You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I’m aware of is a leg on either side of my head, from you kneeling over me. The only reason I know how you’re sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you’re covering my face between my eyes and chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I can’t help myself but to lift my head up, trying to bury my tongue deeper in you.
Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The taste of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your body shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.
Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight me off of you for a second while you’re at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the sound is very quickly: you’ve got your vibrator that you grabbed earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your slow back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you’re making, I’m laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a seconds rest, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. “Just because I’ve got this, doesn’t mean you get to stop,” you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it’s the sensation of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual vibrations of the bullet in me and your vibe in close proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focus and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm building and creeping down your spine.
This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle clues. The strength and force by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first gush of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending juices all over the place; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my face and arms, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.
“Enjoy that?” you ask through labored breaths. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled “Mhmm” as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. “Mmmmm, good. You’ve no idea how amazing that felt,” you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your flushed face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I’ve been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.
“Mmmm…I must taste awesome. Do I?” you tease.
“Yes mistress,” I reply, the stinging of my nipple still fresh in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.
“I really do taste good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted more. You couldn’t get enough of it.” All of this said through a knowing grin on your face. “Well don’t worry, you’re about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I’ll have you taste yourself later,” you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankles and tell me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankles, and using extended straps, you connect them to the straps binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing things I can’t see. Keeping them from my view, you climb back over me. However, this time your legs are on opposite sides as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.
Lying stomach to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the items you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your grip firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my balls, two tighter ones around the base of my shaft; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. “Relax and enjoy this, and no matter what, do not stop with your mouth.”
Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your free hand, you crack open a bottle of lube and pour a small amount on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take effect and keep me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still free hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a circle around my hole. Wanting to play and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.