Life, Love, Sex

No Time

I want to write about the hot kinky sex I had with Match this weekend, but I just don’t have time to write about the awesome sex and being sub for him Friday night and how much fun that was.

I really have so much to do in the next couple days I don’t have the time to sit down and tell you all how he had me strip down to nothing but my panties at the calendar after party at the hotel.  Or how every time I managed to sit down, he would send me to fetch him something.

I also don’t have the time to tell about when we made it down to his room at the end of the night and got into bed, he put my hand on his cock and it grew hard for me almost instantly.  I’m halfway out the door as I tell you how I went down on him and he fucked my face good before moving on to my sopping wet, dirty whore pussy.  I want to be able to tell you all about how delicious the fucking was and how he hit my g-spot on every stroke and how dirty the fuck was with nasty talk, slapping, and being held down.  All which is why I came so damn hard and loud.

And God!  If I only had a free moment to tell you how he flipped me over and slipped oh so smoothly into my ass, fucking me long and hard until he finally came and collapsed on me.

I’m sorry I don’t have the time right now, being busy with the final semester of all semesters.  I hope you can forgive me.

A Need to Be Filled

I had woken up horny. Jefferson had fucked me to satisfaction that morning, but after showering and falling back asleep I woke up wanting to come again. I was on my own though as Jefferson had come that morning and was busy doing work at that point.

“I’m horny. Your toys are in their usual spot?”
“Yes, honey.”

I went into the cupboard and pulled out the Hitachi and gold box with various toys in it. I started out with just the Hitachi but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was going to need more than that to get off. I pulled a dildo from the box and covered it with a condom and slipped it inside me. I tried again with the wand. Nope, my ass needed something too. I grabbed the big red butt plug and slipped that inside me too.

Ahh, that was much better.

I put the Hitachi against my clit and just relaxed, letting the orgasm come to me in it’s own time.

When I came, I tensed up and cried out as my pussy and ass spasmed and tightened around the toys in me. I shut the toy off once I was finished, fully satisfied.

I came back out and relayed the events to Jefferson, claiming it was a “need to be filled kind of day.”

“I’m making progress you know,” I thought to him.
“How’s that?”
“Well, 2 years ago I would never talk about how I get off, but now I can. Though I still won’t let anyone watch.”
“Maybe one day,” he mused.

Good Vibrations

My cunt was in overdrive today.

Like hardcore.

And not just that I was horny.  Though I was.  Extremely.

But I was so turned on that I got to the point just before orgasm based on thought and the subtle hum of the bus.

And then I even managed to have a little mini orgasm, just from squeezing my PC muscles.

How ’bout that….

Brought to Tears

Adam: Do you want to cum?
Avah: Yes sir.
Adam: Why don’t you? Why not just disobey me an cum if you want it? Why do you hold back?

He asked me this Tuesday morning as we chatted online together.

Monday afternoon he had told me I wasn’t to cum until our date Tuesday night. Now, normally this isn’t too big of a deal- I can go a day or two without cumming; easily. Especially these last few months where my libido has been significantly less than usual. Except in basically the past week, it kind of kicked into overdrive. Thus making it harder for me.

And Adam didn’t just tell me not to cum and just leave it alone. No, of course not! He had to tease me and work me up into a horny frenzy. Monday he tortured me with words of how he was going to hold me down by my throat and fuck me; beat me; have me call him sir all night; use me as nothing but a fuck toy- rape me. Needless to say, I was sopping wet and humping my chair by the end of the night. And I still had almost a whole day to wait.

Tuesday morning it got worse- he had me stuff dildos in my pussy and ass and that almost pushed me over the edge. I almost didn’t think I could do it. I was so worked up and so close to cumming, all I would have needed were 30 seconds with my Hitachi. But before I could even give it a second thought Adam had me remove the dildos, once again denying me permission to cum.

So why did I obey?

In earlier years, I would have balked at someone trying to control me (even if it was something I wanted deep down). I either would have never agreed to such conditions or I would have just done as I wished and lied about it. But I’ve grown in the years I’ve been exploring BDSM and my submission.

