Whether it’s her finger in my ass while she gives me one of her fantastically intense blowjobs, or her strap-on shoved inside of me as she makes me her bitch, I just love it when she gets to work on my ass. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, she goes all out. I just can’t get enough of it; I love every aspect of the act.
The role reversal, where she takes control and I’m the one that spreads my legs and she fills me up instead, is a wonderful treat. The feeling of being deeply fucked by a vibrator or even a finger, that jolt of pleasure that’s so strong it’s almost painful when she strokes my prostate, offers a unique satisfaction for any man open minded enough to experience it. The pressure surging up from deep inside of me, like her finger is reaching all the way through my ass and up into my cock, feeling like she’s going to push the come right out of me. The intimacy, letting her penetrate me, being vulnerable to her, doing something taboo and being united in our mutual enjoyment of it. It’s an extraordinarily sexy thing.
My wife, we’ll call her Shannon, was going back home for a couple weeks for a big family reunion. Shannon had always been close to her family, but with both of us busy getting careers off the ground and adjusting to married life after a long engagement, she felt she’d been gone too long. I wasn’t making the trip, work being what it is and all, though I wasn’t too upset about missing the whole thing. Someone’s got to stay behind and guard the castle, right?
Of course, my not going along on the trip meant a bit of a dry spell for the both of us, something I wasn’t too happy about. So many people complain about how marriage and careers ruin a couple’s sex lives, but Shannon and I have always maintained a pretty active and intense sex life. Maybe it comes from our still being in our mid twenties, maybe it’s our willingness to always try new things, or hey, maybe it’s even that whole being in love thing. In any case, the flip side of that coin is that making love several times a week makes two weeks without sex feel even more like an eternity than it already does. Going to bed Friday night, her leaving the next night, I obviously expected to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon in bed, making up for the two weeks to come. I didn’t know Shannon had plans of a more intense nature in mind.
I woke up first, about 11:00 that morning. I rolled out of bed to take a leak, and coming back to the bedroom, saw Shannon still asleep, lying on her stomach, blanket pulled just below her beautiful bare ass from my getting out of bed. The summer sun was trying to peek at her through the blinds, casting broken shafts of light almost randomly across the bedspread. I stood in the doorway, staring for a moment at the curves of her back running down to her butt.
It’s hard to explain, but I’ve always found the contours of a woman’s backside to be one of the sexiest things about a woman, and my wife was no exception. The long smooth slope down her spine, starting from that long dark brown hair, reaching down to the small of her back, and then rising back up over the sexy curve of that perfectly grabbable ass — the image had an immediate effect on me. I took a sip of the water on the bedside stand and slipped back into bed, spooning up against her backside, my arm squeezing her tight to me, and my growing hardon placed quite stealthily against her ass. I felt her lean back against me, her left hand reaching back to settle on my hip, a low moan coming from her lips.
“I wonder what you want?” she quietly asked. She leaned back further against me, turning her smiling face to give me a quick peck on the lips.
“Gee, I wonder,” I replied sarcastically. “Maybe we could start with a good kiss,” I said, pulling her a little closer and placing my lips back on hers. We kissed slowly, her hand still on my hip, my left hand slowly travelling up from her thigh to lightly tickle the inside of her hip, before continuing up to firmly grab her left breast. I felt her lips form into a smile beneath mine for a moment, and then she rolled against me onto her back, pulling her head off the pillow to kiss me back harder as I slid my right arm under her neck to support her head.
“You’re right, that is a good way to start the morning,” she said softly against my lips. She reached up and grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling my lips against hers, as her tongue reached out to find mine. I let my hand drop from her breast to reach back down to her hip, slowly stroking back and forth between her hips, my fingers stroking along her neatly trimmed pubic mound, occasionally running down the inside of her thigh, before finally reaching back to grab her ass and pull her close against me.
I bent my head down and grabbed her hair in my hand pulling back firmly and felt a quiet gasp come from her lips against my shoulder. I slowly began to kiss along the side of her neck, following the edge of her hair up to her jaw and then to her ear; giving it a little nibble before continuing back down her neck, I could feel her breathing catch for a moment, becoming a little heavier. This continued for a couple minutes, until I felt the fingers of her free hand slowly trail down my chest, the bottom of my tummy ticklish to her touch, before her fingers wrapped tightly around my hard cock. I tried to do likewise, letting go of her ass to try to reach between her legs, but she quickly clamped her legs together, denying my questing fingers access to that part of her. I felt her head turn, her mouth moving from my shoulder to my ear. She bit my earlobe briefly before giving my cock another squeeze, stronger this time, and I felt her hot breath against my neck and ear, sending goosebumps along my skin, as she gently whispered, “I’ve got plans for you, baby”.
