True Sex Stories: Alive In My Skin

"Go get up on that table."

"The one in the middle of the room?" I asked.

Of course the one in the middle of the room, it was the only TABLE in the place.  SirX and I had been sitting on top of a padded cage and cuddling, watching the activity in the room and kissing a little.  I wanted to play again.  I never want to stop playing when I'm with him.  I want a few breaks to catch my breath, gets some water and a snack, and I want to get right back to it.  I'm so greedy.

I cleaned off the table and undressed while he opened his bags and set up what he was going to use.  He pulled off his tshirt, and straightened the tank top underneath.  I watched.  I love watching him undress- even if its just taking a shirt off.  As he pulled on his leather gloves, I watched as his hands disappeared in them and form inside the black leather.  I watched his hands as the gloves rested just on his wrists.  I fucking love thick wrists.  So hot and male.

I climbed up on the table got on all fours, sitting back on my ankles.  He moved beside me, kissing me- touching me.  Whispering words that nobody else could hear, but I heard him.  I hear him.

His hands came down on my flesh gently.  The loud thudding spanks meant to warm me up and get my blood going.  Of course I was still warm from earlier in the evening so this warm up did not last long.  Soon his hand came down on my ass harder while I cried out into the heavy air around us.  I had a bit more room to move- so the harder thrusts would send my body forward.  He would reach forward and grab my hair, pulling me back to this kneeling position and continue spanking me.  He continued until I was cursing.

Mother Fucker! I would scream out when it got too much.  He would laugh- as that was the response he was waiting for.  The moment when I would lose composure.  It was a response I could almost not control- and he allowed this behavior from me.  My ‘mother fucker' moments are what he aims for.  Those, followed by fuckfuckfuck or You BASTARD! He would smile and laugh, "That's my girl!" and the spanking would continue until my body folded in surrender.  Sometimes my hand would go up, or I would simply squirm to the point that he knew I was reaching my limit.

When his fingers entered my cunt, I lowered my head and raised my cunt to him.  I was a stray cat in heat.  I was ravenous.  I was His.  He fingered my cunt, fucked my g-spot.  Thrust his fingers inside me fast and hard, the way he knows I want.  He manipulated my sex, the way he has trained me to respond.

"Sir please…" I gasped out. There was no slow build up.  This was not the evenings first scene so the orgasms were there just below the surface and he knew it.  There was no way I could hold back if he did not allow me to cum.  There was no way I could hold back if he did not answer soon…

"I can't hear you," he replied.

"FuckcanIcumsir?  please please please???"

I don't know if he answered before the orgasm hit me.  Truth be told he might have said no, but I didn't notice.  Sometimes asking is formality, because I know he's controlling my body.  I screamed out, calling into the air that was much lighter than it was when we started.  My body opened up, my cunt pulsed and vibrated under his grasp.  He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back- still thrusting unspoken commands of me.  He started spanking me again, punching my flesh- while pushing my cunt to orgasm again.

Again.

and again.

and again and again.  (seriously… I LOVE this guy….)

The air felt like it was glowing around me.  My skin tingled as I could feel the energy between us bouncing off of my skin.  It was an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure and it flowed through me into the room around us.  I was soaking up the energy from the people watching.  They were feeding off of me and I was alive in my skin.

In between, he would lean over me and devour me.  His mouth would come down on my mouth, my neck, my shoulders.  His teeth would sink into me and another orgasm would come from out of nowhere.  My whole body was a tight bundle of sexual nerve endings and everywhere he would touch, light and sweat would drip from my skin and my body would take in just as much power as I was giving off.

I rolled on to my back and pulled him down to me.  I was desperate and hungry.  I was trembling and shivering and sweating.  Sex and sweat stuck to my skin and melted down my throat as I inhaled.  My eyes were open but I could not see.   My chest was rising and falling, but I could not breathe.

I moaned into his mouth… pleading with the words I could not hear.

"More… "

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