True Sex Stories: Utterly Insatiable

I was insatiable last week—I felt like I needed to get off every spare second I had...The Chef got me off...until I begged him to come up to my room and fuck me.

The Chef was over this weekend.  It was wonderful- hours of fucking and watching stupid things on TV and eating tasty food and snuggling and napping…  Just what I needed, and plenty of it.  We had loose plans but ended up fucking so much we didn't make it to any of them.  Mmmm.  :)

I was insatiable last week- I felt like I needed to get off every spare second I had.  Always the mind-reader, The Chef got me off the second me walked in the door (in the dining room no less) until I begged him to come up to my room and fuck me.  I shamelessly ran up the stairs and was naked in a second, then stripped him impatiently and knelt on the bed in front of him.

He kissed me deeply and grabbed my hair hard, pulling my mouth down to his cock.  I left my hands obediently at my sides but bobbed ravenously on his swollen cock.  He turned me around and threw me on my side, plunging into my wet pussy.  I bucked back against him desperately, needing him deep inside of me.  He yanked my hair back and fucked me hard and fast.  I dug my fingers into my sheets and mattress, bracing myself.  I heard noises coming from my mouth- something between breathing and yelling.

He slid his thumb, wet with saliva, into my ass.  I bucked even harder and cried out into the sheets.  My body began shaking, as if electricity were shooting through me.  I came in a thundering orgasm, hard and loud as our sex had been.  He pulled out of me and came on my ass, hard and wet.  I collapsed face-down on the bed, panting and legs still shaking.

He cooked me dinner that night, and then I fell asleep with my head in his lap while we watched stupid space movies.

The next morning he went to brush his teeth.  He instructed me to have the rope, a blindfold, and the ball gag ready when he got back.  I was excited and impatient, so I gagged and blindfolded myself and then knelt on the bed next to the rope, awaiting his return.  Sun streamed in the window onto my naked skin.

When he came back he turned me around so that I knelt on the bed and he stood behind me.  He unwound the rope and slowly tied me into a breast harness.  I had never been tied up with rope before.  I loved his hands working around my body- slow and deliberate and methodical.  I felt the rope snug up against my ribcage, then over my shoulders and between my breasts.   His fingers ran along the soft rope, tightening it against me.  I sighed into the gag and leaned back against his chest.  It felt heavenly.

When he was done and I was all bound up, he turned me around.  He lifted my face toward his and gently kissed me.  My lips were stretched around the edges of the gag.  The passivity of the kiss turned me on incredibly. He withdrew from me and suddenly SMACK.  His hand came across my cheek.

I had asked him to slap me recently.  I had never been slapped before, in sex or any other context, but I was curious.  The second his hand touched my face I was dripping wet.  His other hand ran through my hair, over my cheek and lips.  My cheek stung and I knew my face was flushed red.  I was smiling under my gag.

He slapped me again, and then kissed me.  I was reeling.  As my breath began to deepen, I felt the ropes press against me, containing me.  He slapped me again, and kissed me.  He pulled my hair.  I loved it.  My moans came out muffled from the ball in my mouth.

He unbuckled my gag and pushed my face down onto his cock.  I tried my best to swallow as much of him as my body would allow.  I wanted him in me, however and wherever I could.  I slurped on his cock and slid up and down his stiffness.  He yanked me up by my hair and kissed me.  I melted into his arms and he slapped me again.  This time, mouth free, he was able to see the grin across my face.

He roughly fingered my pussy.  I flushed knowing what he was feeling.  I was dripping wet, and desperate for his touch.  I could smell my own wetness.  I wondered if my senses were heightened from the blindfold, or if my pussy scent really did permeate the room.

He answered me when he brought his wet fingers right up under my nose and then smacked me hard on the cheek.  He cycled through again- fucking my mouth, then kissing me, then slapping me.

Then, suddenly, he plunged his fingers deep inside my pussy.  I exploded with desperate desire and cried out.  Not wanting to scream, my clamped my hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut tight beneath my blindfold.  He fucked me, hard and fast, milking my g-spot.  My body thrashed and he held me there as I came.  I collapsed in a pile on the bed, folded over myself and trembling.  He held me for a little while, took a picture of his rope work, gently untied me, and then stroked me while I came down.

It was fucking incredible.

The day unfolded into hours of sex, ending with him 3 fingers deep in my pussy and me gasping and convulsing, coming so hard I thought I was going to die.

I thought about him this morning as I lay in bed.  I lay down a folded towel on my bed.  I grabbed my trusty G-ki and extended it from its usual J-shape.  I moved it so it was the shape of The Chef's expert fingers, and slid it into myself.  I closed my eyes and sunk into a fantasy of him fucking me.  I imagined him slapping me and kissing me and penetrating me with his fingers over and over.  I imagined his teeth on my nipples, his weight and warmth on my chest.  I felt my ejaculation start, but it was stronger than I had felt it before.  I felt a squirt against my hand, and then up against my other hand that was holding the sheets up.  A big warm puddle formed under my ass and I squirted and squirted against my hands.  Finally I turned on the vibration and came, clenching down on the toy and heaving with pleasure.

When I cleaned up, I realized I had soaked through 4 layers of a folded towel.  I want to show The Chef!  Maybe I can propose masturbating in front of him?  I'd love for him to see me squirt… 

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