Saturday fun (part 2) [Explicit]
Rather drunk, we fell into bed. ruine_ was singing Too Drunk to Fuck (except that she doesn't know the words, or the tune).. but I had other ideas. I pinned her down hard. She struggled a little, insisting she didn't want it.. I teased her a little.. I know my girl, deep down, I know she wants it, and soon she's begging me to stop teasing her, and take her. I slide on top of her, push into her, and press up on my arms to look at her.
She looks back up at me. "Slap me", she says.. "Please slap me, Master. Hurt me". This isn't usual. She's done this once before, only, when she wanted to be punished, to let something go and forget, but this time, she just wants it. I can't do that. I can't slap her for no reason.
She asks again.. "Please, Master, slap me...". I need a reason. I remember - I said there were two things I would punish her for later. So I slap her, just once.. and explain what that was for. She whimpers.. it wasn't a play-slap, it stung. I slap her again, harder, then explain what that one was for. Her eyes plead, and she asks me not to stop. But I can't remember anything worth responding to with another slap.. But looking down at her, her submission, her acceptance, is so beautiful.. it moves me deeply. So I slap her again, her breasts this time. Two, three, four stinging slaps.. Then I grab her wrists and hold her down, and whisper in her ear.
"Listen, girl.. " I whisper.. "I know there have been a lot of little things I've said we'd talk about later, and have never come back to. There are other things you might have done that I never mentioned. For those, and anything else, you are forgiven. The slate is clean, nothing before this moment need worry you. All is forgiven." It feels perfect.. her submission, my forgiveness, the balance complete.
Then, I fuck her. To be honest I don't remember it clearly. We were drunk. I remember focussing into that tantric space just to stay in control, to draw it out, make it last, linger. Theres a blur of orgasms.. hers, mine, hers, hers, mine, hers, mine, mine, hers.. who knows. Just a stream of pleasure.. But I do remember the last one. I remember the blue fire burning up from the base of my spine, washing through me, blowing away the alcohol haze, and leaving me awake, alert and sober. I remember heat, and sudden awakening, my eyes opened, aware again. In my new focus, I paused, and she said.. "Please, enough.. I don't need any more.. I don't think I can take any more".
I slid off her, and smiled. I often push her beyond what she thinks she can take.. If I hadn't just found my focus, I probably would have stopped. But I wanted to give her more. Five more, to be precise.
I slid one finger into her, and fucked her with it hard. She came hard, that warm rush of heat over my hand that I so love. I slid two fingers into her, and hooked them up into her G-spot. She came again.. and once more begged me to stop.. But she's a squirming, begging, moaning slut, and I love her like this.. I knew she can take more, so I ignored her and pushed a third finger into her, spreading them apart in her, wriggling them, drumming inside her.. She came again.. and told me she couldn't take any more. "Yes, you can", I said.. and slid a fourth finger into her, fucking her hard with tightly compressed fingers.. She came again.. "I really can't take any more", she said. "You can take one more", I said.. She thought I meant orgasm. I did, but I also meant finger.
I tucked my thumb inside, and my hand slid into her easily. I've never had it fully inside her before, but now, it's just there. Her mood shifts. Suddenly, she's in a beautiful, soft, quiet calm space.. and my hand is fully inside her. She's so relaxed and calm, it's incredible just to look at her. For a long time, I don't even move, I just watch her. I watch until there is a little stir in her eyes, then I say "Reach down your hand.. Count how many fingers aren't inside you.". She reaches. She doesn't find any. Her fingers run round my wrist. Her mouth says, "Fuck.. are you really...?", but she's still calm. It's so peaceful, and easy.
She takes a slow breath, then says.. "fuck me like that". I hesitate a moment.. then realise how easy it will be. My hand moves in her, and her peacefulness shatters.. She moans, gasps, howls.. No pain, just lust, want, need... Moments later, she cums again, and I let her body push my hand out.
