0 comments/ 26581 views/ 9 favorites You Need It, Don't You? Pt. 01 By: SECrow We met in a bookstore with a small coffee shop. We were walking around, looking at books and talking. As we stood next to each other in the poetry section, you turned and grabbed my right breast and squeezed it. I looked at you and you were smiling at me - you looked like a kid joking around, and also looked really pleased with yourself. I turned toward you, catching your nipple between my thumb and first two fingers and turning it like a car key. At a quarter-turn I said in a calm, neutral voice, "You do not ever touch my breasts in public without permission. And if you receive permission, you touch them in a way that shows me how eager you are to pleasure them, which you are quite good at. You do not grab them like a piece of meat. Do you understand?" Your smile faltered, but your eyes burned into mine, showing your interest and arousal. Your maroon t-shirt was bunched and twisted around my fingers as I rotated them further; your erect nipple stuck out through the shirt as you muttered, "Unh." Then louder you asked, your smile returning, "Well, what about you?" "Oh, I can touch your nipples wherever and however I want to." Twisting yours even further, I stepped closer and raised my knee between your legs, pressing it against your stiff cock, whispering, "Because you like it, don't you baby?" Your eyes closed and your pelvis thrust forward, grinding your cock against my leg, mindless of anyone watching. I let you enjoy the sensation for a moment before withdrawing my leg. I untwisted my hand but, rather than letting your nipple go, pulled it outward, watching it stretch through the cloth until it was pulled taut away from your chest. My thumb and fingers pinched together as they slowly slid off the tip of your nipple. You moaned as it snapped back. "Why don't we go get some coffee?" I suggested as I turned and walked away toward the cafe. We got coffees and a piece of pie to split and sat down in the small jumble of tables. One woman looked up at us as we found our table, frowning, but most people didn't seem to notice us at all. We sat down across from each other. As we sipped our coffees I told you, "We have talked about how to stay in touch when we're not around each other, and how to make sure we talk when we say we will. I have made a decision about how to encourage this. I think you will benefit from some more accountability. First of all, any day that you fail to contact me once in some way -text, phone, person, or email- will equal one clothespin, to be placed upon your body at my discretion the next time we are alone." "Those scare me a little," you said. "Shut up, Wilson," I responded, and continued. "If I text you, and you fail to respond that day, one clothespin. If you do not demonstrate interest in me or what I am telling you, hmmm, that might require two clothespins. But most important, if I suspect that you are intentionally misbehaving to receive punishment, I will decline to dominate you - no sitting on your face, smothering you with my dripping pussy; no helping you know what a good come-eating slut you are by letting you beg for the chance to touch my clit with your tongue - until I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson." "Now, I do believe in the importance of positive reinforcement. So if I text you and you are busy at work, and you still text back a quick smiley face with a note about when you can talk, you will earn one good slap of your hard cock. If you tell me, "I will have to go after about ten minutes but I'm all yours for that time," you will earn three good hard cock slaps - one for honesty, one for time management and responsibility, and one for giving me your undivided attention." I reached my hand under the table and grabbed your cock through your pants. I squeezed it so tightly at the base that you felt like you might explode. "Your cock wants to be slapped hard, doesn't it, Wil?" I asked. "Yes," you almost moaned. I squeezed harder and pulled you toward me by your cock. "Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes, ma'am," you said. "Yes," I murmured, "I want to slap it, too, get a nice rhythm going, over and over. Watch your cock bob up and down for me . . . and if you're very good maybe you'll get it stroked, too? That will be nice." I released your cock and you sat back in your chair with a sigh. We talked about work for a little while until I had to go. "You still planning to come over Friday?" I asked. * * * * Friday evening, you knocked on my kitchen door. I opened it and stepped back for you to come in. I was wearing old jeans and a sheer, flowered long shirt. It looked as though I might not be wearing a bra, but the pattern made it hard to tell. You