My Muscles Clenched From The Intense Orgasms

I was perusing Tumblr blogs to look for photos for our Stash, and I wound up browsing one handed. I told my man that I might have to go to the bedroom to have a wank, but he had a better idea. He told me to get naked in the Black Room and to get out the Bug Board and the Fairy Wand.

It amazes me that we have a dresser full of all kinds of sex toys, but they mostly go unused because we get so much fun from just bondage and a vibrator. He started off with a ready-made orgasm from my horny cunt. Which blew my head off. "It's your warm-up orgasm," he said with a grin.

As much as I'd like to be able to wank to this level of intensity, I just don't think I can do it. But this was so much better than wanking. The blur of the vibrator on my clit left me non-verbal at times. It had me coming in multiple orgasms, which echoed within me even while he paused before beginning each new set. I was screaming and sweating profusely.

To cool me down he brought out a toy we'd previously talked about: ice. He pushed one piece into my cunt and rubbed another over my skin. On some parts of my body it was pleasant; on others it was ticklishly cold. His erection nudged me as he moved around my body.

He would intersperse one sensation with another. The pussy slaps were mild but many, as were the tweaks to my nipples. I felt myself drift into that level of subspace where I didn't try to control the sensations: instead I just responded.

Occasionally I caught glimpses of his face as he had his fun with me. I loved seeing his expressions of delight at my responses. Some of his fun was due to my aching abs, which clenched again and again from the intense orgasms.

When he applied the Fairy Wand directly to my exposed clit it made me shriek. The next orgasms silenced me; it was like the sound had run out. That made me curious, so after a brief respite I deliberately tried to stay quiet. It was like it created a reverberation of sensation within me. The orgasms shook me hard. I wanted to try it again, so I asked him, and he hesitated slightly before making his own decision. Then he smiled and reached for my clit.

Popping my clit out of its clit hood, he gently applied the vibrator to it and the sensation jumped. (The irony is that when it's directly on my clit, the lighter the touch of the vibrator the more it hurts.) Then he rocked it, which increased the intensity. It was starting to go past orgasm into fucking ow. My vow of silence didn't last when he pressed it down hard. He paused after my outburst, and I contained myself, and then he applied it again, and I came hard, again and again, and each time my voice would burst out of my mouth.

An ice cube in my mouth was very welcome when we took a break, he toyed again with ice on my skin. I could feel my conciousness drifting away from my body, and I told him I was getting tired. "One more set," he said.

With some apprehension on my part we started again. The orgasms were pulled from what was left of me, and when he reached in for more there was none left. Even as I began to voice my safeword he was undoing my bonds and telling me what a good girl I was. He was cuddling me even before he'd finished releasing me.

We made our way to the bedroom, and as we climbed into bed I started to shake with the early signs of shock. He cuddled me close until the shaking subsided.

His cock was still hard, and I lowered my head until I could nuzzle it with my lips. My tongue pushed back his foreskin to lick the sensitive head.

"Fuck me."

And I did, just how he likes it. I gripped him with my aching cunt and I rocked backwards and forwards. I wanted to make him come hard. I tried to keep to the same pace while my aching thigh muscles screamed at me: they were sore from when I had clenched them during my orgasms. He started to gasp, and he grabbed my hips and pulled me in close as he came hard in my cunt. It was so fucking hot that I wanted to do it all over again.

There is a cheeky little girl within me. I wondered if he was as sensitive after orgasm as I usually am, so I started moving my hips, fucking his cock again. (Have I mentioned how much I love that he stays hard for some time after coming?) But he figured me out pretty quick. His hands were still resting on my hips, and with one quick move he lifted me off and rolled me onto the bed. We both laughed.

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