I pull her into my arms, and she sobs, tears running down her face. She tries to find words, but fails. I hold her in silence for a long, long time, until she lifts her head and tries to talk to me. She struggles for words still. I say, "Sleep".. and she does.
She looks back up at me. "Slap me", she says.. "Please slap me, Master. Hurt me". This isn't usual. She's done this once before, only, when she wanted to be punished, to let something go and forget, but this time, she just wants it. I can't do that. I can't slap her for no reason.
She asks again.. "Please, Master, slap me...". I need a reason. I remember - I said there were two things I would punish her for later. So I slap her, just once.. and explain what that was for. She whimpers.. it wasn't a play-slap, it stung. I slap her again, harder, then explain what that one was for. Her eyes plead, and she asks me not to stop. But I can't remember anything worth responding to with another slap.. But looking down at her, her submission, her acceptance, is so beautiful.. it moves me deeply. So I slap her again, her breasts this time. Two, three, four stinging slaps.. Then I grab her wrists and hold her down, and whisper in her ear.
"Listen, girl.. " I whisper.. "I know there have been a lot of little things I've said we'd talk about later, and have never come back to. There are other things you might have done that I never mentioned. For those, and anything else, you are forgiven. The slate is clean, nothing before this moment need worry you. All is forgiven." It feels perfect.. her submission, my forgiveness, the balance complete.
Then, I fuck her. To be honest I don't remember it clearly. We were drunk. I remember focussing into that tantric space just to stay in control, to draw it out, make it last, linger. Theres a blur of orgasms.. hers, mine, hers, hers, mine, hers, mine, mine, hers.. who knows. Just a stream of pleasure.. But I do remember the last one. I remember the blue fire burning up from the base of my spine, washing through me, blowing away the alcohol haze, and leaving me awake, alert and sober. I remember heat, and sudden awakening, my eyes opened, aware again. In my new focus, I paused, and she said.. "Please, enough.. I don't need any more.. I don't think I can take any more".
I slid off her, and smiled. I often push her beyond what she thinks she can take.. If I hadn't just found my focus, I probably would have stopped. But I wanted to give her more. Five more, to be precise.
I slid one finger into her, and fucked her with it hard. She came hard, that warm rush of heat over my hand that I so love. I slid two fingers into her, and hooked them up into her G-spot. She came again.. and once more begged me to stop.. But she's a squirming, begging, moaning slut, and I love her like this.. I knew she can take more, so I ignored her and pushed a third finger into her, spreading them apart in her, wriggling them, drumming inside her.. She came again.. and told me she couldn't take any more. "Yes, you can", I said.. and slid a fourth finger into her, fucking her hard with tightly compressed fingers.. She came again.. "I really can't take any more", she said. "You can take one more", I said.. She thought I meant orgasm. I did, but I also meant finger.
I tucked my thumb inside, and my hand slid into her easily. I've never had it fully inside her before, but now, it's just there. Her mood shifts. Suddenly, she's in a beautiful, soft, quiet calm space.. and my hand is fully inside her. She's so relaxed and calm, it's incredible just to look at her. For a long time, I don't even move, I just watch her. I watch until there is a little stir in her eyes, then I say "Reach down your hand.. Count how many fingers aren't inside you.". She reaches. She doesn't find any. Her fingers run round my wrist. Her mouth says, "Fuck.. are you really...?", but she's still calm. It's so peaceful, and easy.
She takes a slow breath, then says.. "fuck me like that". I hesitate a moment.. then realise how easy it will be. My hand moves in her, and her peacefulness shatters.. She moans, gasps, howls.. No pain, just lust, want, need... Moments later, she cums again, and I let her body push my hand out.
I pull her into my arms, and she sobs, tears running down her face. She tries to find words, but fails. I hold her in silence for a long, long time, until she lifts her head and tries to talk to me. She struggles for words still. I say, "Sleep".. and she does.