Sometimes You Find You Get What You Need

No idea who the pic­ture belongs to, but thank you to the Rolling Stones for the title…and in case you fol­low me on twit­ter — this is from last night…

Wak­ing up from an arous­ing dream where I am a frus­trated office work­ing day­dream­ing in my cubi­cle. Drowsy and still cling­ing onto half remem­bered sen­sa­tions, I nuz­zle into him, press­ing my lower body against him, sleep­ily kiss­ing on his neck and shoulder.

Still not quite awake, I whis­per snip­pets of what I can remem­ber into his ear, feel­ing him grow still against me as he enters wak­ing con­scious­ness and sleep turns to arousal.

He starts with my nip­ples, pulling and tug­ging the hard bud, first with his fin­gers. Pulling hard enough to hurt, the pain inflames my lust and instead of cry­ing out, I start to make sounds not unlike purring. His mouth fol­lows his fin­gers, then his mouth on my right breast while his fin­gers pluck at my other nip­ple pulling it into a hard peak.

I writhe beneath him, press­ing my hips against his body, plead­ing through my actions, and though he takes his time with me, it is not long before my panties are drawn off and my legs spread for him. I’m syrupy wet and fra­grant — there’s no need for fore­play and con­fronted with evi­dence of my obvi­ous arousal, his fin­gers slide deep inside me, press­ing that swollen spot inside, rub­bing and press­ing until the first of many orgasms over­takes me and I keen softly into his chest. He is not sat­is­fied, and another fol­lows, then another, until I am buck­ing beneath him while he tugs on my engorged clit, all the while rub­bing that mag­i­cal spot.

He pulls me over his lap, his hard cock press­ing into the soft flesh of my belly, pushes my head down so my ass is up in the air. The spank­ing should hurt, but instead of cry­ing out, I moan with each blow. He works the sweet spot right above where my thighs meet, and I press into his hand, meet­ing his hand, need­ing what he offers.

He pulls me back, push­ing my head down towards his feet so that I’m splayed open over his legs, every­thing revealed. He pre­pares my tight hole, the lube cool against the heated skin, then the metal plug pushes in smoothly and I moan as I accept it within me. But he’s not done. Pulling my lips wide, he slips in the Smart­balls, seal­ing them deep inside me. Filled in both ori­fices, I moan into the bed, the sen­sa­tions mak­ing it hard to think.

He pulls me to my feet, and I get dressed. Shak­ing my head hard, try­ing to clear the lust fog and con­cen­trate at the task at hand. Mun­dane daily tasks, walk­ing the dogs, things that must be done, but with the heavy plug inside me, the motion of my hips mak­ing me aware of it with every step and the lit­tle vibrat­ing balls work­ing their magic until I can feel my slick­ness drip­ping down between my lips. He laughs, spank­ing my ass through the jeans, feel­ing the base of the plug and push­ing on it. I lean against him, my hot fore­head against his cool coat, and moan into his neck, plead­ing to go back to the house, not know­ing how much more I can take. I am already so inflamed…

We go back, and as soon as we’re inside, the door locked behind me, I’m pulling my clothes off and throw­ing them hap­haz­ardly on the floor until I’m naked. He’s already on the bed, sit­ting up against the pil­lows at the head­board, cock semi­hard, watch­ing me with smoul­der­ing eyes. Then my mouth is on him while he plays with my ass, press­ing the plug in deeper to watch my hips buck. He pulls me off briefly, to pull on the sil­i­cone cock­ring, then I’m devour­ing him, tast­ing him greed­ily, try­ing to take every last inch into my mouth while he hard­ens until the veins and ridges stand out like cut glass, and I can­not wait to have him inside me.

On my knees before him, he hov­ers over me momen­tar­ily, try­ing to decide between my ass and my cunt. I remind him of the weekend’s upcom­ing fes­tiv­i­ties, and he pulls the Smart­balls out of me, toss­ing them aside before bury­ing his shaft inside me, fully, to the hilt, and I can­not stay still beneath him, hips grind­ing, ass mov­ing, back arch­ing, all to pre­serve the full­ness, the feel­ings building.

He fucks me hard, at one point, his fist in my hair pulling my head back to accen­tu­ate the arch of my back, then he’s com­ing inside me, so scald­ing hot and deep. I’m so close, still rid­ing that per­pet­ual edge, not want­ing to lose the inten­sity that comes right before orgasm. We lay together, my hips against his side, unable to keep still, they still bounce and writhe.

I beg, I plead. It’s no longer a ques­tion of what I want. It’s des­per­a­tion, some­thing I need, now. He pulls out the new Curve, slides it inside me, and the first stroke presses just right and already I’m com­ing, hips buck­ing as the plea­sure over­takes me then it’s too much and I’m almost cry­ing because I can’t stand it. I slow his hand, and slide my hand behind me to pop the plug out. It’s too much, I tell him, too much, and he gives me a look that tells me that there will be a next time with both, but then he’s mov­ing the Curve in and out of me, smoothly, glid­ing, and it’s like there’s scream­ing inside my head as my pussy gushes, con­tract­ing, clench­ing, over and over, and I can’t stop beg­ging for just one more, then just one more, then just one more until I’m exhausted, spent, deli­ciously bruised and exhausted, lay­ing in a pud­dle of my own juices and I can­not take any­thing more because I am finally satisfied.