I’ve learned now that it’s just plain more fun to do as I’m told. It’s entirely more satisfying to be obedient and submissive. Though it’s still so new for me actually. Adam and I agreed that our second date would be much more about my mental submission. I was to call him sir (I like using honorifics, though I draw the line calling someone master if they’re not my master); I was to arrive in lingerie he approved of, a dress, and heels; and my eyes were to be kept downcast that night.

Luckily for me though, I didn’t have to wait until later that night to get off. I had nothing else planned for the rest of the day, so Adam had me come over earlier.

And let me just say ahead of time, never underestimate the hotness of being fucked while still wearing lingerie and heels.

When I got to Adam’s, I immediately stripped out of my dress and kneeled at his feet, offering myself to him, as I was instructed. He pulled out his cock and I started sucking on it briefly before he grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto the bed face down. My underwear was pulled off and my ass slapped hard a few times before Adam turned me on my back and plunged his fingers into my cunt. I groaned as he hit my g-spot and quickly got me off.

The next few hours went by in a blur. All I remember is a frenzy of sensations- Adam’s hands almost always in my hair or wrapped around my throat. His fingers would pull at the lacey fabric covering my tits and his mouth sought my flesh biting down hard again and again as I screamed and whimpered. I remember him fucking me from behind, my face pushed into the mattress as he held my wrists behind me.

Again- fucking while still wearing some underwear and heels= so.fucking.hot.

It seemed like either his cock or fingers were constantly in my cunt and his teeth biting some piece of exposed flesh.

His words circled my head as he either made me cum or cry out in pain- dirty whore, slut, fuck toy, his to use, hurt and fuck. I was very quickly put into gooey subspace.

At one point he told me to look at him and he spit in my face as he grabbed the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I whimpered and obeyed as he barked at me to keep my legs open.

Then there were the quiet moments with my mouth wrapped around Adam’s cock as he worked at his lap top with the news of the Pope’s landing in the background and being put to some service making the beds and putting dishes in the dishwasher.

Eventually his fiancée, Emma, returned home from work. She was barely in the door before Adam told us to start making out. I think I’ve yet to kiss a girl that wasn’t a good kisser. He then instructed her to finger me as I sucked on his cock. He pinched my nipples hard and I moaned around him. After a little bit he pulled out and started to finger fuck Emma and ordering her to cum. He switched us around a bit and positioned me to be fucked as I ate Emma out. His hands dug into my flesh as he came. I was turned over as the condom was emptied on my face.

“Lick the condom,” he ordered me

I whimpered.

“Stick your tongue out and lick it like the dirty whore you are.”

I obeyed and licked the remaining drops of his cum.

When he was satisfied he told me to go wash up as I was wiping cum from my eyes.

We spent the next while ordering dinner and watching the Mets game. Emma tied me up in a chest harness type fashion and I sat on the floor at Adam’s feet to eat.

“Who are the starting pitchers?”
“Santana, Pelfrey, Perez, Vargas, and Maine,” I responded without a skip. “Wow!” I exclaimed, amazed how I just did that.
“Good girl, I’m training you to think like a submissive. Who’s the best pitcher?”

Crap, I didn’t look at the stats.

“Santana?” I guessed.
“Good girl. Who’s the worst?”
“Um, Pelfrey?”

I really had no idea.

“Who are the 2 new ones?”
“Uh…Perez and Pelfrey? No, wait, Vargas and Perez?”

He sighed and ignored me.

Part way through the game he quizzed me, “Who was Milledge traded for?”
“Shoot, um, Schneider and um…?”
“Think religious,” he said, wrapping his hand in my hair.
“Jesus?”
“Church. Pay better attention slut.”
“Yes sir.’

After dinner I cleared the dishes and wiped down the table then Adam told Emma to attach me to the cross in their bedroom. Emma wrapped a chain around my waist keeping me up against the cross and another chain attached to my rope harness for good measure. Adam came in shortly after and everything after just becomes a blur- I remember a lot of pain. Lol.

Adam had Emma attach clothes pins to my labia and oh God ouch. He told her to try to attach one to my clit or jewelry even. I whimpered in protest, but was ignored. She eventually found my clit though making me holler and dance.

“Ahh! Yellowredgahhhh!!” I screamed in the 2 seconds it was attached before being quickly removed.
“Do you need to be untied?” Adam asked me since I did slip a “red” in there. I’m still amazed my brain was even able to process safewords.

I shook my head no.