wanted to reach out and grab my breast to see, but you knew that you had better resist that urge. It was distracting, and you struggled to bring your attention back to the carry-out containers you showed me. "Good, thanks," I said, "But let's eat later. Let's go upstairs now. Take off everything and lie on the bed and wait for me." When I turned, you could see my large nipples jutting through the shirt, and the way the fabric clung against my slightly rounded belly. You walked past me to head upstairs, using all your willpower not to rub your hands against my belly and feel the thin shirt sliding over it. You reassured yourself that you would get your chance to touch and satisfy your tactile urges. When I walked into the bedroom, you had done just as I said. You were lying on your back, naked, looking at a book. You looked at me as I walked in and I smiled at you. I unfastened my jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and climbed over you to straddle your hips. I took the book away and set it down, and leaned forward to kiss you. Your tongue eagerly leapt into my mouth and wrestled with mine; we took turns sucking each other's tongues hard and licking each other's lips lightly. "Mmm, I love kissing," I murmured. "You may touch me, Wil." Grateful, you slid your hands up my sides to cup my breasts. A small sound escaped me. You gently rocked your hips against me while your expert fingers found my nipples and pinched them lightly. I stretched out more to almost lie on top of you, groaning as the kissing, grinding, and nipple play had their effect on me. I shuddered, and you thought maybe I'd relinquished my games for the evening, but then I pulled my head away from yours, gently took your hands off my breasts, and pushed them up over your head. In seconds I had my soft rope cuffs around your wrists, which I attached to the post of the bed with a leader. "Roll on your side," I told you as I slid off you to your right. You rolled sideways and I arranged you as I wanted, putting a pillow under your head and making some adjustments to the rope. You found that when you were lying on your side facing me, your top arm resting on your head, your bottom arm stretched out, you were comfortable and had an unobstructed view of whatever I was planning to do next. You just couldn't pull your hands or arms down from their position. Even though my long shirt was almost see-through, I seemed dressed compared to you, lying vulnerable and nude. I smiled at you and held up something - a clothespin. "It's only been a few days," I said, "and you've been very attentive. So I only have one clothespin to place this evening. Let's see; I wonder where would be the best place to put it?" Involuntarily, you jerked, your leg coming up to cover your crotch. I laughed. "Oh, are you worried I might put it on your cock, baby?" I asked, running the clothespin lightly along your thigh. "You hold still, now, and let me decide . . . and don't hide yourself from me," I added, slapping your thigh sharply. You slowly drew your leg back, exposing your cock and balls and took a deep breath. "That's better; now hold still," I commanded. I ran the clothespin slowly up your belly to your chest, tracing circles with it around your nipples. I opened it and placed the clamp over one nipple, letting it close slightly but not fully. You groaned. "I know you can't take it here . . . yet," I told you, "but don't worry. I have other ideas in store for your nipples." I released your nipple from the pin and continued its journey around your body - would it land on the tender skin of your upper arm? Your belly? The skin right above your hip? I traced my way down your body with the clothespin, coming to the part of your body you had instinctively protected. "I think since you tried to keep this from me, it almost has to go here somewhere," I decided. I grabbed your cock firmly at its base and almost absent-mindedly began stroking it very slowly as I traced the clothespin around your inner thigh, up through your pubic hair, under your balls. Finally I decided, pulling the loose skin of your scrotum out away from your balls and clipping the clothespin to it. "Ah!" you tensed, and I knew from experience what you were feeling - the initial pressure and sting, the feeling of discomfort, thinking that it's too much and you have to have it off, then finding it slowly subsiding into an odd, warm, slow burn, that somehow almost feels good and keeps that part of your body fore-grounded in your mind. I knew, too, that any time you moved in a way that jostled the clothespin, it would bring it right back to the beginning of the cycle - the sting, the overwhelming pain, the gradual easing and throbbing. Satisfied, I sat back and reached behind me on the