With that, she quickly let go of my cock and pushed her hand against my chest, rolling me onto my back and back onto my side of the bed. She sat up in bed and rolled forward onto her hands and knees, leaning forward over my lower body. Quite happy to let her take control, I pulled a pillow under my head and laid back to let her do what she wanted. She crawled forward on all fours, settling with her left arm around my torso, and pulled my legs apart, reaching forward with her right hand to stroke the insides of my thighs as I felt her hot breath against my cock. She was still on her knees near my right arm, that ass sitting up in the air, and her visibly moist pussy lips peeking back between her legs. As she began to kiss my cock, her fingers stroking my perineum and my balls, I reached out and ran my hand up the inside of her leg, pressing my knuckles against her wet pussy. I heard her groan softly and her fingers paused for a moment before she spoke.
“You’d better not do that, if you want to enjoy this,” she calmly said without looking back at me. Curious and interested in what game she was playing, I smiled to myself, dropping my hand back to the bed, but still leaving it between her legs. I felt her lips begin sliding against the side of my shaft, up and down, as she cupped my balls in her hand and began to roll them in her fingers. Her left hand reached over my hip, her weight on her elbow, and I felt her point my cock up, away from my body, and finally I felt her hot mouth wrap around my head.
Shannon began slowly sliding her mouth up and down my cock, going a little farther down each time, as her fingers continued to stroke my balls. I tried to push the entirety of my cock in her mouth, as she slowly bobbed up and down on it, but every time my hips rose to meet her mouth she pulled back, denying me that feeling of having the full length of my cock shoved tightly into her mouth. I felt her fingers leave my balls, stroking down the inside of my thigh, before softly tracing down the crack of my ass. I pulled one knee up further, giving her easier access if she continued down that route, and making clear my interest in her doing so.
Her fingers continued their teasing path, as I felt her mouth slide off my cock with a wet slurp. Her left hand, previously holding my cock upright, squeezed tighter around me, slowly travelling up to the head of my cock, aided by the generous lubrication provided by her oral attentions. Her hand slid excruciatingly slowly up and down my cock, maintaining a delightfully tight grip all the way. At the same time, I felt the fingers of her other hand move deeper, from tracing the edges of my crack to running her fingers lightly across my asshole. I groaned aloud, enjoying the slow buildup to a fantastic blowjob, and squeezed the inside of her thigh, before running my fingers up her leg, drawing a line from her clit, along her wet lips, up to her asshole, and back again. Suddenly, she pushed off of my cock, and stretched across me, opening the drawer of the bedside stand.
“I warned you once. If you can’t behave on your own, then I guess I’ll just have to make you behave,” Shannon said irritably. She straddled my torso, and I could feel the hot wet warmth of her pussy against my stomach. She grabbed my left arm with both hands, holding it down to the bed, and I suddenly felt one of the soft lengths of rope we kept in her our toybox around my wrist. In short order, she had the other end of the rope tied to the headboard above me. Leaning over to do the same to my right, her breasts swung in front of my face. I happily let her continue incapacitating my other arm, smiling as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, carefully rolling it between my teeth, feeling it rise to hardness between my lips before she sat back up, taking it from me.
“Now, are you going to behave for me?” she asked, looking down at me, helpless to resist her.
“Anything you want,” I obediently replied. She quickly took one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and gave a hard squeeze, enough that I arched my back in a combination of pain and surprise.
“Anything you want, what?” she demanded. I knew how this game worked.
“Anything you want, Mistress Shannon,” I said. “Anything at all.”
“We’ll see if you mean that. I told you I had special plans for you, and I meant it. Before we start with those plans, I think maybe you should pay for interrupting your mistress’ work.” With that, she pushed herself up from where she’d been sitting on my torso, reaching up with both hands to grab the headboard to which my wrists were bound. Looking down, I could see where the “happy trail” of hair running down my stomach from my chest was matted down, wet from her arousal. She placed her feet to either side of my head, and then carefully sat back down high on my chest. My attention was completely focused on her pussy, sitting inches from my face. I felt her hand on my cheek. I looked up into her eyes, focused intensely on my own. I quietly asked, “Mistress, may I please touch your pussy with my tongue?” She gently slapped my cheek with her hand. “No, slave, you may not touch my pussy. This teasing is your punishment for forcing me to tie you up. I want you to watch it, watch me play with it so close to your face, but you may not touch it unless I tell you to touch it. You understand?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress, as you wish. If there is any way I can please you Mistress, please, instruct me,” I replied.
