True Sex Stories: Electric

An incredibly intense orgasm. Sheer electricity.

His face was buried in my pussy.  My fingers were wrapped around the bars of his headboard.  Both legs were wrapped around his back.  I had reached a moment of bliss, but I knew there was more.  I knew that if I breathed through that initial sensitivity and allowed him to keep going, it was there.  That orgasm, you know that one when your clit and your g-spot and every nerve ending between your toes and your brain connect.  It's not an orgasm that happens often.  Not for me.  All of them are good- but sometimes- it's so good.  So intense.  So amazing that you remember it when you think back about amazing sex.

So I let it happen.  I sunk into my skin and let the sensitive burn from orgasm one settle and spread.  His tongue dove somewhere that felt like it was UNDER my clit.  I don't have a large clit and he doesn't have a thin tongue, but it felt that he was somehow french kissing my clit.  Sucking biting, and swirling it around in his mouth.  I was crawling up his back with my legs and when his fingers, two- maybe three- entered me and he dug, scratched and pounded away at my g-spot everything turned red.  I reached for him and clawed at his skin.  I beg, pleaded and cried out.  It wasn't just an orgasm, it was like a moment when you use new brain cells and your body responds in pure joy.

My body rocked and trembled as he held on to me.  I fucked his lips, his fingers, every ounce of pleasure he was giving me until I was pleading into the air even as I pushed his mouth and hands away.  He rested his head on my belly, rubbing over my skin.  Each inch of me responded to his touch as if my whole body was my clit.  Pleasure in human form and I needed more.  I needed pressure.  Deep pressure.  Manipulation.  Impact.

I continued to plead with him until he looked me in the eyes and asked me what I wanted.  Please what?"

"Oh God- please Master.  Beat me.  Beat my skin.  Hard.  Harder than ever!  Please beat me, Master."

Without question he sat on my pelvis.  His palm came down across my cheek and at impact, my whole body tingled.  My clit ached as he slapped my skin.  My face- my arms.  Each strike further released more and more pleasure.  I was so deep in sub space ecstasy that I encouraged and taunted him.  Again! More! Harder.  When he grabbed at my nipples and pulled, I moaned something he recognizes as ‘close'.  He immediately started to slap my breasts.  One then the other.  Even when he pulled his arm back in perfect "bitchslap" style- I moaned nothing but divine pleasure.  He kept coming down on me, again and again.  So hard I could feel the skin welting up.  But I squirmed and let the burn between my nipples and my clit sear a hole through my skin.  My body screamed in orgasm.

The sting of his hands slapping my tits were as effective as his tongue on my clit.  I gasped and moaned and whimpered.  His eyes were fixed and he was focused.  He was hitting me, striking me, beating me harder than he'd ever put his hands on me before and I was responding with moans and pleading for more.  I felt my self climbing again.  I was almost unable to breathe, but reaching yet another orgasm again.  I ran my hands up through my hair, over my body and up his legs.  I pulled him down to me, kissed him and then rolled him over on top of him.  His cock was hard and ready for me, and my head threw back and he grabbed hard onto my hips as I sunk down on him.  I felt him filling my body and the last orgasm massaged his cock.  I could not hear my screaming as it simply meshed with my skin.  It was never-ending and consuming.  Over and over again, until I was leaning back on his thighs and bouncing hard on him until he grabbed my hips and pulled me down as he thrusted upwards.  I was still coming when he finally shot his come into me.

I crashed next to him and stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of sex still echoing in the air.

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