Oct 06 2008
Sunday Evening Fuck
MasterDoc followed through on his plan to give me a nice round of foreplay. I was thrilled when he took my hand in his and started gently kissing his way up my arm. He had me lay on my stomach and he got on top of me, pressing his body into mine. I started rocking my hips, trying to reach the leg he had between my legs. He pressed forward with his thigh until it just about provided pressure to my ever eager cunt. I struggled to rub up against him as my cunt throbbed with desire. He kissed his way down my back and spread my legs farther apart. He took off his glasses and thrust his head between my thighs, licking my clit and cunt. I breathed heavy, closed my eyes and reveled in the sensation. I’m sure I was very wet by this time.
He put on a condom and fucked me from behind. He would vary the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I’d moan, gasp, sigh and whimper. He had me on the edge of orgasm in no time. I tried to hold out before I asked permission. How long could I hold off begging? He’d thrust in deeply and I’d gasp. I held out for what seemed like several minutes, but I’m sure was more in the realm of one or two. Finally, I was so lustful and so turned on that I involuntarily gasped out, “Please.” Well the cat was out of the bag. I followed that up with, “Please let me come, Sir.”
He continued fucking me, not letting me come. I hovered on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. My entire being was focused on my cunt and the feeling of his cock sliding into it. I begged some more and he held off permission. Finally, when I wasn’t asking for an orgasm, he tells me, “Come, cunt.” A few seconds later I scream and bury my face in the pillow as I ride out a tremendous orgasm. He thrusts his cock deep inside me and my cunt quivvers around his shaft. I come and keep coming. Eventually my muscles push his cock out and he takes over with his fingers. Oh God, it’s almost too much, too wonderful to come so hard and so long. After he’s finished, I’m a gasping heap on the bed. It takes me a few minutes to slow my breathing down to normal.
“You’re amazing,” I can’t help but say. He thanks me for the compliment. As I regain my breath and enjoy the overall tingling of my body, he watches some porn on the laptop and tells me to play with myself. After a few moments he asks me, “Are you ready to be fucked again?” I eagerly say that I am.
This time he gets on top and puts my legs over his shoulders. He can get in quite deep this way. I love the feeling of his solid, male form pressing down on me from above. Occasionally I open my eyes to look into his. He fucks me for a while, again I try to hold off on coming (or even asking to come). When he takes a break he asks if I was doing ok in that position. I was and he asked me to remind him to put my legs over his shoulders more often. Shortly thereafter, he asks again if I’m ready to be fucked. How delicious to be fucked three times in a row while every nerve ending is alive, hungrily reaching out for the tiniest sensation. He tells me to get on my knees again.
Again, I struggle to hold back the urge to orgasm. My orgasms belong to him and I only come when he tells me I may. I’m so thankful that he’s generous in letting me come as much as I do. He lets me come again, and after the fucking and the orgasm, I lay on the bed, totally satisfied.
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