nightstand. You heard a shifting clacking that you couldn't place, and lifted your head from the pillow, trying to see what I had. I placed it on the bed between us, a small box full of small, 1 inch hinged hair clips, each with six plastic teeth. "These are called claw clips," I explained, pressing the hinges on one to open the miniature claw wide, exposing the pointed tips. I began to place them around your chest. I pinched your nipples hard so that they were stiff and stood out. I rolled your nipples between my thumb and index finger slowly, as though I were looking for an elusive radio station. Then I placed the two smallest clips directly on your hard nipples. Looking at my handiwork, I flicked the hair clips here and there to make you jump, and flicked the tip of the clothespin. Your instincts got the better of you, causing you to jerk your leg in front of you, which pulled on the clothespin much harder. Quickly, you pulled your leg back and breathed deeply, waiting for the initial sting to subside. I grabbed your cock with one hand and slapped it hard with the other. "Didn't I tell you not to hide yourself from me?" I demanded, slapping your cock again and again. "Oh, yes ma'am!" you said quickly. "I know you need this cock spanked, slut," I told you. "I understand how much you need it . . . don't you?" "Oh yes, please slap my cock, ma'am," you answered. "Ow . . .ah, please." I yanked your cock roughly, then let it fall, bouncing off your thigh. "Now," I told you, "you say you are a curious person. This is your opportunity to learn just what your mistress likes. You had better pay close attention, because you will be expected to remember how to please me . . . if you are good enough to get the chance." I lay down on the bed and threw one leg over you, scooting close so that you could see the wet mark in the middle of my panties where my juices had started to seep through. I wiggled even closer, until you had a perfect view of the fine hair on my legs getting darker as it disappeared under my panties, and I slid my finger over the top of them, rubbing my clit through the thin fabric. "It feels so good to grind my clit against you through my clothes, or rub it through my panties - it makes me so hot, sometimes I come before I can even get to touching it directly," I told you. My finger rubbed a slow circle, then began rocking my clit back and forth through the cloth. My fingers pressed my panties into my wet pussy and I started grinding my hips against my own hand. I was getting so turned on, and I pulled my panties off quickly and began rubbing my swollen clit. You could see my whole pussy glistening and now you could smell my excitement, too. "Oh yes," you whispered, "yes, rub it." "Be quiet!" I said, "or these panties will double as a gag. But," I said, sitting up, "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I picked up my panties and rubbed them against your face. "Lick that juice off my panties, Wil. You want that pussy juice all over your face, don't you? Do you smell it? Don't you wish you had my pussy shoved in your nose right now instead of just my wet panties?" Leaving my panties draped across your chest, I lay back down in front of you. You watched me as I stroked myself, sometimes with one finger, sometimes with two. You took your assignment seriously, paying attention and making mental notes. I loved massaging and moving my clit around under my fingers. You noticed that I had a cycle of getting excited, getting quiet, my body tensing, looking like I was about to come and then dropping down a level, working my way back up. It's like an orgasm spiral staircase, you found yourself thinking. When I thrust two fingers into my pussy, you moaned. You had thought you knew how wet I was but when I spread those inner lips wide, my juice flowed out and ran down my pussy and ass onto the bed. To be so close - to see me, and smell me, but not touch - was agony. The smell of me made you feel high. You thought it would kill you not to be able to lick those lips, to suck that juice out, to be part of pleasuring me. Soon my body grew more and more tense. My breathing was rough, and my hand moved faster and faster. You held your breath, willing yourself to be quiet. Suddenly, my hips bucked violently off the bed, and I was yelling, "Ah, ah, oh God - fuck!" I managed to keep my legs spread wide so you could see my pussy pulsing and convulsing, squirting more and more come out until I was drenched. I curled up on my side and lay, periodically shuddering with aftershocks, for several minutes. Finally, I sat up, and smiled. "Well, I'm in a good mood," I remarked. "Would you like a turn to see if you can please me?" "Oh yes, please, let me make you come any way you want me to! Please . . ." I carefully