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“Oooooh,” I moan, finally feeling Alex enter me fully and completely. While it sounds like something coming out of a trained porn star’s mouth, it’s not an act. My long, high moan is an accurate reflection of how much he’s filling me, stretching me, pleasuring me. Whatever I thought I was in for when I felt the tip of his penis teasing me, it was nothing compared to the full thing.
The sheer width and length pressing past my tight lips, and into my taut pussy. It’s enough to have my stomach aching. My hips and pelvis feeling a little sore, but in an oddly good way. A similar feeling to when the nipple clamps first went on. Uncomfortable, but not a turnoff.
“Oooooh,” I moan again, feeling Alex, push a little more deeply into me. He’s balls deep now, and I get to feel his velvety sacs right up against me as he thrusts.
It’s like being spanked with the softest, squishiest paddle in the whole world. I love every minute. Not just the feeling of being slapped across my ass, but getting to hear the wet, slipping, squelching noises my pussy makes with every thrust and retreat, with every push and pull.
Put those two things together — the sound and the feeling of being pumped vigorously from behind — and I’m putty in the swing. I’m losing myself to the feeling of delirious itchy-hotness in me. In every inch of my pussy, being rubbed and petted by Alex’s skillful and proud cock. I pant against this, feeling my hands and toes curling. My legs are beginning to stiffen, which only hugs Alex tighter.
Something he obviously enjoys, as he rewards me with a thumb on my clit. Like he’s done a few times tonight, he rubs me in hard, unrelenting circles. Teases my clit, jiggling pleasure into my lips and swollen head.
With his dick sliding in and out of me as fast as it is now, it doesn’t take long for tenderness to build. The sensitivity to climb from the base of my clit to the top.
Within seconds, I’m about to orgasm, but it’s different than the times I’ve masturbated. Those times were with nothing inside me. With Alex’s cock stretching and simulating my ridges and lips, I feel deliciously trapped and full, which only forces more pleasure to zero in on my clit.
As it does, I feel like I’m getting sucked off by an actual Greek demigod, and it takes every bit of control I have to hold back. But I do let out a shuddering cry.
“Sir! Siiiiiiiiir!” Clumsily, I swallow the saliva growing in my throat. “Help me, Sir!” I groan, feeling a pre-climax spasm shoot through me. At this point, I’m barely able to register that the over-the-door sex swing is now thumping fast and hard into the wall because of what we’re doing.
“I’m right here,” Alex says, much to calmly for how hard he’s fucking me. “What do you need me to help you with?”
The dark singsong to his voice pushes me closer to that edge. One I’m not supposed to cross without his permission. I tremble violently. It’s a completely automatic reaction. I whimper uncontrollably. Make noises I don’t even have names for. Noises I’ve never heard come from me before. Half of them sound like I’ve been possessed by a demon and I’m speaking in tongues. Through my cries, I hear Alex whisper, “Could it be that you need to come?”
I whine at him. The sound is happy/sad. “Oh, yes, Sir!” I gasp for air. “Oh, please let me come!” That last word is high and squeaky. As it is, I can barely get my vocal cords to work. They, along with everything else in my body, demand one thing and one thing only: release. “Please let me come, Sir!” I plead again when Alex doesn’t immediately answer me. “Please, before I accidentally become a bad girl!” Teary trembles are in those words, and not because I’m feeling so much pleasure that my eyes are leaking. It’s because I feel genuinely bad and afraid of the possibility of disobeying him. “You’ve been such a good master to me,” I squeak. “Please let me be good for you!”
“Then come.” That’s all Alex says, and that’s all it takes. The moment I’m given permission, I release at least two hour’s worth of buildup. Of tortured, denied orgasm. In one hot and heavy second, it all comes out and flows from me in a spinning, fiery disc of pleasure. Waves crash in, out and up through me, stealing my breath. I gasp under them, but no sound comes out. Just more trembling throughout my whole body.
Vaguely, I’m aware of something hot and thick gushing from me. Spraying out around Alex’s hot and sturdy cock.
“Good girl,” he says, not commenting on my liquids or my spray. Or whether he’s gotten wet, or cares. “Get ready to do that again. When I say.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, feeling exhausted, relieved and hungry simultaneously. While he has helped release one layer of tension inside me, another quickly builds. And that’s because he’s pumping his cock again. Filling me with his textured thickness. His silky length, which is even more slippery than before.
