He asked me to massage his calf as he lay on the sofa, his feet in my direction. I massaged the closest one, propped up on the back of the sofa. After a couple of minutes of this, he points out that massaging his calf makes his cock hard. Indeed, it is standing at attention. He commented on how that’s funny.
“Maybe it’s because I’m catering to your every whim,” I suggested.
“Yes. Maybe that’s it. Now remember what makes me hard,” he says with a grin. We are definitely people who are wired a bit differently when it comes to sex.
We were slowly making our way to the bedroom and I hadn’t had a chance to make up the bed yet. I needed to move pillows around, take the blanket off, lay the throe down. I point this out just as he lays down on the bed with his laptop. “The things I do for you,” he grumbles as he gets back up. I laughed and said, “Oh yes, you get up and allow me to make your bed.”
Needless to say my collar was not on yet. We both chuckled.
Everything settled, we lay on the bed. He rolls over from looking at the laptop and is face to face with my tit. He starts sucking on my nipple and does it so well. He doesn’t just latch on and suck like some guys do, he licks, sucks, tugs, swirls his tongue over it. He varies it enough that it’s nothing but exciting. I close my eyes and get all sorts of turned on.
He has me shift so he can reach my pussy and he slaps it, alternating with feeling around my cunt to see if I’m wet. I got really h0rny from the nipple teasing but, sadly, not wet. He sucked on the other nipple and again I was lost in reverie although somehow a little bit less this time. (I started analyzing how most guys suck nipples compared to what MasterDoc does.)
Enough of toying with my body – he had me suck his cock. As always I enjoyed it. I sucked it in deep and tried to make it touch the back of my throat. I do this for quite a while, and then he makes me shift so I’m between his legs. My mouth back on his cock, he laces his fingers in my hair and says he’s going to try a little bit of face fucking. I hold my head still and he thrusts a little into it. He’s relatively gentle, probably because we’ve never done this before. I gag a bit but manage to hold it in, and my mouth floods with saliva. I eventually have to take my mouth off to let the dam of saliva out. But I thought the whole thing was really hot: his using my mouth like an object, feeling his hands in my hair holding my head.
He fucked me from behind. I had lubed myself up so I was ready. (The spirit is willing but the flesh is a bit dry.) After a while, he takes a break to deal with penis, which has started not to cooperate. I reach back and start stroking my clit at just the right time – he says he was just about to tell me to lick his ass to help get him fully hard again. I get really worked up stroking that throbbing, jutting clit of mine. My clit is fairly big without being very big. It’s not hard to find it, but it doesn’t resemble a small penis. He fucks me again. I get close to coming but alas the pain in my knees outweighs the pleasure eventually.
He has me get the Liberator axis and a blindfold. We put porn on the laptop and masturbate side by side. He gets on top, and I put the blindfold on. He fucks me slowly and deeply. The axis makes him get in quite deep without trying. He gets me worked up with alternating faster fucking. And suddenly, he tells me to come. I can feel my vagina of steel clamp down and his cock slowly pushed out. He slaps pussy, rubs clit with an index finger and I keep on coming. I squirt as he keeps up the teasing touches and I grasp his arm that’s beside me, supporting his weight, as I gasp and come. He gets his fingers poised at my hole. I so want him to finger fuck me, and I’m sure he knows that at those moments I ache desperately for it. He thrusts his fingers in and I come even harder.
I was in ecstasy. I could do nothing immediately after but smile at him goofily.
As I come to my senses I stroke his chest. He comments that I know how to make him feel good, and I was stroking exactly how he had once told me to remember. I start to think nasty thoughts. I think to myself that I actually want him to make me lick his ass. I’m at the point where I want him to make me do things I don’t like because, well, the power exchange involved would be hot. The act of licking his ass isn’t erotic for me in and of itself, but the idea that I’m doing it as a submissive, to please him, is hot. I play with cock and ass as he lays on the bed. I start to snuggle his tummy and chest and lick and kiss. He’s clearly enjoying this while I apply pressure to his perineum. He gets up on hands and knees, still not sure if he’s going to have me lick his ass. He strokes his cock while I massage his back, then ass. I realize that he would like his ass licked, and so without even being told to, I take it upon myself to go at his ass with my mouth and tongue to make him feel good. He really enjoys it. And I think he was probably a bit surprised at how I dove right in; first nibbling one cheek, then the other, then pulling his ass apart so my tongue could reach the puckered hole.
He has enough my oral ministrations after a little while. (And I have the thought that it would be neat to get ice cream as a reward when I do it. *grin* I don’t say this while my collar is on - it wouldn’t be appropriate at all.) I lube up my fingers and start to massage his ass. I gently work finger in, feeling the series of muscles as I make my way into his asshole. I push towards the prostate in the front. I think to also massage his perineum with my thumb while doing this. He seemed to really like it. I follow his directions to press harder on the prostate. A feeling of power comes over me as he grunts and comes. Very strange when, within a submissive place, I found there’s a sort of power in being able to make him feel so good. I lay down with a self-satisfied grin after.
I have the bratty thought that it would be funny to offer him my finger to lick. I hold back because my collar is still on.
He asks me to heat a plate of food for him and in case you’re wondering, yes I did scrub my hands well before preparing his food. But I couldn’t resist, after my collar was off, pointing out to him that if he’s so sure that ass-to-mouth is safe, then it really shouldn’t have mattered if I prepared his food with my finger still covered in essence d’ass. He said, yes, that’s true. Perhaps one day if I’m feeling ballsy I’ll try this out.
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