After that I danced uncomfortably as I lived with the pinching sensation between my legs as Adam wailed on me and Emma with fists, floggers, and other beating implements.

I continued to complain about the clothes pins and he told me he’d take them off if I asked him to do it with a whip.

I resisted at first.

He teased that they would go watch the Mets game then. I whimpered, just wanting the clothes pins off. I finally gave in and asked for him to take the clothes pins off with the whip.

But fuck I was scared. I was turned around and my hands were chained up because I kept trying to cover my breasts as he flicked the dragon’s tail at them. I screamed as he caught a good hard lick on my chest. He moved on, more interested in my pussy anyways. He landed his first blow higher up, on my mound and I screamed, trying to buckle over, but not being able to go far because of the bondage.

“Sweet Jesus!”

“What’s that slut?” he asked as he came over to comfort me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I tried to recover. “Are you seeing Jesus? Should we baptize you? Are you wanting to accept Jesus the Savior into your heart?” he teased me.

I shook my head no. What I wanted was for him to not flick that whip near my girly parts again.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he told me as he walked back away.

I stalled at first, shaking.

“Spread them you fucking slut!”

I reluctantly obeyed and tensed up as I waited for the next strike.

He aimed right for my pussy and the tail struck hard, knocking a few pins off. I screamed and started to cry from the intensity of the pain. I shook my head violently crying that I couldn’t when he wanted to do it again.

“Aww look, we made her cry,” he chided me as he came over. His one hand went to my hair as his other pulled the rest of the clothes pins off. My lower lip trembled as I kept a sob locked in the back of my throat. “But she’s holding it back,” he noticed. He slapped my face hard a few times and I started to let the tears go a little, but ultimately keeping it bottled up. I was too embarrassed to weep there tied to the cross as they both watched me.

Our play wound down as he undid me from the cross and had Emma and I get on the bed as he fucked us both to end the night. The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up watching TV quietly before I headed back home.

Dirty Dreams

Early this morning I remember having a rape dream.  There’s not much I remember, but I can see the image of a man’s knee forcing my legs apart and then him forcing himself in me.  And I know that it was hot.

It was probably due to Jefferson’s midnight molestations.

I woke up in the middle of the night to him parting my legs with his hand and rubbing my clit.  Unfortunately, he kept falling asleep.  And so did I.

As it so happens though, I really love being woken up to sex (and only to sex, I may just kill you if you wake me for other reasons).  A few years ago when I was spending the night with Robby, when in the middle of the night I woke up to him rolling on top of me and starting to fuck me.  He grabbed a fist full of hair as he fucked me, and I still remember him saying in my ear, “You like that, bitch?”

Way.  Hot.

It was a quick fuck.  He came quickly and then we both fell back asleep.

But damn if I don’t secretly hope for that to happen every time I sleep over with a guy.

Indecent Behavior

He had probably had a bit too much bourbon.

And I was probably a little overly enamored with him that evening.

So when our kissing and canodling led to Jefferson sticking his hands down my pants in the middle of the tea party, I was remiss to object.   But on the other hand I was conscious of the fact it was my first tea party and I wanted to be invited back.

But we were barely even noticed as I stood in front of him, spreading my legs wider for him to get deeper access inside me.  It’s amazing what you can get away with in a room full of perverts.

I braced myself against the back of the chair as his fingers did their magic and quickly started bringing me to orgasm.  I came softly, my knees shaking slightly underneath me.

I straddled Jefferson’s lap and we kissed in our stupidly drunken state.

“Baby, you’re so bad,” I scolded him, grinning.

Adventurous Food

Wow, I had an amazing dinner last night! I went out with Denzel, whom I haven’t seen or spoken to since the summer of 2006. He e-mailed me a few weeks ago saying he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to know if I was interested in getting together again. I liked him, so I of course said yes.

We met up last night as his place and he took me out to this nice Italian restaurant called Salute. It was a fairly upscale menu, though not too stuffy in atmosphere, which was nice. Though most people who know me know I’m not the most exciting eater. I’m quite picky in fact. But I can at least usually find something at an Italian restaurant.

We decided that night to both be a little adventurous in our selections, so for my main course I decided to pick the lasagna with wild boar and spinach in a bechmel sauce. He was even more daring chosing one of the specials that night of risotto with squid ink and mint.

