A topic I’ve had in my mind for a while but never gotten around to writing about is that often, when I’m stimulating her clit or really almost anything, I can make a misstep of some kind. I’ll be manipulating her clit with my fingers, say, with some repetitive motion and maybe gradually increasing the intensity in speed or pressure or whatever, and then my hand will slip off. Maybe just because there are a lot of moving parts, but often because she’s bucking and writhing unpredictably. With all the wiggly bits down there and the swelling and hardening and relaxing and shrinking of her clit it can then be hard to return to exactly what I was doing, because the landscape changes. She will then say “no, what you were doing before” and then I’ll try to figure out what I’m getting wrong, how to get back to where we were. Sometimes it just doesn’t work and we have to restart, more or less.
I mention this mainly because I probably act all the time like I just kick ass the entire time we’re fooling around, and I don’t. What I’m doing is always trying for 100% and adjusting when we aren’t there. Make mistakes and fail forward, people–hit and miss and trial and error is what hot sex is about.
We had another best ever last night. Oh my g-d she is so incredibly hot and naughty. We were both fired up, having not touched each other for five days (yesterday was Thursday; our last big night was last Saturday). She was feeling very submissive and wanted to be bossed around a little, so I asked her if she was ready to please her master tonight and she gasped and shuddered and came. She nodded yes and asked “do you want me to suck you?” I said show me how bad you want it and beg me. She looked at me to indicate she was ready to be directed, and I said “say ‘please, master’” and she said “please, master” and I said “may I suck your cock?” and she said “may I suck your cock?”
She just looked so sweet and vulnerable and needy, but I couldn’t let her get off that easy. Masturbating with one hand and brushing her cheek with the back of the other, I said “now say it again.” She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and her curvy little girl body visibly aching and said “please, master, may I suck your cock?” and I was getting so hard. I sat back, she crawled forward, and she loved my big hard cock with her sweet mouth. Oh, it was good. I was dripping, telling her what a good girl she was being, and she tolerated the pre-cum, or maybe even liked it. Being so submissive when she’s ready for it turns her on and she was making herself come every time she took me deep, her body lurching. Two or three times I had to pull out to avoid finishing; it was still much too early in the evening for that. She gobbled me up until her jaw was exhausted, I gave her a chocolate to get rid of the pre-cum taste, spread more of that fountain of ante-jizz all over my cock, and told her to lie down and spread her pussy lips. Now, when I command her like that it sets her off again so she couldn’t just spread them, she had to mess with her clit a little. I let her get herself off a few times while I jacked off, then plunged my rock-hard rod into her sweet, tight, little honeypot.
We fucked so good.
Later I put her in a lacy bodice, maybe you call it? On top it had a little boob window highlighting her perfect big soft melons, supporting them with an underwire. It ended at her waist in essentially a garter belt, with the straps hanging down. We didn’t bother with the stockings but I added a matching pair of crotchless panties. Damn, she looked hot. We fooled around like that for a while, me mangling her clit with my hands and her coming over and over. She was really on fire; all told it was about 3.5 solid hours and she was coming the whole time. If it was 200 total climaxes I would not be at all surprised.
I mentioned to her that she would look even sexier in her collar and leash. She moaned and soaked in the submission-charged atmosphere. I leashed her up. As I continued to maul her clit with my right hand she grabbed her leash to pull tighter on her neck, indicating to me she needed a little light violence. I held the leash taught against the bed, only six inches up from her collar so that she felt bound down to the bed. Every time she lurched she lurched back; I was leaving no leeway and she gently, briefly choked herself intentionally a few times. She began coming incredibly hard and for a very long time–minutes, maybe about five but I confess I didn’t check. She was vibrating, quaking, shuddering, and coming over and over. Finally she’d had enough and she said “that was the biggest ever.”
She also had a couple news. One, earlier in the evening, I don’t remember well. It was with my mouth, but the exact circumstances escape me now. Later, though, we had a great time with her chain leash. I grabbed it with my hands, a few inches apart, and pulled and dragged the links over her clit. She loved it sideways, but when I turned it 90 degrees with the chain aligning with her slit, and dragged 8-10 inches of chain links across her clit over and over, she came over and over and kept begging me not to stop. “Master, please make me come some more!” Well, I obliged. What a sweet girl.
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