Fuck Me Already

He is gently stro­king my labia and it feels divine. I love the feeling of wanting to rut against his hand and not doing it, of just staying with the desper­ate desire – and I tell him so.

"Why don't you do it?"

So I do. I grind my crotch into his knuckles. He likes my naked lust.

"You can wank, but you can only do it by slapping your own pussy."

Bastard! That will take forever. I want to come now! "Can I use the Magic Wand please?"

"No."

Gah! My thoughts spin wildly. Can I come by slapping only? I am so horny. What if I slap carefully and hit the pressure just nicely on my clit? I try, but my technique is poor and ineffective. Slapping myself makes me quite wet, but it just makes me want to fuck.

He gets in on the fun too, but his hands are much bigger than mine and he can be so much firmer. I soon need a towel. He plays with my body's reactions by alternating between slaps and rolling my clit under his forefinger, which makes me squirt – a lot. It's time to clean up.

When I get back to the bedroom he is laying there quietly. Please don't go to sleep. I want to pounce on him. I wait quietly to see what he wants to do, and he exposes his body for my adoration and attention. Yay! I kiss and caress him and he playfully grabs parts of my body, directing me to where he wants the attention. It makes me want to fuck him all the more.

He makes me beg for it, beg for the fucking we're both craving. I love how that puts more tension into it: both of us are wanton for the hard-core fuck, but he is controlling it, denying it, ramping up my lust until it spins out of control.

Soon he is making me fuck him so his cock head rolls over my cervix, hard and deep. I feel the orgasm building very quickly.

"Stop," he says.

Bastard, I think.

"Fuck me again," he says.

This wanton slut does it again.

"Stop," he says.

Bastard, I think again.

"Good girl," he says, "You must be pretty damn horny. Want to come?"

"Yes, please sir."

"Beg me."

"Pleeeease." Simper, simper. "Pleeeease."

"Fuck me already."

I am fucking, rolling my hips, feeling the pressure build in my cunt, wondering if he will stop me again, more, more, more. His hands wander over my body, feeling my muscles work. I love the pressure of his achingly hard cock in my cunt, and the pressure on my clit as he tilts his hips. My hips keep rolling as my cunt contracts; that deep ache is being fed. My body spasms and my hips seize up, so his hands take over, forcing my body to keep us fucking through my orgasm.

I kiss him and gently pull my still aching cunt off his cock. Soon I am cradling his balls in my right hand while my left explores his torso, stopping to tease his nipples as my fingers graze past. His hand is busy on his cock while my right hand drifts to his inner thighs. I love bringing him back into his body and into his orgasm. He tells me it feels so much better when I do. I understand that: it's so much better when he does it to me, too.

My cunt is still greedy. This time I'm allowed to use the Magic Wand, and I do it by myself. Within a minute the orgasm bursts from my clit, and I feel the contractions throughout my entire torso. My core muscles clench so hard it hurts. The spasm reduces the pressure on my clit, which increases the vibration intensity and ramps up the end of the orgasm. Wow!

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