opened the clothespin, and you cried out a little, because the release caused a different kind of sweet pain. I took off the clips from your chest, and replaced those on your nipples with the little bobby pins I favored. I flicked the hard tips of your nipples, making you moan. "Mmmm, I love playing with your nipples," I murmured, rubbing one with my palm and pinching the other, then switching. They're so sensitive; it's so much fun." You arched your chest off the bed, thrusting your cock into the air, as I reached above you and released your hands. "Before you can pleasure me, you have some work to do," I told you. "Look at this mess - come everywhere. You'd better get to work showing me what a good come-sucking slut you are. I'm going to sit on your face until you lick and suck and swallow all this juice and come. But first I want you to beg for the privilege of eating my pussy." You didn't even hesitate a second, as if you were waiting to be asked to beg. "Yes, please, ma'am . . . Oh, please let me lick and suck your sweet pussy. You don't know how much I'm dying to taste you, please swallow my face with your hot, wet throbbing lips. Please, I'll try so hard to clean you up good so you'll let me make you come again." I smiled - "That's nice, Wil" - and straddled your shoulders. I pulled my sheer shirt off over my head, and now I was naked like you. You could see the soft nest of hair tantalizingly close above your face, beaded with thick drops of come. You kept talking, "Ohhh, yes, please! I'll suck every drop of come and pussy juice out of your soft bush. It's so beautiful . . . ." Your tongue was thrusting out as you spoke, your head leaning forward trying to catch a bead of juice while you mentally willed yourself not to grab me with your freshly released hands and force me onto your face. But Lord, it was so hard not to. You were talking nonstop; you couldn't seem to quit. What you were picturing in your mind needed to come out somehow: "Unh, please, please, feed me your come. I need to taste you . . . lick you clean . . . service you. I want every drop, I swear. Oh, come on, grind your hot pussy into my face hard, rock your clit against my lips, pleasure yourself until I can't breathe . . . please, baby . . . . " The smile I had on my face disappeared. I reached behind me and casually flicked the tip of your penis hard, as though shooting a marble. You grunted, surprised from your reverie. "Don't fucking tell me what to do, Wilson," I said, my eyes hard and intense. "I'll use you however I want to, do you understand that?" "Yes," you said, "I'm sorry." Slower, I added, "And you want that, don't you, baby?" my eyes still boring into yours as I leaned back, reaching behind me to grab the base of your cock like a vise and jack you slowly up and down. You moaned. "Yes," you answered. "Yes, what?" I insisted. "Yes, ma'am, I want you to use me however you want to." "Who does this body belong to tonight, Wil?" I asked, my voice quiet, my stroke rough but slow. "You . . . Unh, please . . . You, my body belongs to you," you moaned. I didn't say anything right away. I watched your face, while I stroked your cock up and down and it grew harder and harder in my hand. I worked your cock over until it was rock hard and standing up. Then I gifted you with a few more strokes before moving forward and positioning myself over your face again. "Listen," I told you. "You may not touch my clit in any way unless I say to. You haven't earned the right to pleasure me yet. We already know you can be a good pleasure slut. Show me how much you want to service me in every way - how you can be a good cleaning maid for your mistress. Now, get started licking all that come. Some of it's dry now so you'll have to work hard to get me nice and clean." I lowered myself onto your waiting mouth. "Start licking all the juice and dried come off my outer lips and pubic hair, Wil," I told you. You licked and sucked, determined to show me how seriously you took the task. You sucked all the come out of the downy hair of my bush. You traced the edges of my rippled outer lips, and lapped inward to the thick pool of come my inner lips contained like a moat. You gently sucked me dry, and then lapped further in, toward my still dripping pussy entrance. "Mmm, that's so good, Wil," I murmured. "What a good pussy-cleaning whore you are. That's it, baby, lap it up. Stick your tongue inside me and lap up that juice like a good pet." So eager to please me, you made your tongue stiff and hard and slid it into my pussy. It was like a furnace - so hot on your tongue - but no furnace would be so wet. You curved your tongue and withdrew it, pulling all the liquid you could out to swallow. "That's it, Wil. Drink all that come you watched me make." Over