I pushed her down on the couch…made a quick noose and tied her hands together and then fastened the rope to the foot of the couch.
Then I really went at her tits, twisting the hell out of them….she yelled so loudly that my ears rang. She never did use her safe word…which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her breasts as a “just in case” thing. I got into a rhythm where I’d pinch and twist, holding just long enough that I thought the burn would begin, then I’d gently lay my wet, hot tongue across her nipples. The contrast of feelings made her body writhe, and the sounds she made were exquisite. The gasps and winces turned to pleasurable moans and coos.
After working on her breasts, I went for her cunt lips. She was drenched, and not only her pussy. The insides of her thighs were also wet, and my fingers slid easily around her inner and outer lips. I’d alternate between sliding around the outside of her snatch, every so often tweaking her clit, to plunging my fingers deep inside her. Her lips were so wet that it was hard to get a good hold on them, but I did a few times and twisted her outer lips hard.
As a reward for taking the pain, I planted my hot mouth on her pussy and gently sucked her lips into my mouth. A few times I focused on her clit, gently, in a teasing way … then I’d pull my head back and while her eyes were closed, I’d slap her pussy with my hand, “smack!” Her body would convulse in surprise then relax again as my mouth returned to sooth the sting.
I got her to the point of cumming a few times, but wouldn’t let her….until I was ready.
About then, I figured it was time for some oral action FOR ME…she pursed her lips. She wouldn’t suck me! Bitch…
It was then I realized that that while I was the Dom, but Joni was really in control. Once she got what she wanted, then I’d get what I wanted.
So now that I realized how to play the game, I pretended to be pissed, and so I spanked her ass and the backs of her thighs ’till they were pink and blotchy. I went after her tits and pussy again, and let her cum.
It was only then that I got my BJ.
At this time in my life I’d had so little oral, the experience sent my head spinning. Her mouth was so literally hot, and she used nice pressure. She kept her hands moving around my shaft and balls. Her spit made everything so slippery and sexy. It was also so erotic to watch my cock disappear into her mouth. And the slurping and gulping sounds…
As badly as I wanted to shoot a huge load in her mouth, I had to get my cock in her pussy. I had her climb on me.
I laid back on the old couch and she climbed on. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in effortlessly. As hot as her mouth was, her cunt was even hotter. And softer. She started bobbing and rocking away, but I slowed her down. My six-plus inches was bottoming out in her. I could feel the cone of her cervix tweaking the tip of my cock when she came down on me with her full force. The pinpoint stimulation on my gland drove me crazy.
I loved my position under her. Joni’s breasts bobbing in front of me made a perfect target for more “torture.” With both hands free, I could take a tit in each hand and squeeze them, then zero in on each nipple to pinch and twist. When I’d do that, her body would tighten … her eyes would scrunch shut, her neck muscles would tense, her legs would close around me, and her pussy would clench down on my shaft.
Knowing that I wasn’t going to last much longer, I timed my orgasm so we both came at the same time. I felt like I pumped jiz into her for an hour. My body quivered with aftershocks as my cum mixed with her pussy juices dripped out of her all over.
Afterwards, I just held her.
The peacefulness of this post-orgasmic time was wonderful.
I showered at her house in a dazed stupor. It was around 5:30 pm when I went home, and I was wobbly legged the rest of the night. Every time I thought about the experience, I my cock stiffened. The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had discovered the pleasure of being a master, and found new power in being able to pleasure a woman in a way that was new to me.
What happened shortly thereafter floored me.
I got this email from Joni. Here’s what it said: “Rich, If you get a divorce you can have me for life. I want you, I need you, and yet I can’t have all of you. This isn’t fair. If I had just a year or two before you filed for a divorce, I would be very patient. Since I know you won’t change your life, I can’t see you again. It hurts too much. Even so, I send you a big passionate kiss. Joni”
Over the next year or two we corresponded a few times. Joni got married and earned her PhD. My hope is that she is leading a wonderful life surrounded by a loving family. But I’ll always remember Joni through the passion in her eyes and the sound from her lips when I twisted her nipples …
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