My mistress’ eyes narrowed. “Right now, slave, you can shut up and watch your Mistress touch her hot pussy. Watch your Mistress come without you.” She laid back down on my body, her ass sitting on my chest, her feet still on each side of my head, and my eyes were riveted on her pussy, just inches from my face. She reached down with her right hand and set her index and middle fingers to work on her clit, slowly rubbing in a circular pattern. It was a very hot sight, but I think I was actually even more excited by the smell of her arousal, so close to my face, but still out of reach.
Her free hand slowly began to wander around her body as she continued rubbing her clit. She first squeezed one breast, then the other, deliberately trailing her fingers along her skin as she did. She quickly reached down to where her other hand was already hard at work, quickly pushing two fingers in between her lips, not enough to penetrate, but enough to get them very wet.
Her hand returned to her breasts, and I watched intently as she pinched and caressed her nipples with her self-lubricated fingers. Even from my vantage point down below, I could see her nipples rapidly harden as she did this. Her hand continued up, just out of my sight, towards her head hanging back against my thighs. The pace of the hand on her clit increased, and I could begin to hear wet noises coming from her pussy as her masturbation picked up. I quickly realized what she was doing with that hand as I heard a wet slurping sound coming from the area of her head.
After cleaning her fingers, Shannon reached back down to her soaking wet pussy, holding her lips open to one side. Combined with the hand on her clit, I had a view of the soft pink folds inside, closing and opening as she moved. She continued on like that for several minutes, before suddenly rolling off of my chest. She again reached into the bedstand drawer, and this time a small pink buttplug and a squeeze tube of lubricant appeared in her hand. She turned and looked at me, as if judging my worthiness to be in her presence.
My mistress then spoke, her voice full of lust, “You’ve been a good slave, so far. If you promise to continue behaving, I’ll give you a little treat. Do you think you could do that, my slave boy?”
“I promise to behave, Mistress. I’ll do anything you ask,” I eagerly promised. My mistress flashed a smile, not a happy or contented smile, but one that suggested some sort of mischief.
“That’s what I thought. Hold this for me,” she ordered. I saw a flash of pink, and suddenly she was pushing the base of the buttplug into my mouth. Being the good little slave, I took it in my mouth and held it patiently with my teeth. She popped the top off the lube, squeezing some onto her fingers, and then set the lube aside, stalking back towards me on all fours. Her hand reached back behind her, out of my sight, to prepare her asshole for the plug. As she did that, she leaned towards me and turned her head, as if to kiss me, but instead the butt plug in my mouth began to slide between her lips, until its short length was completely in her mouth and her lips touched mine. Our faces so close to together, I had a fantastic view as she briefly blew the buttplug, bobbing her head up and down it, licking up and down its length, getting it ready for her ass. She took the whole thing in her mouth once more, staring straight into my eyes, and winked at me, before pulling off of it completely.
I once again found both of my mistress’ feet on either side of my head, her hands holding onto the headboard. This time, instead of sitting down onto my chest, she began to squat down over my face, until her ass made contact with the buttplug standing proudly out of my mouth. A hand slipped down between her legs, grabbing me by the chin, pointing my face and the buttplug up to place the tip against her asshole. The descent began again, and I had an unbeatable view, watching her asshole easily open for the tip of the buttplug, just inches from my eyes. She continued to sink down, her asshole expanding before my eyes as the plug widened.
Sadly, my view was quickly lost, as she finished sitting down on the plug, placing my lips stretched around the base against her asshole. In exchange I now had my nose nestled in her pussy lips, lewdly parted and engorged as a result of her arousal and earlier attentions, with her clit sitting less than two inches from my eyes. She soon began to rock slightly back and forth, fucking herself gently on the buttplug in my mouth. Her lips slid up and down on my nose, coating my face in her juice, and her free hand began vigorously rubbing her clit in the circular pattern she loved so much. As she did this, I could feel her asshole against my lips, clenching the buttplug over and over, as the sparks of a slowly building orgasm spread through her body.
