I have found that while I am perfectly fine in the moment of sexual release, when presented with… say a video of those same moments, I become quite the blushing woman. I know I have lost a lot of weight recently, have even been feeling good about myself. Yes I have a ways to go, but really I look and feel better than I have in years. When I saw myself on video, the old doubts came crashing back. I don’t believe I am a beautiful woman. Adequate yes, but beautiful?
Yesterday I was presented with a surprise visit with Master. I hadn’t intended to see him, but when it happened I was thrilled to settle into his arms. He has been worried about me since my surgery, unwilling to compromise my health with any play until I was fully healed. We had been physically together, but until yesterday, he’d been unwilling to “throw the store” at me.
It started slow, his lips sliding over my skin, biting my nipples, making me squirm. He’d told me he wanted to mark me, show the world I was his. He understands the need not to, but he teased his way across my body non the less. The pain of it was exquisite, arching my back and making me quake. When he slid his hands down my body, across my clit, I came almost instantly. He never paused, never slowed his pace.
It built again low and deep inside me, pulling itself up from someplace I didn’t know existed. I yearned to feel him inside me, but he refused, his fingers remaining firmly planted on my clit alone. I came over and over and still he never slowed. I lost track of orgasms around 20, one of his hands wrapped in my hair, the other insistent between my legs. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore he demanded it, pinning me against the bed and making me cum for him again and again until I floated away into the nothingness. I shivered, shook in his arms. A long, low sigh escaping my lips for I knew I had come home.
Master asked if I was ok and I couldn’t function enough to say yes. He slapped my face to bring me back around but I was hoarse from screaming and I couldn’t make my lips move more than to smile at him. I lay my head against his chest and floated. I’m not sure how long I was incoherent, but when he slapped my face again the world came sharply back into focus.
When he decided I was mostly coherent, he slid his hands down my body once more. This time he started gently, sliding two fingers inside my soaked pussy. I was so sensitive, my body quivered with every stroke. Master didn’t waste time. He pushed another finger and another until his fist was buried deep and I was screaming for him once again. My back arched, pushing him deeper and I thought I was going to come apart.
I heard the camera click, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I screamed for him, begging and when I came it was hard and fast. Master didn’t slow his pace, this time pinning me to the bed with my ferocious need. I rode the wave of orgasm as it rose up over me. Every time I thought I was done, it crested higher, lapping at the shores of my sanity. I ached with the exquisite pleasures he provided, the final tsunami washing over me, obliterating my very existence for a time.
When I came back around again, I glanced at the clock and mentioned that I was going to be late.
“I’m going to make you later,” was the rumbling reply. I thrilled at his feral need. I knew it had been awhile since we’d truly been together, but this… this was beyond imagination. He placed my hand against his cock and I rose up to meet him. I laid gentle kisses across his balls, the head of his cock. I like it when he is not yet completely hard because I can fit all of him in my mouth. I slid my lips ever so slowly over the tip of him. He pushed my head down and I sucked him deeper, my tongue running lazy circles around the base of him.
As he grew harder in my mouth, I started the slow pulsing rhythm I knew he enjoyed. I love making him moan. He doesn’t do it often because it means he is losing control, but today he did, long and low. I knew he was close, his body shaking under my hungry mouth. His back arched, pushing his cock deeper still. A small growl escaped his lips and he came hard, shooting down the back of my throat. I drank him in, pleased that I thrilled him so, but I was not done either.
Sometimes, when I give just enough of a moment for a man to release his seed and then continue to suck him deep, he can cum again, completely draining him in the process. It leaves him in a daze, a veritable puddle on the bed. I did this once with a man who was standing and he collapsed, his knees giving way beneath him. Ever since I have been much more careful. The last thing I need is an awkward visit to an ER, a bleeding Master to explain.
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