"You Can Do Whatever You Want With Me"

"You can do whatever you want with me."

Grace enjoyed uttering those words to a man. She almost always had. She'd found it to be a window into the sexual part of a man's mind. She'd experienced all manner of reactions to those words, too.

One of her college boyfriends - Joe - froze up. He literally stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her naked body without doing a damn thing. She'd given him freedom to do as he desired and she'd overwhelmed him. It wasn't entirely fair, but Grace broke up with him a few weeks later.

Danny - a guy she'd dated in her mid 20s - decided that he wanted to have doggystyle anal sex upon hearing those words. Grace had decided against it, mostly because she'd never had it before and she was certain it would be hugely painful and quite messy. It was the only time she'd turned down what a man wanted to do when she'd uttered those words.

Two months into her relationship with Eli - the man Grace would eventually marry - she offered herself to him with what had become her catchphrase of a sort. 

"Yeah?" he'd replied.

Grace was naked in his bed. Her long blonde hair was splayed out on the navy blue pillow case beneath her head. Her legs were spread enough for him to see her pussy, which she'd prepared for him that afternoon by shaving off everything but a strip above her clit.

Eli crawled into the bed and kissed her thigh just above her knee. He ran his fingers over her soft skin and his lips followed all the way to her pussy. "I hope this isn't too boring," he said before plunging his tongue inside her and dragging it up to her clit. He sealed his lips around her throbbing sex organ - they'd made out quite a lot at the movies earlier that night and he'd done wondrous things with his hands as they fooled around - and Grace arched her back, closed her eyes, and moaned as he moved his tongue back and forth.

"Eli, baby, that feels so good."

Grace ran her fingers through his hair and then grabbed a gentle fistful. She wasn't sure why, but she liked doing that when he went down on her. Something about it felt right. It always made her pussy a little wetter, too.

She came in just a few minutes. Eli was the only man she'd ever been with who could make her cum that quickly with his tongue. When the final waves of orgasmic pleasure had exited her body, Grace looked up to see a giddy smile on his face.

"I love making you cum," he said. "Sorry if it's weird that I wanted to go down on you when you offered yourself like that."

She sat up and Eli sat back on his knees. They kissed as she stroked his cock. He wasn't as thick as other guys she'd dated and her fingers wrapped easily around it, but Grace liked that. It made blowjobs a lot easier to give, for one, and her pussy was never particularly sore after sex, which was a good quality for a man she was already thinking about in a long term kind of way.

"It's not weird at all. It's a very good quality, in fact." They kissed softly. "In fact, I like that you're the only man that's ever gone down on me after I've offered myself in that way."

"You've said that to other guys?"

Grace nodded and felt Eli's cock get a little harder in her hand. She looked down to see that the head was plumper than usual. "Does that bother you?" she asked.

Eli shook his head. "I don't think so, no."

She kissed his neck and moaned. She stroked him a little faster, too. "Would you like to know what some of the other guys have done when I told them they could do whatever they wanted with me?"

"Yes," he whispered.

Grace moved her boyfriend to his back and cuddled next to him. She played with his balls and kissed his neck and then looked down to see his cock throbbing with desire.

"One guy couldn't bring himself to do anything," she said. "He just froze. It was the weirdest thing. He did identify himself as the wrong man for me, though, and we broke up soon after."

"Shit. Poor guy."

She laughed softly. Not really. Joe was an average boyfriend at best.

"One guy tried to fuck my ass," she said. "I also broke up with him soon after. Obviously."

Eli looked at her and Grace was certain he wanted to ask if she'd ever had anal sex. He kept his mouth shut, though. He'd always been a little reserved when it came to sexual matters, though not enough for it to bother Grace. In fact, she liked that about him. It was refreshing.

She did want to answer the question, though. "I'm not against anal sex, by the way. I've had it a few times over the years. I don't love it, but with the right guy it's worth it to make him happy. The guy that wanted it when I offered myself to him, though, was not the right kind of guy."

Grace kissed her boyfriend and offered her tongue. She teased the head of his cock while doing so and was delighted at the way he moaned into her mouth.

"I'd be willing to have anal sex with you, by the way," she said. "Not all the time. Probably not more than once or twice, but if it's on your bucket list then I could help you cross it off." Grace studied his face for a moment smiled before adding, "But you're not really interested in that, are you?"

Eli shook his head.

She kissed him with surprising passion and stroked him while avoiding the head of his cock for fear of causing an early orgasm.

"The first time I said it to a guy I was wearing a full lingerie set. A bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, heels. The whole thing."