Ugh. Lol.

My meal was quite delicious. I had cesar salad with yummy fresh dressing, the lasagna, and a yummy warm chocolate souffle dessert with an ooey-gooey center.

Denzel didn’t have as good as luck. He liked his steak tartare, but the risotto came out, and really it was as disgusting as it sounds. I didn’t dare try it, but it came out and it was this gray mess of a meal. Denzel said it was both fishy and bland at the same time, and then came the mint. He had 4 bites and that was all he could manage. Dessert was on the house that night.

Like last time, I sat through the dinner with a buzzing egg in me. I was much better at concentrating though. Go me! Lol. I almost asked him to turn it on high so I could finish, but I don’t know if I would have really been able to let myself do that in the middle of the restaurant.

But damn if I wasn’t freaking horny when we got back to his place! But we took care of that.

With the amazing sex. Ho-lee fuck! The man, besides having a beast of a cock, has this magic ability to just center in on my g-spot.

It certainly worked to bring my libido back, which had been waning for the last week or so (of course no thanks to my cold…).

It’s funny how having sex only makes me more horny. Bah.

But, I think we’ll have a good time when we get together for our weekend, which we’re finally doing after a year and a half!

Skin on Skin

I have so much to write about- there are at least 7 stories I have jotted down that I want to tell. Canings, fistings, dates. And then more randomness I want to write.

But where do I end up starting? With more recent events as it so happens.

It’s because of his skin. Jefferson’s skin- it’s so intoxicating to me. As soon as I feel his skin against mine, my head swoons and I can feel my muscles instantly relax, the blood rushing to the surface. My skin tingles and every brush of his fingertips or nibble and bite rushes through me like a zing of electricity.

I hadn’t seen him, or any of my friends for that matter, for weeks because of how much school work I had to do. The first thing I thought when we got naked was how much I missed his skin. And damn we fucked so good that day. I came half a dozen or so times.

I asked him for a back massage as it was so tight from all the work I’d been doing: spending hours in the dark room or hunched over my desk painting precise lines. God that massage was quite delicious. “I’m going to give you such a good blow job after this,” I said in the middle of my bliss. He just laughed.

But I wasn’t kidding. I’d been wanting cock in my mouth for almost 2 weeks at that point. And I sucked it like it was the last time I’d ever get to suck cock. And Jefferson came hard; so hard. God I love that.

He calls me his orgasm cookie, you know. It’s a name he came up with awhile ago, because Jefferson doesn’t generally end up coming a lot, yet he usually does with me. I have good timing I guess.

Then he took me to lunch and fed me (thanks naked Australian girls!). He almost played match maker, wanting to pair the little old ladies on our left with the little old men on our right. It would have been quite a coupling- so many walkers!

It had only been a few days the next time I saw him, but I missed his skin no less. I had to stop myself from devouring it.

“I love you so much,” I whispered as I kissed him gently.
“You’re so good to me, baby,” he replied moving his mouth to mine.

Soon he was rock hard and fucking me. He held me close and I buried my nose in his neck inhaling his scent. Mmm, coffee. It was gentle and sweet, the way we make love. I was slightly distracted by something on my mind, so wasn’t too concerned with chasing my orgasm at first. I just wanted Jefferson close to me. He went to push up on his arms to get a different angle and I suddenly clutched him, “Don’t leave me,” running through my head. It surprised me but I brushed it aside. Jefferson’s cock had found my g-spot, so I had a new distraction.

I was noisy as I came a few times like this before pulling him to me to kiss. We fucked slowly some more before taking a cuddle break. We talked about our plans for the rest of the day- a caning, a blow job and lunch.

Before the caning, we just had to fuck some more. He had me turn over and he fucked me briefly as he smeared some lube on my ass. I moaned into the bed as he pushed into my ass and started thrusting. It took me a few minutes to adjust, but once I had, I quickly moved toward orgasm. I moved my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit quickly, bringing myself to exquisite pleasure. That’s pretty hokey, but damn it was good.

“That was fun, I wanna do that again!” I thought to myself. (No lie!)

“What was that?” he asked me.
“What do you mean ‘what was that?’”
“Did you just come from having your ass fucked? Such a slut.”