I know it’s because of what I unleashed on him, but instead of shame, I feel prideful. Naughty. Wicked. Totally good and bad at the same time, and unlike the first time he entered me, I allow myself to fully enjoy the second round. To not be so concerned about feeling every move but enjoying the rhythm. Enjoying the swinging sensation I’m surrounded by, now that he’s going as fast and hard as he wants.
I’m practically floating. Never mind there are straps holding me, I’ve chocked that up to Alex’s demigod status. The magic that started the second he put a blindfold on, and the magic I’ve relinquished myself to. I allow myself to scream and moan. Praise him for all his good work. His kindness and generosity. I tell him what a good girl I want to be from now on. How honest I want to be.
“I’m happy to hear that, baby girl,” Alex answers. I hear him breathing heavily. Hard. “It means you and I can have more fun.” I feel his fingers play with my asshole. I hate to admit it, but I like the dirty attention there. Much more so with his fingers than any plug. I hum at his touch, hoping this will encourage him to do more. “You would like to have more fun, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I agree.
“Then you’re going to let me play with this hole—” I gasp, feeling his thick finger plunge into my ass— “before I let you come again, is that understood?”
“Yes,” I say loudly, feeling mortified and turned on by how much I’m enjoying his finger moving in and out of me, while his cock keeps pace in the other hole.
“Good.” Alex eases another finger into my tight, puckering ass. It resists for a moment, but with extra pressure, and lube from the liquid sloshing out of my gaping pussy, it eventually goes in with no trouble. I have two fingers pressing in and out of me, stimulating areas I didn’t know could be stimulated. Areas I didn’t think I’ll like being stimulated. It’s so pleasurable.
“Oh, you’ve got such a hungry hole back here,” he whispers. “Shall we try for three?” He waits as though he’s thinking it through. “I think we should. It would give your ass a good stretch.”
Panic bubbles up inside me. Three fingers. Three?
“Do you trust me, pet?”
“You know I do, Sir.”
“Then don’t resist me.”
I swallow hard and nod.
“Good girl.”
He eases a third finger in, and I really do feel stretched. But after a few seconds, my ass accommodates him with little trouble.
“You’re a very good girl, aren’t you?”
As he moves up and down, I feel the ridges on my asshole actually suck on him. Tighten around all three fingers. “You’re definitely going to be ready for some dick back here later.”
I stiffen out of excitement and fear. “Now, Sir?”
“No,” he says, actually having to work now to maintain a steady rhythm with his fingers and cock. It’s harder to do with three, than with two. But his effort makes him sound sexier. Even more in control, even if he might be losing it. “But think of this as practice.” I hear him let out a tight groan. “Now put your fingers down on your clit and rub until you come.”
I do as he instructs and put my two favorite fingers down in front of me. They’re a little numb from gripping the handholds for so long, but they quickly develop a feel for my textures.
The engorged feel of my lips and hidden pleasure spot. Though now it’s not so hidden. Quickly, I go to work rubbing both sides of my clit’s shaft, before crawling my fingers up toward the tip.
This alone is enough to have me climbing quickly to a second, and equally powerful orgasm. My skin still feels like lava from my previous release, and this build up feels like more magma ready to explode. After less than a minute of touching myself, thick webs of arousal coat my fingers.
Like I do at home, I drag a fingernail across my hard, nubby clit. It’s still swollen, and I’m not sure if I’m touching it. But, when I cut my fingernail across the top, it shudders under a familiar zap of electricity, and I know I’ve hit the right spot.
But now I’ve got to double check with Alex. “Can I come, Sir?”
Inside me, I can feel Alex’s cock thickening. Heating to volcanic levels, letting me know he’s about ready to erupt. I don’t know how I know, but my pussy feels extra tingly. Extra attuned to him, despite the condom.
“Come,” he commands. “Do it for me. Give me everything.” For the first time since our play began, Alex sounds as gentle as he is strong and manly. As tender as he is in control.
With these thoughts, I quickly climb to orgasm. My body arches out of the swing, but Alex is right there, keeping time. Keeping rhythm with me. Just as a wave of gripping, suffocating pleasure somersaults through me, I feel Alex’s muscles tighten with me. I feel him pump hard and fast into me, before pushing his cock to the hilt and keeping it there.
He comes with a grunt and a groan. There is a gasp, I sense he doesn’t want me to hear that. I do anyway, but I can tell he’s trying to keep that quiet and show how in control he is.
Alex and I stay in that position for what feels like forever. But when he finally pulls out, it’s not without a last ripple of pleasure. Of happy vibration, as my lips finally let go of him with a literal “kiss” sound.
His fingers leave my forbidden space. I feel sorrowfully empty. After having my ass plugged like that, I miss his fingers when they’re gone.