and over, you thrust your tongue inside me, extracting come like a hummingbird at a flower. Feeling your hot breath on me made me hot all over again. I started to move against your tongue, and before long I was riding it, shoving myself down onto it hard and rocking back and forth before pulling up and dropping down again. You felt my pubic bone hitting the bridge of your nose and your chin sliding between the crack of my ass with each thrust. All you could do was concentrate on keeping your tongue stiff and being ready for me. "Oh, that's so good," I breathed. "It's so good fucking your face, Wil. You're such a good come-sucking whore, aren't you, baby?" All you could do was moan in response. "You got me cleaned up so nice. I love how much you like to serve my pussy," I told you. "I know you're dying to help me come again. Use that sweet tongue on my clit now, baby." You Need It, Don't You? Pt. 01 You ran your tongue at once from my now-swollen pussy up to the hood of my clit, circling it with your tongue while your hands slid up to grab my ass. I tilted myself forward so you could replace your tongue with your fingers. You fucked me slowly with three fingers while your tongue worked hard on my clit. You could feel the hood sliding back as my excitement grew, but you knew not to go at it too directly. You tried to remember everything you noticed watching me stroke myself, moving my clit back and forth with your tongue pressed against the hood, circling it closer and closer in, paying attention to every movement and response from me to help you satisfy your mistress. My hands were grasping the window sill over your head to anchor me while I rocked hard against your mouth and hand. Your nostrils filled with soft hair as I started grinding my pussy in a circle onto your face. As my motions got rougher there was no room for your hand; it joined the other resting on my ass, not trying to direct me, just to hold on and keep your mouth in position. I was breathing hard, while you couldn't really breathe at all, but you didn't think of stopping me. There was a rushing in your ears, you could hear your own heart beating, your tongue was moving frantically as my legs started to tremble. "Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah . . . . Oh fuck, yes, Wil!" My pussy hit your face so hard you thought I might break your nose and jerked away violently. And now you did use your hands, holding me tight against your face while I bucked uncontrollably, working my clit with your tongue until the first hard wave ended, then moving in circles further and further out as it got more sensitive to touch. Your face was drenched with slick come, pulsing out of my pussy in time to my body's slowing pulsing against your face. Leaving my tender clit, you sucked and licked the come, so happy that you had made me feel good, so happy that my smell and taste was all over you. I slid down and laid on top of you, my head on your chest, my heart beating a mile a minute, my body jerking every few seconds, leaving me shuddering. You folded your arms around me, running your fingers up and down my back, slowing me down and bringing me back to earth. "I'm cold," I murmured, and you caught the blanket with your foot and pulled it up to grab it with one hand and drape it over us. I dozed lightly, but you lay awake, not wanting to miss a moment of basking in my contentment and a job well-done. You Need It, Don't You? Pt. 02 I lifted my head and looked into your eyes. "That was really nice, Wil." I gave you a long kiss. "I think you need to get a reward for being my good come eater. Would you like that, pet?" "Oh, yes, ma'am, please - anything you want." I slid off of you and reached off the far edge of the bed, pulling something up. "I've been waiting to try this out," I teased. I reached over you and pulled something out from under the mattress on your side. You only had time to be curious before I was bringing something across your belly and hands and you saw it was a thick yellow nylon luggage strap. You realized it must run underneath the mattress in the same second that I clicked the two ends of the strap together. I positioned the strap under your belly, and pulled it tighter and tighter until your hands were completely pinned to the bed. "Now," I said, moving the bedside clock next to you for some reason before lying next to you on my side. I slid my fingers into my pussy, and despite all your sucking, still withdrew them glistening and wet. I wrapped my fingers around your cock and rubbed my pussy juice up your shaft. "Look at the time, Wil," I said softly. You looked, puzzled. "Ok . . ." you said. I began to stroke your cock, squeezing it tightly at the base at the end of each stroke. "I know you like to tell me what to