"I'll bet you looked amazing," Eli said.

"It was the first time I'd ever worn something like that. We were in college and that kind of lingerie felt so adult and sophisticated. There was a sale, though, and I bought it on a whim after walking by the shop. We were in my dorm room. My roommates were out for the night so we had time. The lingerie had given me confidence and the look in his eyes when he saw it...I don't know, it just made me want to give myself to him, so I said the same thing I said to you."

"That he could do whatever he wanted with you?"

Grace nodded and kissed her boyfriend's neck.

"What did he do?"

She smiled as the memory of that night came back. His name was Gerald. He'd been born and raised in London but had come to America for college, the same as his father had done before him. Grace was more than willing to admit that his accent had been a big part of why they dated. His talent in bed had kept them going out for longer than they probably should have.

"He took me into his arms and kissed me," she began. "His hands roamed over my body, caressing the lingerie. He had me undress him and take his cock in my hand. He asked me if I liked his cock, if it made him feel good."

"What did you say?"

Eli was excited. Grace could hear it in his voice. He was, in fact, more excited than she'd imagined possible. She smiled, though. She liked making Eli feel good. She liked it a lot and she wasn't the slightest bit bothered by the fact that he was clearly turned on by a story of her and another man.

"I told him that I loved his cock," she whispered while brushing her lips against his neck. "I hadn't had many partners at that point, but I told him that he put the others to shame, that he fucked me better than anyone ever had."

Gerald had thoroughly enjoyed that. In hindsight, Grace came to understand that he was a bit insecure, but most men that age are.

"Then he asked again if he really could do whatever he wanted with me," she continued. "I told him he could. I don't know why, but I was so excited at the idea of Gerald simply doing as he pleased."

"What did he want next?"

"He wanted me to suck his cock," she replied.

Eli moaned. Grace looked down to see his cock head had swollen up a bit more and turned a darker shade. His excitement filled her with a sense of giddiness.

"Is that what he said?"

"His exacts words were, 'I want you to suck my cock,' and I got on my knees immediately. My pussy...I can still remember how it tingled, Eli. I don't know what I was expecting him to do when I offered myself to him in that way, but I liked that he wanted me to give him a blowjob."

"You're really good at giving head, so I can understand why he'd want it."

The compliment lit her up for a few moments and Grace wondered if she was in love with Eli. That could wait for later, though.

"He told me to look up at him as I sucked his cock," she said. "It was harder to do with him in my mouth, but I did. The look in his eyes was incredible, Eli. He was so turned on. His dick was so hard, too. It was like I'd made a fantasy of his come true without even knowing it. Then he put a hand on the back of my head and began to thrust a little. It was a bit unpleasant, so I played with my pussy while he fucked my mouth slowly. I was so wet, baby. Wetter than I'd ever been."

Grace was wet in that moment, too. Soaking wet. She wanted Eli inside her, but she knew he'd cum quickly and she was having too much fun for it to end right away.

"I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but he had other plans. He stood me up and we kissed even though my lips and chin were wet with saliva. I told him again he could do whatever he wanted with me, though this time I was even hornier and I knew he could hear it in my voice."

Eli kissed her neck and grasped one of her breasts. "What did he want?"

"He wanted me from behind. He said the garter belt made my ass look incredible. He told me to get on my hands and knees in the bed. It was low enough that he took me standing. He slid into me from behind. He told me he wanted to fuck me hard, to get a little bit rough."

Eli moaned. "Did you let him?"

"I did. It wasn't anything crazy. A bit of spanking. Some hair pulling. Really hard fucking."

Eli's hips pushed upwards, signaling his desire for pleasure, for an orgasm.

"I played with my clit as he fucked me. It hurt a little as he pounded me, but in a way that really turned me on. I came really fucking hard, Eli. Really, really fucking hard. Gerald did too. He came hard and deep inside me."

They kissed as Grace rubbed her thumb over Eli's plump cock head. She could have made him cum in so many different ways, but she wasn't ready yet.

"Would you like to hear another story?" she asked.

He nodded.

"I dated a guy from my first job. It was stupid to date someone I was working with - it didn't end well - but it was so hot at first. One day I texted him an hour before lunch. I told him that I wanted him, that I didn't want to wait until the end of the work day, and that he could do whatever he wanted with me as long as I got to have his dick inside me."

"Fuck...Grace, you're amazing," Eli said.

She felt such intense lust for her boyfriend in that moment that it was difficult not to mount him and take his cock for a ride. Grace held off, though.

