Horny And Wet And The Best Orgasms Ever

He had talked about an objective for our scene this morning. "I'm going to slap your pussy until it's as red as a baboon's butt." My reaction was "Yikes, I'm not ready for that." But then I never am, at least not at first.

We played cooperatively with no bondage, just him positioning me and making me stay still. He had me lying on my back with my legs spread and my hands above my shoulders. I was prepared for full-on slaps: going from nothing to baboon-butt red in one hit. But James had other ideas, like starting with a little pat, and another little pat, quickly followed by another little pat, followed by a slightly firmer pat – all right on my pussy. It was gentle and enjoyable, and it damped down my self-inflicted terror.

He intermittently switched to using the Fairy Wand, mixing in pleasure, along with the occasional nipple pinch. I loved that he held it there, maintaining the intensity and allowing the sensations to mingle, bringing me closer and closer to coming. He switched back to pussy pats and asked me to describe the level of intensity on a scale of one to ten (where ten is the safeword point). They were five to six, although they flicked up a bit as he kept a steady rhythm going. I'm not sure when the pats started turning into slaps but it was somewhere around seven.

Then he told me he was going to do three slaps at the level of eight. My fear soared in anticipation, and the worst part was waiting for him to do it. That was when I had to force myself to stay open, to force myself to lie still while my brain was screaming at me to move. When he really takes his time it becomes unbearable and I lose my nerve and start to twitch.

My brain began to overload with the anticipation and I was ready to cry before he even touched me. Slap! "Ow, damn that hurts!" The rush of blood to my labia did something good for me though. Slap! "Ow!" It was the repeated intensity that built it up. He hesitated slightly, and then Slap! "Ow!" I rolled slightly and my knees automatically came together, but my cunt was so wet. "Good girl, let's reward you for that." I felt myself starting to float.

He put the Fairy Wand on my tenderised pussy and it felt great. I felt my orgasm rising and echoing with my moans and whimpers, but I realised that I wanted more. He responded by building up the revs and then rubbing it against my clit. My abdominals contracted in that initial spasm of orgasm as my mind went into the space where there are no words.

I don't know why I thought we'd switch back to more pussy slaps at that point. I'd had my reward, and isn't that how it's supposed to go? But I love it when James takes things in an unexpected direction. He started ramping the intensity up even more, to mix in some forced orgasms, and I stayed still in my submissive mode and gave voice to the intensity until his hand clamped down my mouth. I was forced to come again and again, and he just kept going.

Then James got into position for more pussy slapping. "Three slaps at a level nine intensity." My fear raged, with my panic not far behind. Perspiration began to pool on my body as I fought my fight-or-flight response.

"Why do I do this? Is it totally fucked up?" I ask myself every so often, and the response is "Because I like it." In the moment I hate it, but I love being able to jump off those cliffs with James. My adrenalin junkie is sated, not to mention that it makes me horny and wet and I have the best orgasms ever!

So I laid still and he gave me a nine. "Ow!" It rocketed through my cunt, I rolled over, and he asked me to get back into position. Slap! "Owza!" Those fuckers built up something wicked. By now my tears were brimming. "One more," he whispered to me. My whimpers told him that I was on the edge. Then he paused. I don't know if he was waiting for me to stop twitching or if he was sadistically stretching out the anticipation but I hated it either way. "Just do it will ya!" went through my head. Whap!

As he pulled me in to cuddle I felt the sweat trickling down my sides. He slid his hands across my damp skin and I eyed up his erection. "Lick and kiss me," he said. My tongue worked up and down his long torso until he pushed my head down to his crotch. Licking his glans and his balls I adored him. I loved hearing him sigh with pleasure and I loved tasting the salt and maleness as I breathed him in.

He positioned me just above his cock and let me slide down onto him, but I fucked him shallowly to get the sensation on the head of his cock. He squeezed my nipples so that his inner sadist could enjoy my pain while his cock enjoyed my cunt. While this fuck wasn't about my pleasure at all, I still enjoyed it and I still I came.

Sometimes the best sex is like stone soup. It starts with the barest of ingredients, and then as things are added it brings out the very best: a little horniness, a little intensity, a little fear play, a whole lot of pleasure, and a deep emotional connection makes for awesome orgasms and the hottest sex.

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