Gasping and crying out as he teased my sore hole, I was unable to deny the pleasure erupting between my trembling thighs. When he ground the beads in deeper, my fingers thrust into my spasmming cunt as I writhed before him, crying out for release.
“Ohhhhh … fuck me … oh Master … yessssss, please!”
I could feel him watching me stroke and tease myself as he tugged at the beads more insistently, making me clamp down to keep them inside. Then he shoved them back inside deep and hard, the full length of his middle finger fucking me as I began to beg more and more lewdly. I could sense the building tension in me about ready to explode.
Writhing beneath him, I began to jerk a bit more wildly, my fingers plunging into my hot, wet depths. The sensations were building, pushing me closer and closer to the edge as my ass clenched around the beads. I was hungry to feel him fill me in that way … spread until I couldn’t take any more and I cried out, the mere thought of it sending me over the edge, my whole body tensing and quaking before him.
When the first indication of my climax was apparent, he pulled the string just hard enough for one of the beads to pop out. With the second squeeze, another popped out … each contraction releasing another bead to empty me, making me feel emptier than I had in my entire life.
Screaming out with the intensity of my orgasm, I muffled my cries into his pillow as my fingers buried deep into my trembling cunt. As he slowly pulled the beads out, my ass clenched at the air almost as if it was reluctant to let them go. As my orgasm began to subside, I suddenly gave way to the intensity of our session and sobbed into the pillow, my whole body spasmming and shaking.
I could feel him reach down between my legs to press the vibrator against my clit, suddenly remembering that it was there. I jerked, the movement almost breaking the position he had put me in as my head came off the pillow, crying out in surprise.
The sensation on my hyper-sensitive flesh caused my eyes to fly open only to find his gaze on me. Tears were streaming down my flushed cheeks and my eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss them away tenderly, caringly … reassuring me once again that I would do anything for him.
His lips were affectionate against my face as he continued to sensually grind the vibrator against me. I gasped, knowing he was trying to drive me towards another orgasm. My voice was husky as I groaned, “Ohhhh god … Master …”
Small little spasms continued to rocket through me, unable to stop them any more than I could have stopped a freight train with just the simple command of ‘no’. I could hear him whispering soft nothings as he drove me unmercifully.
“You did so good baby … don’t stop now. You’re such a good girl … Master loves you.” He kissed me firmly for a moment before pulling back, continuing to rock pressure on the vibrator, tilting it this way and that over my clit. It was humming violently against the super-sensitive hardened nub and surrounding petals.
My whimpers were evolving into moans that morphed into screams and then back to mews as he continued to drive me forward. My body responded to him like I had never responded to another, his words melting over me like a security blanket. He comforted me and I trusted him completely, even as my body continued to spasm almost violently.
“That’s it baby … just cum,” he reassured me, his voice strong in my ear. “Tell me when you’ve had enough and we’ll sleep.”
His pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, causing me to cry out one more time as my whole body spasmmed and jerked. Unable to hold the position any more as I screamed, I collapsed against him as he held me, a single word brushed past my lips in a hoarse whisper, “Mercy …”