do to your cock, Wilson," I told you. "But tonight if you know what's good for you, you'll keep quiet. Because this isn't about making you feel good, this is about me enjoying torturing you." "It doesn't seem much like torture," you observed, feeling your hips tense in response to my rhythmic stroking. "Ah, well, you can't understand pain if you don't understand pleasure, pet," I answered. "Don't you think that's true?" I added, and slapped your cock hard, knocking it between your legs to bounce off the sheet. "Ah! Yes, ma'am!" I laughed and started stroking your cock again. "It's hard to torture you, because you love everything I do, don't you, slut? I know how we'll keep you from trying to top from the bottom - you can keep that talented mouth shut unless you love something I'm doing and want to ask for more of it. Then you can tell me, 'Thank you,' and we'll consider that a request." I stroked your cock, first slow and long, then with little bursts of fast hard strokes, squeezing your cock so hard you thought I was trying to pinch it in half. "Thank you!" you gasped. I smiled and added more hard fast bursts. I put my other hand around your balls and squeezed them tight while I stroked your cock. Then still holding them, I tugged them in time with my stoke. "Whoa - thank you," you said loudly. Obliging you, I came back to this move every once in a while, squeezing and tugging your balls to my rhythm. "Goodness, look how excited this greedy fat cock is getting!" I commented, wiping a quarter-sized puddle of pre-come off the head. I slid my fingers into your mouth so you could suck it off. "Does it taste good, baby?" I asked you. "Mmm, I think I might want a taste." I slid my mouth onto your cock and you moaned loudly. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," you chanted as I sucked your cock hard. God, you loved how wet and warm my mouth was, and how I almost swallowed your cock. Your hips thrust up to meet my mouth, and you could feel the head of your cock bouncing off the back of my throat. I slid your cock in a quick rhythm in and out of my throat. Oh, you were so close to coming! But I suddenly pulled away, and didn't touch you at all for a minute. You glanced at the clock I had placed next to you, noticing it had been almost ten minutes since I started playing with your cock. You realized I wanted you to know just how long I was tormenting you. Your mind shifted from thinking you were about to come to thinking that this might be just the beginning, and your cock jumped involuntarily at the thought. I turned my cock-stroking hand upside down so my thumb was closest to the base - it was almost the same as the other way, but different. After several strokes when I got to the top I slid my hand all the way off your cock, squeezing the head especially hard, then turned my hand over and slid it back down your shaft. I did this again and again - it felt good, but you wanted it harder, and faster. You bucked your hips a little impatiently, but I didn't seem to notice. In the middle of a maddening stroke, almost hard and fast enough, but not quite, I suddenly slapped your cock again. You were so taken by surprise that you yelled, "Thank you!" without even thinking about it. "Oh, you want more of that, baby?" I asked, slapping your cock again. "You know this greedy cock is just thinking about coming, don't you, and it needs to be punished?" You wanted to say No, it had been a mistake, but you didn't dare, and as I slapped your cock hard three more times in succession, you knew that it was true. You did want more; you knew your cock needed a hard lesson. "Well?" I demanded, holding your cock at its base with one hand to keep it still and upright while I slapped it hard sideways. "Yes . . . Thank you . . . I need it. Thank you for teaching me better." "That's right, Wil," I said, still slapping hard. "What does your coming have to do with my pleasure? Selfish greedy cock . . . but don't worry, baby. We'll teach it better." I put my hot wet mouth back over the head of your cock and bit firmly. The clock told you that you had experienced more than eighteen minutes of torment. You didn't know whether to say you had endured it or enjoyed it - somehow both. I reached over to the nightstand and picked up a small button vibrator. I turned it on and placed it against the underside of your cock, wrapping my hand around it and stroking you fast. You were bucking off the bed, you didn't think you could stand it but you knew you didn't have a choice. After several minutes, I moved the vibrator up to your nipples instead, teasing them rock hard while you thrashed and moaned my name. "Have I mentioned that I love these nipples?" I asked. "They are so fun . . . ." I set the vibrator down and pinched your