True Sex Stories: Intensely Good And It Makes Me Want To Fuck

"He continued to fuck me and all I could do was respond. I could feel another orgasm building, and with it the tenderness of my cunt was re-liquefying my brain."

"Do you want to do a real mean scene?"

The answer was the twitch in my cunt. He put two fingers in and found that I was already wet, so he pumped them a couple of times and made me squirt right there in the kitchen. The splash I left rivalled my previous puddles.

After I cleaned up we retired to the bedroom, and I was delighted to worship his body. I became very enthusiastic with my body rub, and I wound up grinding my pussy against his leg while he tweaked my nipples.

I begged him to "Fuck now please?"

"After the scene."

When if I asked if could masturbate he said no, but I was welcome to get a dildo. I took him up on his offer and got out our big black dildo. It is quite big. Even with my well-lubed cunt it took a bit of work to get it in, but then it felt great. As we continued talking I fucked myself with it: in and out, trying different angles and depths of penetration, but it's not quite long enough to reach my cervix, and it doesn't have the oomph behind it to stimulate me like he does.

"Ready for that real mean scene?"

"Yes please!"

The Black Room was beginning to warm up, but that didn't stop me from squealing as I lay down on the cold Bug Board. When James nonchalantly placed the cane on the dresser I decided to ignore its presence. Maybe he isn't going to use it. He talked about focussing on genital stimulation. But, oh fuck, remember that pussy caning picture he sent me..

Once I was strapped down I wondered where he was going to start. Starting is hard. I let him know I was apprehensive about being warmed up, but he told me he wanted me to go as far as possible, which meant that he was going to give me a long, gentle warm-up. Yay! Magic Wand time!

What I didn't expect was that when I started to come he quickly slipped in a pussy slap, and then slammed the Magic Wand back on my clit. Oh yeah! Buzz, buzz, slap, repeat. Oh my god, it is so good.

"Can we fuck now?"

Buzz, buzz, slap, repeat. Buzz, buzz, two slaps, and back to the buzz. Still good. Loving it.

"Can we fuck now please?"

Buzz, buzz, three slaps starts to throw me over that edge of intense pleasure into pain. Affectionate strokes of reassurance bring me back, and then it's buzz, buzz, slap, repeat. So intensely good and it makes me want to fuck.

But this time let's add some blue pegs, which allows him to twist my nipples while he is buzzing my clit. The blue ones are medium strength: they have enough bite to be felt, but not so much as to override the other sensations. Buzz, buzz, slap, repeat.

More reassurance, and then he brings out that evil strap. I hate this thing. He uses it gently, barely patting my pussy, but enough of those and it starts to bite. It fucks with my head because it is always so close to total evilness. A little whack to my thigh, and back to the pat pat pat of my pussy. That revs up my fear level. I thank him for evening up the marks by whacking my other thigh too, but then I really beg him not to use the strap any more.

"Trust me," he says, "I will do it with just the right intensity."

I trust him, but I don't trust that strap. It is just evil. I don't know if I will ever be able to relax with having that thing used on me. It is so much more a weapon than his hand. It is dispassionate; it disassociates me from him; it is so easy to flick just a little bit harder and become totally ouch. I hate it.

I am grateful when he puts the strap down, but then he gives me three hard pussy slaps with his hand. It takes me to the edge of tears, and again his tenderness brings me back. Buzz, buzz, oh my god I'm coming, slap, slap, buzz, buzz, slap, slap.

"Can we fuck now?"

I always make so much noise. I sometimes wonder whether my noise bothers James, but I've long ago given up worrying about it: I figure he will either tell me, or gag me.

Buzz, buzz, slap, slap, repeat. This time it just hurts. I wait for the pleasure to creep into it but it doesn't. James instantly senses that something isn't right. (I love that he keeps checking in with me, caressing me, grounding me with his loving touch.) Quietly he tells me to be a brave kitty and take one more set of slaps. I am so afraid. The three hard ones he did earlier had me completely undone.

"Yes," I whimper.

He aims. Slap, slap, slap. They weren't so hard…

"Can we fuck now?"

"Yes," he replies with a smile.

Knock knock knock knock. Someone is at the door. James undoes me from the Bug Board and goes to see who it is; it's a neighbour asking if it is a convenient time to come in for a chat.

"Nope. Bye."

I could tell he was really thrown; the scene interruption was not cool. We abandoned the Black Room and made our way to the bedroom. I could feel the edge in him. We laid quietly for a bit, and he asked "Can I spank you?"

It was his own catharsis process. The smacks were mean. They hurt. They had fury behind them: it was the anger he felt, channelled into his sadism. But that just made me wetter…

"Towel, please?"

Slap slap slap. Ow ow ow.

"Now fuck me." Yes! Finally!

I knew that my cunt would be tender, and as I started to slide onto him I was reacquainted with it in a totally new way. Taking him a little at a time, I savoured his cock filling me. I repeated that first entrance a few times, and then a few more times, feeling the head of his cock press against my G Spot more and more, until I was coming. That took all of about thirty seconds…

James took charge of the rhythm and depth of our fucking, and I was his sensation slut. As his cock rubbed firmly against my cervix I thought briefly of our dildo and its lack of satisfactory stimulation.

Then he changed pace and pulled me to him, swept my hair aside and started to grip my neck with his teeth. I never know how hard he is going to bite me. I've learned to wait for the sensation and allow my response to flow. He bit quite hard; I don't know why, but that turns me into a total ragdoll.

He continued to fuck me and all I could do was respond. I could feel another orgasm building, and with it the tenderness of my cunt was re-liquefying my brain. It hurt, and I knew he was going to fuck me through it and right out to the other side. He did and my brain whooshed away.

He kept going and going and going until he came. I love seeing him getting close to his orgasm. I love watching his face as he comes. I love it that I provide him so much pleasure. I love the intimacy that it brings. I love cradling him in my arms as his body spasms with sensation and emotion.

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