But that’s not the deal. Whatever my hormone-loaded brain tells me, whatever doubts I may have, I’m not about to violate this woman’s trust in me. And even asking to fuck her right now, would be a violation. A mediocre pussy fuck from a man twice her age, isn’t what she has signed up for. Total obedience is.
Blissfully unaware of the meanderings of my brain, O has started moaning more loudly. I’ve moved on to sucking the area surrounding her clitoris now, and she definitely approves.
I put a finger against her vagina entrance, and she pushes back immediately. She’s ready. I slowly push the one finger in and out until I feel her opening up. Then I push in two fingers as far as they go.
While I increase the power of my sucking just a bit, I try to move my fingers over her vagina wall. I hear O curse, then her moaning becomes faster. She’s close. I focus on not changing anything now, continuing the rubbing and sucking at exactly the same pace.
Her orgasm is big. There’s more cursing and some words in a language that I don’t understand. Then a sort of wailing. Then she squirts. In my focus, it catches me off guard and I get quite some of her fluids in my mouth, the rest on my face.
As she calms down, I lay down next to her. She smiles at me and says: “I knew you’d be a good choice.” Then, touching my face: “O my, what a mess I’ve made.”
She gets up, grabs the toy that has been lying discarded on the bed all this time and disappears into what is obviously the bathroom.
Left alone on the bed, I catch my breath and think how utterly satisfying that was. It might not have done much to relieve my now raging erection, but having that gorgeous woman come all over my face was certainly one of the highlights of my sexual life.
A few minutes pass before O comes out. She has obviously cleaned herself up and looks ravishing. On her groin, the black harness, with the long pink dildo swaying in front. It would probably look comic to me if utter horniness wasn’t completely blocking out any sense of humor.
She’s carrying a towel and wet wipes. “Stay”, she says when I try to get up. On her knees beside me, she cleans my face and chest and dries me off. I’m acutely aware of the pink dong hanging over me.
“Listen, Tom”, she tells me, “I know this is kind of a big deal for you, and you’ve lived your whole life without it. So, I’ll need you to tell me again what you want me to do. If you don’t, I’ll get you off because I don’t want to leave you hanging after what you did for me, but then you need to leave.”
She’s being kind, but she’s also being cruel. She’ll make me say it, which is probably harder for me than to undergo it. Actually, that’s probably her point, that I shouldn’t feel like I ‘m undergoing it, but that it’s a deliberate choice.
I clear my throat. “O, I want you to take that ridiculous pink cock of yours and fuck my ass.”
She smiles, and says: “That will do. Get comfortable on your back, pull up your knees and open them.”
I do as she says and feel the butt plug starting to slide out. She grabs it, guides it further out and puts it aside. She then takes the lube and applies another generous dose to my ass. Then she fills her right hand with lube and starts obscenely rubbing her cock, grinning at me wickedly.
After getting my “formal consent”, she must have thought there is no use in further dragging it out. Swiftly she puts the dildo against my hole and with one slow hip move pushes it in at least as far as the plug went.
I gasp. I’ve had toys up my ass before – of course I have, I’m a straight guy with pegging fantasies, how could I not have tried? – but they were always controlled by me. Now I ‘m at the mercy of another person.
Then, I look at her, and all my worries disappear. The sight of her towering over me, lips slightly open, focused, those wonderful tits between my knees, is heaven to me. Before she can continue, I hike up my knees further and tell her: “Take me.”
And she does. She starts moving in and out, pushing further with each trust, clearly enjoying every moan she elicits from me.
And boy, do I moan. Not just because my ass is hurting – it is! – but because I’ve never been hornier. My cock is rock hard and the friction of her belly against it only adds to my excitement.
I have my feet high in the air now and she’s fucking me practically horizontally. More of the dildo is inside me than I’ve ever had there, and she keeps pushing further. As I keep moaning, she starts talking. More words in her language are mixed with what I assume are the English translations: “Your ass is mine now. Yes, moan for me. Take it, bitch.” And similar filth. All music to my ears.
As unbelievable as it seemed before, O has actually managed to get the whole toy inside me. She now has slowed down and keeps fucking me by pulling out a bit and bottoming out every time. I have my arms and legs around her and her face is close to mine. This feels incredibly intimate.
Unexpectedly, she stops and tells me to let go of her. I relax my arms and legs, and she pulls out, carefully. She steps off the bed, and I see her taking off the strapon. She grabs something from the bedside table and comes back. She’s opening a condom.
My cock has been getting little direct attention, but is still rock hard. O grabs it now, and with a smooth movement puts the condom on. Strangely enough, we’ve never talked about this part, whether we’d also have “regular” sex. Apparently, O has decided we will. I’m lying with my legs stretched out now, and she straddles me in the cowgirl position. She grabs my cock to aim it at her vagina, and smoothly sits down on it. After all this excitement, the feeling of her warm wetness around my cock is almost enough to send me over the edge.
She seems to realize this and just sits still on top of me. She’s panting. Her hands caress my belly, then my chest. She lowers her face to mine and kisses my lips. Then she whispers in my ear: “You did well, come for me now.”
She starts moving on my cock. Very slowly at first, she moves up a few centimeters and down again. Then, gradually, longer movements on my cock, a bit faster. She’s looking at me intensely. All I need to do is moan and enjoy.
I can no longer hold on. I come inside her and scream. I scream like l’ve never screamed during an orgasm. The sexual release, the emotions of what we’ve just done, it all comes out.
As I calm down, O is smiling down at me. She then carefully gets up while I hold on to the condom and disappears to the bathroom again.
After a minute or so, I have enough presence of mind to remove the condom and clean my cock.
I grab a blanket, turn onto my side and cover up. Soon O appears and spoons in behind me.
We’re silent. Every time I think of speaking, it’s something like “Can we do this again?” or “Next time, you can…”. I think better of it. Why ruin the moment with expectations? Totally relaxed, feeling O’s warmth around me, I drift off.
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