Mmm. And then I came again, rubbing my clit even harder than before. And then I kicked him off me, having reached my limit. I was face down on the bed as I heard him change condoms but moved right back into kneeling position as I saw him roll the new condom on.

“Good girl,” he said pushing into me.

My hands gripped the sheets as he fucked me hard, hitting against my g-spot over and over again making me cum countless times. When I was sticky puddle of goo, he pulled out to fetch his cane.

But there was something else I wanted.

“Fist me?” I asked him. “If we can.”
“Oh there’s no if.”

He squirted some lube in his hand and with a few fingers went straight for my g-spot. Motherfuck it was good. I was instantly wailing as he rubbed it hard and fast. I nearly lost it as he added his thumb to my clit. All of a sudden he pulled his hand out and dumped a bunch of goo from his hand onto my chest. I thought it was lube, but nuh uh, that came from me Jefferson said! I squirted and didn’t even know it. (A little anticlimactic for me, lol.)

He put his fingers back into me and added more until he had all five in up to the knuckles. I breathed hard, concentrating on relaxing and opening up as much as possible for him. I felt Jefferson push his hand in further and I started to scream as his hand made it’s way fully inside me. I’m sure the neighbors heard me. I covered my mouth as I continued to scream into it as my pussy spasmed around his cock, getting used to the intrusion. It eventually relaxed and I told to Jefferson to move his hand some, but damn my cervix kept getting in the way.

It was so intense having Jefferson in me like that. I loved it. I opened my eyes every so often to stay connected with him. He came in to give me a kiss, but it put us at an awkward angle. Eventually it was the right time for him to pull out. Coming out hurt a bunch less than going in, lol.

He came to me and kissed me deep and started to fuck me again. He held me firmly as I came a few more times.

I eventually made him stop because I had to pee. When I came back from the bathroom his cane was out and ready. I laid face down at the foot of the bed and he started with the light tapping that just sends me into my happy place. He mixed in a few stingy swats as I started to warm up. Soon there was a succession of hard snaps on my ass making me moan and writhe on the bed. As they got harder, I reached for Jefferson’s leg and wrapped my arm around it. He rubbed my hair as he landed his hardest strike making me yelp and jump.

He walked around the bed tapping me at a different angle before grabbing a pillow and dropping it in front of the chair he sat in. I got up and kneeled before him, pressing my face into his chest briefly before kissing my way down to his cock. I sucked him hard and deep making him cum in my mouth in a short amount of time.

“I like the pigtails, by the way,” Jefferson told me at one point that day.
“Thanks, Lolita liked them like that, so I thought I’d do it again.”
“Oh, are you seeing her later?”
“No, she just likes them.”

As we ate our roast duck over lunch, I said to Jefferson, “Did I ever tell you about the time I spent Christmas in Paris?”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Oh, well, I spent Christmas in Paris my freshman year of high school and we had duck for dinner. So then, did I tell you the time a fireman kissed me in Paris?”
“No, but please tell me you have pigtails in this story,” he smiled, teasing me.

We parted outside the restaurant, kissing and hugging each other goodbye for the last time this year.

Darkroom Fantasy

Derek and I were the last two left in the darkroom. Everyone has gone home, but we stayed behind working on perfecting our prints for the final project due soon. We worked silently concentrating on the images appearing in the developing trays in the center of the room. Occasionally we would offer positive comments about each other’s work.

My concentration didn’t distract though the excitement I felt being alone with him. All semester long I’d eyed him wanting nothing more than to grab his dark, shaggy hair and make out with him. Every time he smiled at me all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss him. As the semester progressed, I even started to imagine going down on him; what his reactions would be like; how he’d feel in my mouth.

Can we say oral fixation anyone?

We passed each other dozens of times, going in and out of the darkroom to check our prints in the brighter light. Eventually with our heads down, we bumped against each other dropping our trays.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologized, bending down to pick his up.
“S’ok,” I replied, reaching to get mine.

Squatting down we looked at each other and I got goosebumps as he held the gaze for a few extra seconds. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips.

He pulled back, a little startled.

“Oh Go–,” but I was stopped as he kissed me back.

His hand took the back of my head guiding us to stand up. He pushed me against the wall and pressed himself close against me clasping his hands on my hips. My hands went straight to his hair, my fingers running through it, just like I had imagined all semester long.