nipples with my fingers, pulling them taut, pinching them hard. The bobby pins had made them supremely sensitive, and you felt like you could almost come just from having them handled. I leaned over and bit one nipple lightly, making you moan and buck. I amused myself for some time, flicking my tongue over one nipple and then the other and biting them. You were dying for me to suck them into my mouth hard but I didn't, only continued to make you crazy licking, flicking, biting, pinching, and twisting. "Do you know how much I love to torture you, Wil?" I whispered. You bucked, crying, "Please!" but I stopped then, looking up as though lost in thought. "You know what hasn't gotten any attention tonight?" I mused out loud. "My ass. That doesn't seem right, does it? I think you need to lick my ass while I play with your cock, what do you think?" "Oh, thank you," you agreed wholeheartedly. Turning around I placed my knees on either side of your head. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart as I backed my ass onto your waiting tongue. "Oh, that's so good - tongue that asshole, baby. Oh, and if you can't breathe, kick your feet, ok?" I was on all fours, my ass over your face and my mouth on your cock. When I leaned forward to take you deep in my throat, you could barely reach me, but when I leaned back for a moment, you were almost smothered. "Yes, lick it, Wil," I urged you, and you tongued my asshole eagerly. You probed into my ass with your tongue and I drew my breath in. "Oh . . ." I said softly as you fucked the entrance to my ass with your tongue. I rocked back against your face - "yes" - and pressed myself against your tongue until you felt yourself panicky for air. Then you remembered and kicked your feet, and I raised myself up at once. You took in several deep breaths, and then I sat back again. Knowing you could trust me to let you breathe if you needed to, you challenged yourself, licking and probing my tight asshole until you were desperate. When you frantically kicked your legs I lifted myself off you, and we both found ourselves chuckling. "Oh, Wil, I can't believe you are turning me on again," I told you. I lifted my ass higher into the air and scooted back so you could lick and suck my pussy again while I sucked your cock. Both of us were moaning. I rocked back and forth to give you access first to my pussy, then my ass. "Oh, I want you everywhere at once," I complained. You kicked your feet slightly and I lifted up to check on you. You wanted to speak. "Ma'am, please, will you please let my hands free so I can finger you while I lick your clit? I promise I won't try to stop you from torturing me. I just know how much you love something in your ass while you're being serviced." "Hmmm." I considered. Finally, I answered, "Well, why do you need hands?" I reached over into the nightstand drawer and withdrew a fat dildo with a large base. I lifted myself off your face for a moment, and showed you what I held. "You want to know what it's like when I suck your cock, baby?" I asked softly. I traced your lips with the tip of the dildo and forced it slowly into your mouth. "Don't worry, pet, I said. "I won't choke you. I know you're not ready for that. Just relax." You closed your eyes as I fucked your mouth tenderly with the dildo. When I removed it, it was covered with spit. I turned it around and placed the base of it in your mouth, saying, "Hold on to this." Grabbing our most expensive lube, I greased it up some more, and then turned back around and slowly sat my ass down onto the dildo. You couldn't believe the view, watching my asshole swallow the dildo inch by inch as you held the base in your teeth. You could see it opening me up - when only the fattest part of the bottom remained, I stayed still for several minutes, suspended from the cock in your mouth, waiting for my ass to relax. Slowly, slowly, it opened up and I cried out as I suddenly slid down all the way to the base of the dildo. It took me a few tries to slide back over the thick bulbous bottom; finally, so slowly, the widest part popped out of my ass and the dildo slid almost out. But before it could I was pressing myself back against it. Down I slid, again temporarily stuck but more quickly this time my ass opened up enough to swallow the fattest part of it. I slid my ass up and down the complete dildo a few more times, each time taking it easier, until I slid down once more hard, so that I sat completely on your face, impaled by the cock you held in your mouth. "Ooohh, that's sooo good, honey," I told you. "Push it in real deep for me, so it stays." You pushed your head forward, wedging the dildo as far into my ass as it would go, and let it out of your mouth with relief. Your jaw would be sore tomorrow. I balanced