post-meal
M4F
The Scene:You're my date. We've had a fine dinner filled with pleasant, humorous chatting and thigh rubbing under the table, and now we're back at my abode. We're feeling comfortable and are becoming attracted to each other. We kiss on the couch, but soon move to the bedroom:
The Scenario:
We turn on the candles and fill the space with soft light. I lay on the bed. You join me. Your sensitive mammaries are preparing for my curious eyes and mouth. You settle into bed with me.
I cradle my large hands over your breasts, appreciating your feminine allure. I slightly lift them and tease your nipples with my thumbs through your outfit as I kiss you.
You tremble mildly at the pleasure, an effect of the evening drinks, my sly fingers, and our growing emotional association. You cooperate when I urge you to remove your top. I assist in taking your breasts out of your bra.
I begin using my mouth. One nipple is receiving attention from my tongue, while the other is receiving stimulation from one lazy finger. I'm circling your nipple, starting broadly over your whole breast, and gradually moving inward, almost reaching, but not touching. I want one nipple to have everything it craves, and the other desiring fulfillment.
I gaze up at you and request:
'May I pinch your nipples? I want them tinkling when I fuck you. I want that recollection to linger. I want you to wheeze a bit and shiver from the memory of intense pleasure whenever you hear a cat collar or Christmas chimes.'
My cock is stiffening under my jeans.
You stare at me, maintaining eye contact, and nod 'yes'. You're not showing much excitement early on, to maintain your mystery, but your eyes give you away.
'Yes,' you repeat, with the slightest grin.
The idea of your swelling breasts, swaying, signaling the tempo of our intercourse, excites me extensively. I think you understand where this is going, too.
I instruct you to get the blue set of clamps from the bedside table. You obey, and I accept the magnificent piece from you. It glows in the light. A fine, yet durable, silver chain connects two silver clasps. Each clasp has a cushioned coating, sturdy enough to grip securely, but cushioned enough not to harm.
Other lengths of silver chain are strung between the clamps, swaying at different lengths. There are small stones embedded in the middle of each length of chain.
I study you again.
'Prepared?'
'Yes,' you answer.
I envelop your stunning breast in a caring gesture from below, then grab the first clip.
Pain surges through your nipple and your back bends a little in response. You utter a guttural moan and a series of short inhalations.
I look for signs of begging out, but for you, the pain is enough to propel you out of boredom and into embracing life.
I fasten the other clip. You arch again and grasp the sheets on the mattress. Another guttural grunt and a lengthy, assured moan, followed by a long breath out.
You retain your composure as you acclimate to the condition and slight jingling from your perky nipples is audible immediately. You have goosebumps from being fully awake. Your erect nipples, now decorated epically, are acting even more taut, even for you.
I flatten my fingers and stroke your whole breasts, intuitively realizing the pain will eventually be subdued by a torrent of bliss.
Now we set ourselves up for you to rock on my erection. Your management of the pain has ignited desire within me.
I gaze up at you in your entirety, shoulders back, breasts out; a representation of a woman gleefully embracing her sexual energy.
At that moment, my brain reviews several thoughts. I understand that I'm old enough and smart enough now to fully cherish the grandeur of your body. You're curvaceous and venturesome, holding yourself against me. I adore every instant of it. Your seductive voice is becoming huskier, voicing your wishes.
However, these physical aspects pale compared to your soul, your want to experience life to the fullest. Your spirit inebriates me.
As you grind against me, and our eyes meet, I can see the intelligence there and watch you relish the instant, slipping into pleasure. Your breathing has accelerated and the initial pain of the clamps has induced adrenaline. You're feeling compelled by the harmonious combination of pleasure and pain. You're gradually surrendering to the moment.
Assuming control, you take hold of my penis and jerk it a few times, before positioning your body over it and using it to rub the path of your portal. You smooth my accumulated sperm all over your labia. We're both groaning from how wonderful it feels.
This situation persists for a wonderfully long time, with my sperm dripping out of me and blending with your cunt juices.
In a gasping tone, I inquire:
"May I spank you, Misty?"
"Yes," she replies, "but only when you're completely embedded within me. I want you to feel the wobble of my pussy."