He was such an amazing kisser. Of course he was. It was just the perfect mixture of lip and tongue action and just making out with Derek was making me so wet.

Our hips were dancing rhythmically together and I moaned as I felt him growing hard against me. I wanted that in my mouth, so badly. My hand reached for his ass, pulling him in closer to me.

Derek’s lips left mine in response, moving lower to my neck. He undid the button of my pants and slipped his hand inside, brushing softly against my clit. I moaned , squeezing his firm bicep and spreading my legs slightly for him. His hand reached further down and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and clenched down and he slipped a second finger along side, all the while, never wavering his attention from my neck.

In that position my clit was rubbing perfectly against his palm. I was more than turned on and it wasn’t long before I was getting ready to cum.

“Harder,” I breathed in his ear.

He moaned in appreciation and got on his knees to get a better angle. He instantly hit my g-spot and I had to catch myself from screaming out.

“God, yes, right there,” I directed him.

I braced myself against the wall, my legs starting to go weak as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Oh God, fuck!” I whispered, trying to cum as quietly as possible. I slumped to the floor as my shaking subsided. He kissed me and fed me his fingers, fresh from my pussy, for me to lick off.

He got up and stood before me to undo his pants. He took his cock out and God it was beautiful. Tan, just like the rest of his skin, hard, and long. I got up on my knees, eager to take him in my mouth.

In one quick motion I swallowed him, all the way to the back of my throat.

“Oh shit,” he sighed, quivering.

I sucked hard on him, massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue, and swirling the tip when I got to the top. I took long, deep strokes, pressing my nose against his pelvis taking him deep in my throat. He moaned and grunted as I blew him, leaning his weight against the wall to keep steady.

I wrapped my arms around his hips, keeping him deep in my mouth. I sucked harder, letting the spit collect, wanting to make him cum.

And soon my wish was granted.

He lightly grabbed my head as he groaned, “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft as I felt it pulsing, shooting his cum in my mouth.

“Holy Fuck, where’d you learn to do that?”

I gave a sly grin as he helped me stand up. We started kissing again; I just couldn’t get enough of that mouth.

We could’ve gone all night, but were interrupted when we heard the door open in the classroom. We broke apart and quickly put ourselves back together, picking up our print trays to get back to work where we left off.

“You live on campus, right?” he asked me.
“Uh huh.”
“We should do this again. Soon,” he said, adjusting himself.
“Oh yeah.”

We were joined then by our classmate who failed to notice (or mention) that the darkroom now reeked of sex.

Hooky

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I don’t usually play hooky to see Jefferson. I’m usually good and make plans around my classes.

But he’s so busy lately with his writing, and I’m getting so busy with the end of the semester being here now, I had to find a way to squeeze something in. I was needing it bad.

My clothes were off within a minute of walking in the door. Jefferson and I kissed passionately as he started stripping me. I moaned as he briskly pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, throwing it on the ground. He grabbed me tight in his arms and kissed me deep. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues danced together and my fingers ran through his hair.

His hands tugged at my belt and undid my pants pushing them down to my knees. I kicked the pants off and Jefferson grabbed me to kiss me again. He started walking me backwards to the bedroom as we stayed lip locked.

“Ow, wall,” I giggled.
“Yeah, watch out for that,” he said laughing at me.

He pushed me on the bed and pulled his PJs down in the same quick moment. He climbed on top of me, his body covering mine and we continued to make out furiously. I tugged at his shirt and brought it over his head throwing it on the floor.

I moaned and sighed loudly. Jefferson was being so aggressive and it was turning me on so much.

He moved up me, straddling my shoulders, and fed me his cock as he grabbed a condom. I sucked hard on it, wanting to devour Jefferson. But he pulled out after only a minute, quickly moving to between my knees, and pushed himself deep in me, sighing loudly.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as his cock hit my g-spot.
“God, you’re so wet,” he noticed.

Well, yeah.

Jefferson immediately grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the bed. I smiled, loving the control he was taking over me.

I moaned loudly as he fucked me, but hard. His hands moved from my wrists to my breasts and he squeezed them tight making me howl in pain. I tried to push his hands away but failed miserably and whined in frustration. But before long I was gripping the bedspread tight and cumming hard.

