Saturday night, M and I had a few drinks, hanging out together in the living room
while he watched television and I read blogs. I had a few new toys that needed reviews, including these “Pleasure balls.” These babies weigh in at a hefty 11 oz, and blew my Lelo Luna Beads out of the water.
I’d had these balls in, which not only weighed heavily inside me, but ever so slightly moved, pressing and rolling against the walls of my pussy, for close to four hours by the time we made our way upstairs. I beat M to bed, and when he came in, I was ever so gently pulling on the string, bringing the lower ball to the edge of my cunt, squeezing to keep it in, then pulling even harder, the weight of the ball pushing its way through before pushing it back inside.
When he finally reached the bed, he settled between my legs, resting his head on his arm as he lounged perpendicular to me on the bed, watching the show I was presenting just for him. Soon, his hands replaced my own and I laid back, giving into the pleasure his manipulations were creating.
It gets a little blurry at this point. I remember asking him to collar me. I remember the cool feel of the leather slipping across my skin, the pull of it as he tightened and synched the buckle. Did he blindfold me? I can’t be sure. It seems he did, but perhaps my eyes were just closed.
I remember moving down the bed, and as his fingers played into the folds of my cunt, my lips wrapped around his cock, taking him long and deep into the base of my throat, pushing myself down on him until I involuntarily gagged on his length.
Before long, M’s hands strayed from my pussy and found their way to my collar. Using the D-rings on both sides of my neck, he took control of my motion, thrusting my mouth back and forth on his cock, setting my pace, determining how deep he would go. Then he would switch, holding me in place, fucking my mouth, taking it however he wanted. I can’t truly say if we were like this for a few minutes or an eternity as I became his toy, his to do with as he pleased, losing myself in nothing but Him.
Did he fuck me next or bury his head between my legs, I don’t know. The next vivid memory I have is being on my back, my legs bent, with his fingers expertly pressing into my g-spot, fluid spilling over onto his hand. Orgasms racked my body, one after another, over and over again. I came so many times, so close together, that I lost myself in the pleasure, becoming nothing but nerves and sensation.
Fluid poured from my body, spilling onto my stomach, his chest, covering us both with it’s salty scent. My orgasms became stronger, more frequent, giving me nothing but a few gasps of air between the peaks of ecstasy. I was cuming so hard, my juices were splashing onto my shoulders and cheeks.
How long before he was back inside, pumping into my body, I don’t know. I remember my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his body. I remember gripping him as tight as I could, my pussy clamping and spasming around his cock, milking him. I remember being on my stomach, his hand wrapped into my hair, holding me in place. I remember hands on my nipples, pulling and squeezing, until I was cuming from that alone.
On my back again, my legs spread, my knees bent back to each side of my head, M’s hands on my inner thighs as his cock slid in and out of me, slow and quick, hard and deep. When I called out that I was cumming, M pulled out of my wetness as I squirted again, covering us both in wetness. I heard his groan of pleasure as I felt his own sticky heat spill from his body and onto me, covering my cunt and my clit, as he thrust back into me, filling me one more time, moving with deliberation, pushing deep inside while my body spasmed around him one last time.
Collapsing on to me, we held one another, my body quivering endlessly without stimulation. I curled up next to him, sleepy and satiated and with spasms still racking my body, drifted off to sleep next to my Sir.