I settle for running my hands along the outside of her body and placing my arms behind her so she can lean forward, allowing us to kiss. My erect penis has pushed through her entrance and is sliding upwards into her.
Our foreheads collide and she's manipulating my penis with her pelvic rhythm, and the bells are chime cheerfully with each thrust.
With one hand free, I smack her bottom.
She lets out an involuntary groan filled with delight. She starts thrusting down more forcefully and determinedly.
I slap again, this time harder. She arches again as the pain transforms into elation. Her bottom has a rosy hue.
She's slamming onto me and my pelvis is rising to meet her. Our grunting and the sound of the bells combine to create a primordial rhythm.
She throws her head back and her hair is cascading down her back, her plump breasts heaving and falling, driving me crazy.
We're making love with increasing intensity. I can feel the familiar precursors of deep orgasm arising within me as my body approaches the point of no return. In our own worlds, yet joined in a single entity, we're instinctively providing and receiving pleasure.
I conjure up a determined look on my face and push up to match her amazing slamming bottom. I demand: "Scream out my name. I want to hear you say it."
She complies with a voice that's deepening and syrupy. Her voice is maddening and I thrust harder.
"Fuck me...... Misty....Take it!"
We continue our lovemaking, our breaths synchronised. She's riding me like I'm a bronco. My vision is filled by breasts and bouncing hair.
"I'm close," she announces in a heightened, breathy, loud, hoarse voice; this has been a stressful test of endurance.
I grunt before I can speak.
"Me too!"
I'm nearly shouting.
The bells are chiming loudly.
The wave is about to break for both of us. The bed is creaking to the point of breaking.
As a pair, we slip into a final, frenzied, intense gear and prepare ourselves for orgasm.
Her hips are moving like pistons and we're hell-bent on climaxing together.
She unleashes a final barrage of dirty talk as the wave approaches: "I'm going to cum on your cock!...So close!....it's coming!......it's coming!....I'm cumming.!!!"
We continue to lovemake beyond the climax. It's clear she can keep going for far longer than me, but I can't quite get there yet and finish thrusting. I lie calmly beside her.
The bed is saturated and I'm exhausted, at least for the moment. We catch our breath and engage in a gentle kiss. My body relaxes, (or so I thought).
After a while, I reach over and investigate the items on the bedside table... I'm looking for the vibrating anal plug. Its appearance is akin to an ace of spades with a round tip.
"Sweetheart," I say with a smile, "I'm going to introduce this into your lovely ass, carefully and softly, unveiling new avenues of pleasure. The icing on the cake will be the vibrations. You're going to feel like you're on top of the world."
I pick it up delicately and initiate kissing her again. After the chaos of vigorous sex, I intend to be gentle with her, re-centering her after her ravishment and showing her how much she means to me. Our lips softly touch for a moment, but she quickly becomes ravenous again, her hands reaching for me and trying to draw me back to a reclining position.
"Take the toy," I instruct. "It's new and clean. I want you to suck on it for a while to sanitise it. While you're doing that, I've got other ideas."
She grabs the vibrator and lavishly licks it, all the while watching me meticulously manoeuvre into a crouching posture in front of her; she's on the bed, her legs bent at the knees. I spread her legs apart and press her inner thighs down gently, yielding the butterfly position. Her vagina is exposed and she's vulnerable, but trusting.
Eating her out is going to make me incredibly aroused, and I expect she'll be transported to a delightful world as I caress her repeatedly.
I drop to my knees, still locking eyes with yours as my tongue softly touches your tempting mound. I glide my tongue over it and begin to investigate the plump line in your flesh. So much is happening in that sacred spot of your body. You're lubricating; pussy juices seeping out as your body starts experiencing anticipation. Your pussy now has a direct link to your mind; each of my licks igniting your pleasure centers, unleashing a powerful sense of wellbeing and excitement. You yearn to watch me and revel in the sight of me feasting on you passionately, but your head keeps arching back repeatedly in response to the intense waves of pleasure. You satisfied yourself by gripping my head. As I continue this intimate dance you press harder on the back of my head.
I begin tracing my fingers and nails along your inner thighs while delving my face into your cunt.
