True Sex Stories: Thankful

I cooed,"Will you make me cum?" –already knowing he would.

The mornings romp had made my pussy tight, closed and locked to touch. My pussy satisfied, the mind never. While my mind was a willing participant, my clever little snatch is not always as willing and requires some influencing. Slow, wet licking, slight finger circles coaxing my lips to part and my inside to start flowing. Sometimes that doesn't even work, sometimes the only thing that will unlock the velvet walls of my vagina is the njoy. It was definitely going to take some work on your part to pull this orgasm from me.

Warming the wand in a cup of tea on the night stand, you continue to lick the entirety of my slit with your hot tongue. I drift into that space where nothing else matters to me–where all I am concentrating on is the way your tongue feels on my bare skin, taunting my little clit to grow.

The walls of my cunt spasm and begin to slowly release under your mouth and fingers. My head tilts back trying to focus on the cloudy gray filtering from the window. From nowhere you hand me the blindfold. Being blinded can allow for a freeing of the senses– creating anticipation and heightened smell and taste.

Soft spoken filth spills out of your mouth.
"You need two cocks, don't you? Such hungry cock slut. You want to feel a cock fucking your mouth, while I fuck you? Don't you? Such a slut."

I am gone, nodding agreement, writhing under his hand, enjoying knowing I am going to come and come and come. I relax. Sliding the njoy slowly through the locked walls, unlocking. Your mouth deliberate. I can feel my pussy begin to drip, from slit to ass, forming a pool of wetness. I seem to be pouring out, my cunt that was dry and unwilling is now whet, whet, whet– and oh such a willing need hole.

"Fuck me."
Which is not what I really meant, but you knew what I meant–fuck me with your fingers.

My mouth drops open, and again you know what I want.

Blind I can feel you move positions, never stopping with fingers or mouth, but now I can smell your cock, so close to my eager slutty lips that want nothing more than to devour every hard inch you give. My pussy squeezes and contracts at the idea. Your thighs flank my face and your cock begins to dip into my warm mouth. This is not a position I am normally into, I tend to forget and let my own orgasm slide away as I get involved in how much I love sucking your cock. But this time it was not a factor, I knew you were going to make me cum, even if the feeling did subside, you could bring it right back and in the moment I was thoroughly enjoying making your cock even harder. Feeling the strength of your thighs and your body hovering above me was such a turn on, I lost my self into working your cock and balls.

You continued on me, fucking me, licking me, pulling out two bed soaking cums, while your cock continued, alternating from my mouth to my hands– firmly stroking your girth. With your cock so rock hard in my hands, I imagined how you fuck me with it. Beneath you I wimper and beg you to not stop. "oh fuck fuck me, right there, right there right there right there…" Your hand is pumping faster and faster into me, fucking, hitting that spot over and over while your mouth continues to devour my full puffed pussy and clit.

When I cum that last time, I curse like a crude woman and spurt and splash out around your crammed deep hand. Had your hand not been there, I very well may have cum like a fountain.

After the cursing and my come down, all I can think of to say is…"Thank you."

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