat the initial call that started our game, with him playing with my breasts or with my pussy. Some days when he was extra horny he would wait paitently with his cock right in front of my face and I would open my mouth wide whenever I did not have to speak for him to rub around inside while I listened to my call. If I pushed my tongue against the tip it meant he had to back out so I could say something, If I was feeling adventurous though, I would tell the people on my call I was eating lunch, take his cock deep in my throat, and only respond to the call with affirmative or negative grunts. He never fucked me though, we saved that for whenever we both had a call at the same time. We had to be extra careful, as we both responded the most vocally to this. Neither of us could move very quickly, no hard thrusting, and usually we would come together in one of the many positions we used while I would just massage his cock with my ass muscles and he made very slow gradual strokes. My favorite position was to ride him so that if my call ended early I could pick up speed raising myself off of him and back down again forcing him to work extra hard not to make a noise. That brings us to today's call, where I was on the bed doggy-style and he was behind me. I was wearing a pink bustier with garters, stockings and heels. We had played earlier (when I said "work" from home before, the "work" really meant fuck like rabbits) so my hair was a wild mess. "So we are just waiting on..." I started to say as the boy bottomed outin my pussy. This was one of my favorite moments, when his cock touched that specific part of my insides on the first thrust. That feeling alone, with the anticipation building up as he slowly pushed into me inch by inch, always made me so incredibly happy and fulfilled. But I had to focus! "...oh, nevermind it sounds like everyone is here. Okay we can get started." I turned my head back to look at him as he spoke softly into his headset for his own call. We had to both speak quietly so as to not be heard on each other's calls, which added an extra layer of tension onto our game. He had both hands on my hips and was pulling back out maybe a millimeter every second. I gave his cock a couple good squeezes with my spinchter around the point he was half way out. "Yes, we ran into some complications," I said as I noticed he had stopped pulling out. I squeezed his cock again and looked back to see his own eyes were closed as he was in the middle of a long explanation of something. "But I think we can give a strong push and get back to where we started." As I said this, I thrusted myself back all the way on his cock until he was all the way in me. When I turned my head his eyes were bulged out and he was gritting his teeth while I gave him a wink. "Once we get to that point, I think we will be able to have something to turn over..." as the last words escaped my mouth I suddenly felt myself being lifted off the bed by him, his cock still hard inside me, and flipped over until I was on my back. "... something very soon." I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled my body up off the bed until I was almost face to face with him. His eyes were locked on mine, and I so wanted to just kiss him right then and there but he was in the middle of another explanation and I had to listen to my product manager go on and on about something that I could not care less about at that moment. When he finished speaking I felt his hands go underneath my bottom until he lifted me up off the bed again. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up until I was floating in the air hanging off of him. I tried to raise myself up off his dick a bit as his nipples rubbed against my breasts through my lingerie. "I Just do not want to raise expectations beyond what we can deliver," I said. I looked into his eyes again as he was wrapping up his call with some closing remarks. I slid back down fully impaled on his magnificent rod again and leaned back until my arms were fully stretched around his neck and I was at a 45 degree angle from the bed. I was squeezing his cock as hard as I could with my ass (which, I have to admit was pretty hard. You know those long tubular cookies you can get at the store? I have trained myself such that I can open myself up enough to insert one half way, and then close myself around the cookie breaking off half inside of me, which the boy then gets to go retrieve with his tongue before we share.). As he finished his call he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and quickly turned it off. He lowered me back on the bed and moved my legs up to his shoulders. I rubbed my stockings against his neck, knowing that this drove him crazy, as the product manager on the call was doing a final rundown of everyone's blockers. The boy started picking up speed now, all the teasing up until this point having built such amazing sexual tension within him I think his cock could have drilled through concrete as he thrust in and out of me. I tried to reach backward for my phone to mute it, knowing that whenever he starts thrusting like this I would start moaning very loudly but he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed until my phone was just out of reach. I had to do my best to contain myself from screaming out as his cock was massaging my g-spot continously now. I grabbed one of his arms from my side and bit into it to keep myself from saying anything, the pain only seeming to double the intensity of his thrusting. The seconds seemed like hours as everyone else on my team were describing their needs. It occurred to me that my needs were all focused on the boy, on making him happy and being the best girlfriend, lover and whore for him whenever he needed. As this thought washed over me I felt myself let go as I came with the biggest orgasm of my life. My clit gushed cum out for the first time in months, and I felt it spurt all over my chest, my bustier suddenly warm and wet. As I came my ass muscles contracted even harder than before around the boy's cock as I felt him getting close as well. And then finally it was my turn to speak, the product manager saying my name as the boy thrust up into me to the hilt and erupted his own orgasm painting the insides of my pussy with his boiling hot cum. "Alex, what are you waiting on? Do you need anything?" "No... no. I... I think I have everything I need right now." The boy was still shooting inside me as the call finally ended and he remained hard enough to stay inside as we both took a long breath. I looked up into his eyes again, and he back down at me. "So I guess I will be quitting after all." "Oh really? I thought you said you would be bored at home all day." "Just.. shut up." I said as I pushed the bluetooth headset out of his ear with my stockinged foot. "When is your next call?"