Countless times I’ve eaten her pussy or rimmed that ass, but I’d never seen it quite like this before. It was like some kind of sensory overload: Her hand was a blur on her clit, literally two inches from my eyes. I could hear breathing becoming more and more ragged, as her rocking on my face grew more frantic. My nose was filled with the musky smell of her sex as it rubbed forward and back along my face and nose. My face was covered with the wetness of her pussy. And perhaps most of all, I was outrageously turned on by the feeling of that tight asshole sitting against my lips, feeling her ring squeeze down over and over again against my lips.
I heard her breathing suddenly stop, the hand on her clit still moving, the rest of her body still as death for just a moment as she arrived at her orgasm. She suddenly dropped her weight down and forward on my face, trying to force the plug deeper into her ass and increase the pressure of my nose and face against her pussy, as her thighs violently shuddered, clenching tight together. In the midst of her trying to fuck my face through her orgasm and her thighs squeezing tight on my cheeks, I could hear her the sound of her voice as she came, growing from a long high “Oooh” into a sort of primal scream as her release coursed through her body. After several seconds of shaking and trembling through her orgasm, she slowly sunk back down onto my chest, the buttplug pulling away from my mouth, before rolling off my body and lying limp across the bed, panting heavily.
She remained still for several minutes, her breath gradually coming back to normal, her legs occasionally twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. A hand blindly reached back behind her, searching for her husband’s body alongside hers, finding me and finally settling on my stomach. Slowly, she came back to Earth. With a deep breath, she finally pushed herself upright, sitting up next to me on the bed. She made a face, leaned back over to the side, and reached beneath her, pulling out the buttplug and tossing it back onto the bedside stand. Her eyes closed for a moment, as she tried to collect herself after what had just happened.
“Mistress,” I cautiously started, “that was amazing. Are you alright?”
Her eyes remained closed, as she answered, “I’ll be ok, that was just so… intense.” Her eyes finally opened, wandering aimlessly around the room before finally focusing back on me. My wife leaned forward, and kissed my cheek. Her face hesitated alongside mine for a moment, and then she softly whispered, “Thank you.” She kissed my cheek once more, and sat back up. Her eyes were hard now, and she almost seemed to be glaring at me.
“Slave, did I give you permission to let go of the buttplug?” my mistress suddenly demanded.
“I only let it go to keep you from getting hurt as you fell off of me, Mistress!” I responded. “Please Mistress, I only did it to keep your orgasm from being ruined. You know I would never intentionally displease my Mistress.” My mistress stared at me for a moment, considering my words. Suddenly her hand flashed towards my face to slap me. My wrists still tied to the headboard right above my head, all I could do was flinch away, my eyes closed and my jaw clenched. Her palm stung against my cheek, sending a burning, tingling feeling across the side of my face.
“You’ve made your Mistress very upset, slave!” she started screaming at me. “I didn’t tell you to let go of it, did I? Maybe I wanted you to keep it in your mouth, so I didn’t have to hear you make excuses! Maybe I wanted you to be a good, obedient little bitch! But even if you can’t be obedient, I can still make you my little bitch!”
She rolled her legs off the bed, and sat forward, digging through the open drawer of the bedstand again. This time, I saw leather in her hand, and a flash of flesh colored latex, and I knew what she was planning. She stood up from the bed, unfolding the leather, allowing a large dildo to flop outwards, attached to the leather. She bent down and stepped her feet into the strap-on, pulling it up to her hips. Her “dick” stood out from her crotch, maintaining its constant attention, obscenely waving back and forth as she adjusted the harness of the strap-on to fit properly. Now properly equipped for the job she planned, she looked down at me, prone and vulnerable on the bed, my hands above my head. She flashedthe same mischievous grin she showed me earlier. My mistress climbed back onto the bed, again grabbing the headboard, placing her feet to either side of my head. Only this time, instead of her pussy slowly coming down before my face, it was her rubber dick approaching my face, and I knew where this was going.
“Be a good little slut and open your mouth for your mistress,” she cooed. Obedient slave that I try to be, I opened my mouth. One hand dropped from the top of the headboard, reaching down and taking hold of the base of her cock. She pointed it directly at my willing mouth, and pushed her hips forward, until her dick touched my lips. “My little bitch loves sucking dick, doesn’t he?” she asked, as she softly slapped my chin, lips, and cheeks with her dick.