You're getting incredibly moist, allowing me to indulge in one of my favorite sexual acts; to cover my face and lips in your juices, smearing my face on your cunt over and over. You love the sensation of that; your body producing more. I drink a little of you. The sound of my slurping drives you wild and you moan loudly and gratifyingly with a hint of surrender and disbelief. You murmur ever so faintly.
I grasp a firm hold of your hips and press deep into your pussy, aligning my face on your cunt.
Your breathing becomes a bit unsteady; it's challenging for you to maintain a stable state of mind as you edge closer to ecstasy.
You can sense another orgasm forming.
'Are you prepared for some fun, Misty?'
You've been lost in the rising sense of euphoria, forgetting about the plug. You've been sucking on it and moaning through it the entire time.
You reply by giving short, vigorous nods. 'Yes.'
My half-laugh of amazement and delight is all emitted into your cunt.
'May I have the plug?' I inquire, peering at you through your legs.
The plug leaves your mouth and into mine. I suck on it gently while I spread your ass cheeks and find the perfect spot to enter your joy zone.
I prep entry by coating the plug in your juices.
I ease the tip of the plug against your simplicity and feel the tension.
It's tight. I need to help you relax, so I coat my pinky finger in your cunt juice, then slowly insert it into your anus to initiate the process. You enjoy being filled and accept it, gradually relaxing.
I place my finger inside you and insert the tip of the plug next to it. As soon as the tip begins moving in, I withdraw the finger. The rounded tip snugs in just right, then more enters, and now you're feeling the unparalleled sensation the plug provides. Finally, the larger bulbous part forces its way through and your asshole closes around it. You're filled; all that's left visible is the flat decorative handle. You gasp and your eyes widen; simultaneously challenged, delighted, and overtaken by desire.
You've been transported to a new level but you know it's about to send your mind into orbit once the vibrator is switched on. Who knows what might happen.
I'm holding the vibrator remote and will use it whenever I believe maximum effect will be attained.
'Shall I fuck you again?'
You whimper faintly again, and pull me up to your face for a passionate kiss. You taste yourself on my face.
'What do you say?' you inquire.
I have no hesitation. I drag you back down the bed and have you turn over. Your beautiful breasts are swinging downwards. Your ass is in plain view, inviting. I lightly tap my generous cock against your vagina.
We're ready to fuck.
You're breathing deeply again and relishing the anticipation. I'm running my hands over your lower back and ass as my cock settles on your entrance, prepared.
'You can take the lead,' I say.
You promptly reach beneath and find my cock, guiding it into your pussy. I can see your asshole puckering up against the butt plug. You're on the verge of experiencing the ultimate sensation of fullness. Vagina and anus filled together. I grab your hips and drive my own hips and penis forward. I'm thrusting into your perfectly shaped pussy. It feels as though my shape and yours were made for each other.
After a few minutes of moderate fucking and suggestive talk, I pick up the pace, driving harder into you. I'm pushing you and the bed across the floor, inch by inch. You're moaning my name.
As I near the peak, I grasp the remote for the vibrator plug and press the 'on' button.
The impact of the buzzing deep inside you is instant and catastrophic. You emit a shriek, followed by a procession of concise moans that eventually blend into one long moan.
I smack your booty as I penetrate you. Your lower half has succumbed to a low hum, accepting each thrust, drowning in the satisfaction that's consuming you. The bells are chiming. You're disintegrating into the bedding as I forcefully impale you.
"Deep breaths, Misty! Accept it!" I cry out between clenched teeth.
You're ecstatically sobbing and groaning as your body is rhythmically tossed forward and pulled back. You're engulfed in waves of rapture.
"I'm about to climax! Slam me down!"
Though it wouldn't be possible to go any harder, I forcefully plunge you and turn the vibrator up two more notches.
Your eyes widen, and you start moaning with high-pitched ecstasy, and finally the climax crashes over you and you jerk and arch, releasing a primal howl. Your vagina tightens around me. You grunt through your nose. You do it again and again, gradually regaining control of your breathing as you return to your present self. I gradually reduce the vibrator's speed, but leave the plug in for a few moments and sweetly kiss you...
We hug for a while, which turns into a snooze. We stir an hour later, and it's agreed that you should stay for the night. We can't pull ourselves away from each other.
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