"Oh god, yes, yes, yes," says my boyfriend Justin. He's on top of me thrusting in my pussy.
I, Kandace, and my boyfriend are in my college dorm room on my twin bed. My roommate Kristin is out so Justin and I are taking advantage of the alone time. We've only been dating about a month but I can tell from his sounds that he's about to cum. I'm not close enough to cum but that's okay, it still feels very good. Next time I'll try to make sure I get the big O also.
"Oh, fuck!" he says and I feel his dick jerking and spurting.
He remains on top of me breathing heavy. His chest presses down against my boobs. My hands are caressing his back. I love my boyfriend.
Oh, yuck. His sperm is leaking out of my pussy and down my butt crack.
"Get up!" I say panicked.
"What?" he says groggily and doesn't move.
"You're leaking out of me. Please get up."
"So? Change your sheets. Or just leave it and the smell will remind you of me."
"No, it's leaking down my butt and on my leg."
"Take a shower later. I don't want to move. This feels very comfortable and close to you."
"Justin, please!" My voice has hit full panic. I pull my arms back and push up on his shoulders but that does nothing so I push up at his face.
"Kandace!" he says frustrated. He gets off me.
I scamper off the bed to the bathroom. I dampen a washcloth and clean up. The action causes more sperm to come out but since I'm in the act of cleaning it's no big deal.
I come back out.
"What is wrong with you?" He sounds annoyed.
"I just don't like when it leaks out. There's nothing wrong with that. Once it comes out of my pussy, I need to clean up."
"You're compulsive. Other girls don't care. Other girls suck dick."
"Is that what this is about? That I won't suck your dick? I told you I can't do it.". I feel emotional and start to cry.
He wraps me in his arms. It's just what I need.
"I'm sorry. It's just I like having my semen dried on your leg."
I push out of his arms. "So like a dog marking it's territory?"
"Why do you always think the worse?'
I scowl. I am mad at him again.
"I'm going to find a way to make you less freaked out about getting a little messy."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I want to help you."
"I'm fine, Justin."
"Being afraid of sperm is a problem. I'm surprised you have sex."
"That's not funny."
"No, I mean, you know, sex is messy yet you do it."
"I love you and most of the sperm is in my pussy until I squeeze it when I go to the bathroom. It's the stuff that comes out by itself that I can't stand."
"And any dick drool whether on your mouth or your body."
"I'm going to help you, Kandace."
"I don't need help."
He didn't argue though I know he didn't agree. He just said he needed to go.
I mention what happened to my roommate but Kristin is unsympathetic. She's a little cock-sucking slut.
Over the next two weeks, Justin would get off me as soon as he finished. I appreciate his thoughtfulness.
I'm naked on my bed waiting for Justin, my naked lover, to cover me with his warm body.
"We're going to try something different, " he says. He has a long strip of cloth. "Put your wrists together like this."
He demonstrates with the insides of both wrists touching. I do as he asks. He takes that long cloth and starting in the middle wraps it tightly around my wrists. He then pulls my wrists and so my arms above my head. He drops to the ground doing something and it pulls on my wrists until it's tight and I can't move them.
"I don't think I like this," I say. I don't want to try bondage.
"You will," he says.
Now he's tying my ankles together.
"Stop, Justin. I don't want to do this!"
He's tying the other end to a bed leg also.
"Don't worry. It's for your own good."
Own good? I'm especially worried now.
My body is straight up and down with my legs together so he's not thinking sex.
"What is this for?'