“Yes Mistress, I love sucking your dick,” I nodded. With that, she pushed her hips forward again, forcing it into my mouth. She continued to push it, filling my mouth with her cock. I tried to be a good slut and start bobbing my head up and down on the dick in my mouth, but clearly my Mistress wanted complete control. Using the hand hanging onto the top of the headboard for leverage, she grabbed my face and began to slowly hump my mouth, fucking her dick slowly in and out of my mouth.
“Yeah, suck that cock, slave,” she growled at me. “Tell me how much you love sucking that dick!” With my mouth full of her dick, all I could manage was some very satisfied sounding muffled grunting. With this encouragement, my mistress increased the pace, trying to fuck my face even harder. Unfortunately, I couldn’t handle her dick as it was ramming into the back of my mouth, trying to force its way down my throat. I erupted into a fit of coughing, stifled by the dick in my mouth. My mistress slowly slid back, pulling the strap-on from my mouth. As I tried to recover, I felt the rubber dick slide down my lips, across my chin, and she again slapped me with it, wet with my own saliva this time, stinging slightly. My mistress stood up over me, and I could see ropes of my own saliva hanging from her dick, as my wife had left on my own cock so many times before.
“Awww, was that too much dick for you, baby?” she sneered. “If you can’t handle all this dick in your mouth, then maybe we should see how much you handle in your ass. Turn over! Get that ass up in the air for your mistress!”
Tied as I was, it was somewhat awkward to do, but I quickly moved to comply with my mistress’ orders. As I rolled over, the ropes on my wrists criss-crossed, pulling my hands closer to the headboard, leaving me with almost no room at all with which to move them. I pulled my knees up under me, pushing my ass for my mistress to do with as she wished. I felt her move behind me, and I tucked my chin to my chest to watch her upside down through my own legs. I heard the top pop off the lube again, and flinched involuntarily as I felt the cold lube on my asshole.
Her fingers began to slowly massage around my asshole, relaxing it for what was to come. I felt a slick hand slip between us, and suddenly her fingers were wrapped around my balls again, squeezing firmly, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who was in charge here. The hand slipped down further, taking hold of my cock, and she slowly began to stroke it up and down. Suddenly, she let go and pushed herself back from my waiting ass. She flopped down onto her back, and pushed herself up forward, underneath my hanging cock.
I felt her hands reach up and grab my asscheeks, squeezing them, spreading them. She took my cock just inside her mouth, and I felt her fingernails slowly scratch from my asscheeks down the backs of my legs. One hand then reached for my cock, and began slowly stroking the bottom of it, as she kept just the head of it in her mouth. The other hand reached up for my ass, and I again felt her slippery fingers rubbing a slow circle on my asshole. One finger easily pushed inside, and she began to draw it in and out, lubing the inside of my ass. I felt the finger withdraw entirely, and then there were two fingers pushing against my asshole. I groaned softly as they entered me, enjoying the wider, deeper penetration of multiple fingers. Her fingers fucked me deeply, in and out, twisting within my ass, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt the fingers in my ass push down a little bit, and then she began to push slowly but forcefully forward, pushing against my prostate. As she did this, I began to really fill that fullness, as if my entire ass were filled with her fingers, feeling the pressure pushing down from the spot her fingers were firmly rubbing down into my balls and shooting up the length of my cock. As she continued to stimulate my prostate, I felt her mouth leave my cock, though her hand continued to slide up and down its length.
“You like that, you little butt slut?” my mistress asked.
“Yes Mistress,” I responded.
“Tell me what you like, I want to hear you say it!” she commanded. The hand stroking my cock moved up and grabbed my balls tightly, her threat made clear.
“Mistress, I love the way you touch my ass. Your fingers fucking my ass feel so good, you know just how to touch me. I love feeling you fill my ass and hit my prostate, Mistress. I love being your obedient little butt slut.” Her fingers continued their work in my ass, and my breathing was growing more ragged.
“Very good, slave. Now are you ready for me to fuck your ass with this big dick?”
“Yes Mistress, please fuck my ass. I want to feel you take me from behind, please fill my ass with your dick, Mistress!” I begged. I felt her fingers slide slowly out of my ass, leaving an empty feeling as I ached to be filled again. She got up behind me on her knees, and I felt the rubber dick against my asshole. I took a deep breath, and relaxed myself. I felt my mistress slowly begin to push the head of the dick against me, and the head of it slowly popped into my asshole. I felt her hands grab my cheeks, holding my ass wide open for her, and I delighted in the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable to my mistress. She pushed her hips forward, and the full length of the strap-on sunk into my ass, eliciting a loud moan from me.