Nipple clamps come off my throbbing nipples next, followed unceremoniously by the blindfold.
When I finally get to see the world around me again, I feel like I died, went to Heaven and just came back to Earth. All the colors seem brighter. All the light seems softer. More magical.
And Alex…he’s more beautiful than I ever imagined anyone could be. More tender and strong than any pseudo-boyfriend I’ve ever had. He stands in front of me without a shred of clothing on, but he’s got all the dignity of the demigod I know he is. The condom hangs loosely from him, looking as my entire body feels. Not even fifty runs on the slopes would feel this thrilling, this all encompassing
Alex comes over and unhooks me from the swing. Without a word, he picks me up in that effortless manner he’s been maneuvering with me all night. I snuggle into his chest, as he pulls back the covers on the bed and places me inside of them. He pulls them over me gently, brushing the hair out of my face.
“Rest is important now, pet,” Alex murmurs, taking off the condom and throwing it in a nearby trashcan. “I worked you hard, and now I’ll hold you tight.”
Now that I’m in bed, I’m feeling cozy. Tired. Satisfied. Sated. But not too tired to cuddle him when he climbs into bed on the other side. I wrap my arms and legs around him, happy to use all my soft and curvy bits to cushion him after a night of such strenuous work. I kiss him on his chest before I have time to think about what I’ve done.
I kiss him again, not bothering to think at all.
It’s not long before I fall asleep. I don’t even know when I do exactly, but after some point, I become aware of nothing except my own breathing. My own heartbeat beating around in a pool of exhaustion, which I submit to readily.
***
When I wake up sometime later, Alex is fast asleep. Or at least I think he is until I get up and start to play “treasure hunt” with all the clothes I took off., He stirs. Heooks up, as if not even sleep destroys his sexy, put-together vibe. “Leaving me already?” he asks.
“Just for a while,” I say gently.
I gather all my clothes, and I begin to put them on. Starting with my shoes and ending with my bra and sweater. The same ones I took off for him a few short hours ago. “I need to go check up on Mariah and take care of some…business.”
Though I can’t see any indication of time because the blinds are drawn, my internal clock says it’s sometime in the early morning. Maybe five or six. While I don’t know what time, Mariah will come back to the room (or if she’ll come back at all), I want to be there for her when and if she shows.
Plus, I want to take a shower. Get myself together again before Mariah and I cross paths.
Luckily, Alex doesn’t seem all that disappointed or surprised by the news. He just smiles and says, “Okay, beautiful. Whatever you need to do, you do.” He sits up on an elbow. “But I expect to see you later.”
“Most definitely!” I say, checking my back pocket for my phone. It’s still there, despite the wild activity. “I was going to say I would see you later, but you beat me to it!” God, I think, drinking in his sinewy, somewhat muscled chest and tummy, you are too sexy to be legal! And to think I got you all to myself!
Alex bites his lip, looking amused. It’s as if he can see into my mind, read my thoughts. “It’s a date then, Jane.” He snuggles back into the bed I’ve left, hugging the pillow I slept on to him. “See you soon.”
“Yep!”
I hurry to the door. As I reach to open it, I take a moment to caress the sex wings still hanging there. Even just touching it makes me wet. I smile and hustle my ass out before he changes his mind and decides to fuck it.
Closing the door quietly and firmly behind me, I make my way back to the room I share with Mariah. I knock before putting the key card in. While I’m sure they wouldn’t have come back here to have sex, I want to make sure I don’t disrupt anything.
When I don’t hear anything after a second courtesy knock, I let myself in.
As I expected, the room’s empty.
“Well,” I murmur to myself, heading to the bathroom and undressing, “that’ll give me time to freshen up a bit before any company.”
After undressing, I turn on the water for the shower and climb in. Not long after the warm water massages my aching muscles, my thoughts return to Alex. To how he touched and tasted me. All the ways he filled me. Not just physically, but emotionally.
And to think I was just coming on this trip for Mariah. For her fulfillment. I grab a lavender-scented bar of soap and latherer it on my tender, happy skin. As I do, memories of my wild and satisfying night circle through my thoughts. But I was the one who got my needs met. And I didn’t have to live vicariously through my friend. I work the soap into my creases, enjoying bits of sensitivity as I do. And I finally found the man I’ve been dreaming about. I sigh, and some of my floaty feelings dissipate. But I can’t get too serious about him. This is just for the weekend. Just for this trip. I can’t ask for any more than that. I rinse the soap from my body, watching it go down the drain. To do so would be selfish and stupid.