Begging was always something that he was into. I have to ask permission to cum. Which really means I have to beg. He never says yes if I do not beg. The same is true if I want him to stop hitting me. Though realistically, he never stops impact play before he wants to. However, being sick this week has brought about an interesting change.
I am begging for me. That sounds bad, so let me explain. I begged him to let me give him oral. It was a very selfish attempt to help my throat (it was logical in my horny head). He has been trying to be nice since I have been unwell. But after two weeks away I wasn’t really looking for nice. I know he didn’t want to get sick, but let’s be real, myself and both kids were under the weather, it was bound to happen. He could have at least let me suck his dick beforehand.
And so, the begging commenced. I begged for little things to practice, like tea, or an extra blanket. You know you are in trouble when begging for tea turns you on. And I tried my best not to be too snippy or bratty; something I have oft been accused of while ill. I consider myself a good beggar. I mean, I know that my coughing fits sounded pretty scary, and my voice was funny because my nose was stuffed up. But I was trying my best. I really needed a good fuck, sick or not, and I was willing to beg my butt off to get it.
So when he brushed my nipple this morning I jumped. I started to immediately rub against him as much as I could. I sat in my desk chair to get my face at dick level, in hopes to inspire him. I know it was manipulative. Some may call it topping from the bottom, I call it creative begging. Hey, I was sick and horny; don’t judge me. And, in the end, everything worked out. Sir gave me a great fuck and settled me down until I can feel better and truly be what he wants.