"We went to his car during lunch. He asked me if I'd ever gotten fucked in a car. I told him I'd given road head but never had sex. He started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, unzipped his pants, freed his dick, and then put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his cock."

Eli kissed her neck and the hot breath from his moans tickled her flesh. For a moment, goose bumps raced down her arm as Grace thought of throating her boyfriend's cock in his car.

"We pulled into a parking lot - I think it was a Walmart - and he parked. We climbed into the backseat and he fucked me. We usually used condoms, but he didn't have one. He told me he wanted to cum inside me, that he wanted his cum leaking out of me for the rest of the day at work, that it would turn him on to think of me at my cubicle with his cum dripping into my panties and resting against my pussy for the rest of the day. I probably shouldn't have, but I told him he could cum inside me."

"Cumming in your pussy does feel better," Eli whispered. They'd stopped using condoms just a few weeks ago and it seemed to Grace that Eli had enjoyed sex more since then, but of course he had.

"Does it make you jealous to think that other guys have cum in the pussy that you now get to fill?" she asked.

Eli responded with a moan and Grace squeezed the head of his dick, spreading his precum over the soft flesh. "No. Is that weird?"

"Not at all." It was hot, actually. Eli moaned and kissed her. He studied her face for a few moments afterwards and she asked, "What are you thinking about?"

He looked away and said, "That right now it's weirdly arousing to think of someone else cumming inside you."

Again Grace wanted to fuck him, to ride him, to make him cum deep in her pussy. It felt like a primal need at that point, like her body was screaming at her to give the man next to her pleasure, to ensure that he felt so good that he couldn't imagine being with anyone other than her.

"My boyfriend...the one fucking me in the car, he told me to beg for his load," she said. "His exact words were, 'Beg for it, Grace. Beg for my fucking load.'"

"Did you?"

She smiled as the memory made her pussy tingle. Some women wouldn't have enjoyed being vigorously fucked in the backseat of a compact sedan while the guy demanded that they beg for his load, but Grace had said he could do as he pleased with her and she'd been turned on at the idea of giving him exactly what he wanted.

"I did. I begged for his load, Eli. I begged him to cum in my pussy, to cum in my tight little cunt, to fill me with his load so it would be dripping into my panties for the rest of the day."

"Fuck," was all Eli said, though he let out a lovely moan.

"He came so hard, Eli. He was so loud, too. It was so hot, and of course I came so fucking hard, too. His cum was dripping out of me for the rest of the day. My pussy and panties were a mess when I got home. He fucked me hard then, too, so I got laid twice in one day."

Eli rolled towards her and then quickly reversed course. Grace was fairly certain he wanted to fuck her and she was ready for it.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked.

"I do."

Grace straddled him. She took him in her wet pussy. She rested her hands on his chest and began to rock her hips back and forth.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

Eli moaned and nodded. There was something on the tip of his tongue that he wasn't saying, though. Grace was certain of it.

"Say it," she said.

He looked away and she leaned down and kissed him, luring his attention back to her. She sat up again and once more began to rock her hips, bathing his cock in the slick and hot juices of her pussy.

"Say it, Eli."

He grasped her breasts and she rode him harder.

"I...I think this would feel even better if there was someone else's cum inside you...if your pussy was sloppy with someone else's cum..."

Eli came inside her as Grace smiled. He squeezed her breasts hard and it hurt a little, but he was in the midst of a great orgasm, so she had no problem dealing with a bit of discomfort. His hands fell away eventually and she leaned down to shower his neck in soft kisses.

Grace dismounted and laid next to him as Eli's cum leaked out of her. He turned, kissed her lips, and said, "That was fucking incredible. You're like no other woman I've ever dated."

"And you're like no other man I've ever dated, Eli, and I really love that about you."

His smile was soft and sweet and Grace was certain he was going to tell her he loved her. He held off, though, perhaps because he thought it was unwise to do so in a post-orgasmic state. Grace wouldn't have minded. He'd tell her soon enough, though. She was certain of it.

"So, do you think that the next time I utter those words that you might find yourself thinking that what you'd really like is to tell me to go out, get fucked by someone else, and come home to tell you all about it?" she asked.

Eli looked surprised - stunned, even - but then he smiled. "Well, I'd definitely ask you tell me more stories about other guys you've said those words to and the things they did with you, and yeah, I mean, I guess at some point I could absolutely see asking you to go fuck someone else. Is that...is that something you'd do?"

"For you? Yes, absolutely."