Jefferson kept fucking me, his grip moving between my throat and my breasts. My legs were positioned which ever way he wanted them. I groaned and cursed as he just kept pounding into me. Fuck it was so freaking good.

I came another 2 or 3 times before we collapsed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We napped for awhile and I woke up to the feeling of Jefferson’s fingertips lightly brushing my shoulder. His hand reached out and took my jaw directing it up so he could kiss me. My cunt tightened with just that hint of pressure. I was dripping wet when his hand lightly held my throat. There was that submissive button being pushed. I was fucking putty at that point.

He stroked himself hard as we kissed, adjusting the condom left on from before.

“You’re going to suck me off now; or should I fuck you? Or both?” he asked me.
“Both,” I breathed.
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy or ass?”
“Pussy.”

He spread my legs and pushed into me roughly and I groaned in pleasure.

“Mmm, good choice.”

Jefferson fucked me even harder than before, pulling at my legs and slamming into me hard and deep. I moaned and cried out as it felt so.fucking.good. I nearly got fucked off the bed as my head was starting to hang off the side. He pulled me back up, moving us over. Up over his shoulders my legs went as he kept pounding me.

His fingers tugged at my nipples, actually more like squeezing them. Like a vice. I shrieked in pain and tried to push his hands away. He swatted me off and punched my chest and twisted a tit instead. Jefferson relented and I panted looking up at him staring down at me. I knew that look; he wanted me to cum. So I started chasing it.

I brought my hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit- it was just aching to be touched. I rubbed it furiously as Jefferson kept fucking me at a hard steady pace. In moments I was crying out and clenching down hard on him. My back arched as the orgasm rolled through me.

And Jefferson just kept fucking me.

He repositioned my legs in such an arrangement that he was hitting my g-spot with each forceful thrust. It was so intense; I just covered my face and cursed into my hands.

“Oh fuck. Shit! God! Fucking God!”

He leaned in just a little bit and my clit started to rub against him. That was enough to send me over again. I rocked against him bringing myself to another climax, this one 3 times as hard as all the others. I screamed as I exploded on Jefferson’s cock, nearly pushing him out. I twisted on the bed, grabbing at Jefferson to keep him doing what he was doing.

“Shh, you’re too noisy!” he scolded, covering my mouth.

I hushed a little and we went for another orgasm right on the heels of the last one.

“Baby, slap me,” I asked Jefferson.

He smirked at me and gave me a bunch of whacks on each cheek.

I came again, whimpering from exhaustion.

“I’m tired,” I cried.
“Aww that’s too bad.”

My legs started shaking as Jefferson showed no sign of letting up. I wasn’t sure I had the energy to cum again.

But of course I did. I felt it coming and I leaned up into Jefferson, holding on to the back of his neck. My clit was just being constantly rubbed and it was just totally doing it for me. I started cumming again and I laid back in the bed arching my back; my legs shaking, all jittery from exhaustion.

Finally, Jefferson let me rest.

“Ok, suck my dick now,” he said rolling to the side of me.

Sorta.

I laid there, panting, trying to catch my breath, waiting for the residual shudders in my cunt to dissipate.

“Yeah, ok, hold on.”

I got up on wobbly legs, slightly light headed and grabbed a few gulps of water from the bathroom faucet. I treaded back into the room, put my hair up in a ponytail, and climbed on the bed. I smiled at Jefferson and gave him a kiss before kissing my way down to his cock.

I kissed and licked the outside before taking it in my mouth. It grew hard and long as I sucked on it and let the spit start to collect. I wrapped my arms under his thighs and bobbed up and down trying to take him as deep as possible. Jefferson let out a grunt as he slid down the back of my throat.

I worked at a higher intensity knowing we were aiming at making him cum. It wasn’t long before we got there.

“Here it comes,” he managed to sputter out before letting go in my mouth. He grunted and twitched and wrapped his legs around my head, practically cutting off the blood flow.

And then he smacked me on the side of the head!

“What was that for?!” I asked when I was finally let up for air.
“I dunno, seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Why’d you hit me?”
“Oh perhaps because you were squeezing my carotid artery?”
“Hehe, whoops.”

Later that evening after I’d gone home, I managed to get myself horny again. With the roommate gone I pulled out my Hitachi and glass dildo and went to town.

It took me a little extra time and I started to doubt it was going to happen, but of course I managed to cum one more time that day.