True Sex Stories: Catch The Tail Of The Orgasm And Kick-Start The Next

So many orgasms, so little time.

We were both tired but horny. James is the best Dom in the world; he takes us in that state and still creates something special.

"Naked, on your back. Five orgasms to start with, in a row. Don't take the Hitachi off."

I was delighted to comply: I had been wanting orgasms, and hadn't had any since Wednesday night. As I started he briefly popped out of the room and told me to get on with it in my own time. Which was straight away. He returned just as I was having the first one.

Best spanking ever. This bratty sub girl was taken in hand and spanked into subspace. He started with just the right amount of sting and weight, and decorated each cheek from low to high. His cadence was slower than usual, allowing me to process each one – almost. A slight buildup was there right from the beginning. Just a few repeats and my ass was starting to rise to his hand, and I was thinking "This is so good." In the same thought I realised that he was just getting started.

Our inspiration came from assentiomentium's little comment about vacuum-stim. This is something we've had for a while, but have only tried a couple of times. Pumping my nipples of course turned into pumping my clit, and hey presto there was a big sensitive clit to torture. Better yet, he made me torture myself.

"Put the Hitachi on your clit, and don't take it off until you come."

So I start off with a nice low-level thrum. He bumps it up to High, and soon after that I'm coming.

"Please, please sir, can I take it off now?"

"No, hold it on for at least one more."

It flashes through my mind how helpless I am, because I have submitted, and because he has told me to do this. I hold it there and hold it there, desperate for release from the intensity, loving it and hating it. Somewhere in this head-fuck between the two desires I start coming again. Not once but twice in a row, the second one blocking all rational thought. A white-out, like poor TV reception. I am begging for it to come off – at least in my mind. I'm not sure what comes out of my mouth but it ends in a scream. His hand wraps itself around the Hitachi and flicks it off. It is magic. The relief from the intensity and the amazingness of the orgasms brings a huge smile to my face.

My memory of our fuck is still fresh in my mind. Last time he played on the fact that I was a horny wee thing after hours of sensuous stimulation. I was desperately wanting a rough and thorough fucking, and he kept me on that edge with the most vanilla sex we have ever had. This time I am freshly tenderised. Plumped pussy and nipples ripe for the taking. There is no need for lube as my juices are well and truly flowing.

I love how easily he makes me come when we are fucking. I don't know if this is something that is conditioned, or if it is just how our bodies fit together. Sometimes I am busy with the act itself, and then all of a sudden I realise I'm about to come. Sometimes he is slowly fucking me there, and each thrust or roll of the hips cranks me that bit closer until I feel those spasms, and then I'm cascading down into orgasm, my coordination gone, my body stiffening with ecstasy.

One of his favourite things is to catch the tail end of the orgasm as I'm coming down, and then fuck me harder as a kick-start to build up the next one. Sometimes there is no tail; sometimes it just rolls into the next and the next and the next as he keeps fucking me.

This time there are gaps between the orgasms, at least until I find that hurting depth. I try to isolate the point where the head of his cock is rolling over my cervix: just the point where the pain and pleasure curiously mix, on and behind my cervix. I want it more. Rolling my hips keeps the intensity flowing.

There is a different intensity for him there too. I can hear it in the small catches in his breathing. Yes, I know those sounds. I love that feedback. Knowing the pleasure I'm bringing him will often start to make me come all over again. Which amplifies the feeling for him, which feeds back to me… Yeah, that really works. It builds and builds until I feel him coming inside me, hear him coming, see his body curling, sense his release.

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