on my knees for a moment, leaning forward to rest my hands above your knees, sliding my hands up along your legs and thighs back toward your waiting cock. It took you a second to realize that I was sliding with my nails, not my fingers. "Ow! Hey," you said, "that hurt. That's too sensitive." I only laughed. "That's right, pet - pleasure and pain." I gently rubbed the red lines on your upper legs until you started to relax, then drew my nails up them again. Even as you were crying out, I was rubbing the warm streaks gently, calming the sting. "I wish my nails were longer," I said. "I'll have to work on that." I grabbed your balls in one hand and your cock in the other. "I think worshiping my clit will take your mind off it," I suggested, leaning back to push my pussy against your face as I slid your cock into my mouth. You licked and sucked my clit feverishly, while my dildo-filled ass bobbed above you. I tortured your cock beautifully, sucking it deep and fucking you with my mouth and throat, then slapping it for wanting to come, than jacking it until you were right on the edge, then pinching the insides of your thighs unexpectedly, then sucking your cock again. Oh, oh, my throat opened up and you were sliding freely all the way down and up my throat, and you wanted to stop the world to enjoy it, but you knew you'd best not stop pleasuring me, or your own pleasure-pain ratio would not be too favorable. The clock said you'd been about to come for more than forty minutes, and you both hated and admired my making sure you knew that. You twirled your tongue around and around my clit. I gasped and said tensely, "Keep it up, Wil. You are such a good slut. I love it, you cuntsucking whore." You knew I thought heaven must involve having an expert tongue on my clit and a cock in my ass or pussy at the same time, and this was about as close to that as I could get on earth. Still, I was sending you to heaven, too, moaning deep in my throat while I bobbed up and down on your cock. Despite your focus on me you could feel your balls tightening; you were seconds from going over the edge. You could tell I had ceased to be mindful of much at all; I was pure desire and power, grinding my clit against your mouth like a rutting animal. Just as you felt your balls and cock clench, I withdrew, throwing my head back and yelling out wordlessly. Your cock jerked in the air, SO CLOSE. Was it a coincidence that I pulled away that second before you came? Could I possibly torture you with such intention while so wrapped in my own pleasure? Your cock bobbed around in the air, refusing to come to terms with the fact that it wasn't about to come after all, while I yelled out again. I seemed to have forgotten your cock; I held onto your legs while your tongue massaged my clit as fast and hard as you could manage. My head dropped down and my hair swirled around your cock and balls, tickling them while I mindlessly ground myself against your mouth. "Ah . . . . Ah . . . . Ah . . ." seemed to be all I could say, or think. You could feel the telltale trembling in my legs start . . . fade . . . start again. "Ah! . . . .Ah!" I was shouting. And then I was coming violently, screaming in bursts, thrusting and grinding myself onto your face. "Fuck! Oh, Wil! Ahhh . . . ." You could feel my come spurt against your nose and eyes with force as my pelvis bucked tightly against you. Coming for me was like priming a pump; each orgasm made the next one better, and this one went on and on for minutes. At last I collapsed where I was, convulsing with aftershocks. My breath was hot and panting against your thigh. If you lifted your head you could see the dildo half out of my ass, quivering in the air. You could feel pussy juice running onto your chest. Your cock jerked with the excitement of it, while I twitched and gasped at slower and slower intervals until I finally lay spent and still. "Mmmmm . . . ." I slithered off you and pulled the covers back up. "God knows, that was so good. You are wonderful, baby." I released the belt so you could hold me, and kissed you deep, tasting my come in your mouth. "What a good pet you are," I told you. "You are a natural come slut, I love that. You need some more training, it's true . . . but I have so many ideas to help you control that selfish, greedy cock of yours." "Mmm, thank you, ma'am," you said through your exhaustion. "I love learning from you." We lay curled up together, both feeling total peace, while I ran my hand over your chest and stroked the underside of your belly. Some time later, I patted your leg to get your attention. "I'm exhausted, Wilson. Go to the dresser and find me some clothes to put on and we'll go downstairs and eat that good food you brought. I've worked up an appetite; how about you?"