My mistress continued to hold my ass cheeks apart, reveling in sight of her dick reaching deeply in and out of my ass. As she fucked me, I could see my dick swaying beneath me, swollen with excitement from the morning’s cumulative activities. I longed so much to be able to reach back and touch it myself, to give myself the orgasm I so badly needed, but with my hands tied to the headboard, the only person who could give me what I needed was my mistress. I felt one of her hands leave my ass, and I suddenly gasped as the strap-on jumped to life inside of me. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw the remote in her hand, the cord running down to the strap-on that had begun vibrating in my ass.
“Ooooh, my slave likes that, doesn’t he?” she cooed, turning the dial up all the way. My response was to push my head back down into the pillow, and I began to groan loudly as I tried to push my ass back onto her dick, helping her fuck me deeply. I could feel the vibrations from the strap-on throughout my entire groin, as if they were reverberating up and down my cock. The sensations were incredible, and all I wanted to do was reach down and touch my cock. The way we were going, it might only take a mere touch to set off my orgasm, if even that. I tried to lower my ass, to point her dick downwards to directly hit my prostate with every stroke, hoping to reach my orgasm through anal contact only, when I suddenly felt a stinging explosion across my ass, the loud sound of skin on skin filling the room as my mistress spanked me. Even as I yelped in surprise, her hand came down on my ass again.
“I’m going to fuck you deep, slut. I want you to feel like the bitch that you are, my bitch!” she screamed, slowing her pace until just the head of her dick remained in my ass. I tried to rock my ass back on to her cock, to fill myself back up, but I couldn’t push myself any further back. I pulled my head up out of the pillow, and turned over my shoulder, to see my mistress at her sexiest. Her hair was rumpled with sex, but still framed her face beautifully. Her large pink nipples were standing at full attention, her arousal apparent in the red flushing along the top of her chest. I could see her breasts heaving rapidly to match her heavy breathing.
I began to beg, “Please Mistress, don’t stop, keeping fucking me, fuck my ass. I need to feel your dick inside of me, all the way inside of me, Mistress.”
My mistress gave me a thin smile, and I felt her hands move up onto my hips, taking a firm hold of them. She quickly slammed her own hips forward, and the entire length of the strap-on pounded into my ass. She kept her hold on my hips, and used them to start violently fucking me, deep as she could. Each stroke was so deep, it almost hurt, but it felt incredible at the same time. The way she was taking control, fucking me deeply, I really was her little butt slut, and I was loving every moment of it.
“Oh Mistress, I love being your butt slut! It just feels so good when you fuck me up the ass!” I moaned.
“Is my slave ready to come for his mistress?” she grunted, as she continued her hip pounding assault on my ass.
“Yes, Mistress, I want to come for you! Please, just stroke my cock Mistress, please let me come, please Mistress!” I screamed. I felt her stop fucking me, and she slowly pulled out of my ass. “Please Mistress, don’t stop fucking me, I need your dick inside of me Mistress!”
“Get on your back again, slut. I want to watch you shoot for me, I want to watch you come,” she commanded. I immediately flipped back onto my back, untwisting the ropes on my wrists, hoping to have her cock back inside me quickly so that I could come. “Get your knees up, bitch. I want complete access to you.” I quickly obeyed my mistress’ command.
I felt the vibrating dick at my asshole again, but this time it slipped quite easily inside of my loosened asshole. My mistress pushed it deep into me again, and then stopped. She grabbed my legs and set them over her shoulders, holding my legs up, allowing her to lean forward and fuck me deeply, just the same as I had done to her so many times before. The whole scenario was excruciatingly hot. Controlling my legs as she was, she was able to angle my hips just right so that each stroke of her strap-on hit my prostate, such that I might actually come just from the fucking.
“Mistress, may I please come for you?” I frantically begged. She smiled, and wordlessly continued to pound my ass. Her response was clear, and I closed my eyes and tried to fight the growing feeling inside of me as I approached the cliff, even as she continued to fuck me. Suddenly, I felt her hand wrapped around my cock. “Please Mistress, if you stroke my cock, I’ll come for you!” I pleaded.
“Good, come for me, with my dick up your ass,” she said. She gripped my cock tightly, her hand still wet from lubrication, and she began to jerk me off with that tight grip. It couldn’t have been more than a couple strokes, when I finally got my release.
“I’m coming for you Mistress!” I grunted. I began coming, and it felt like she was physically pushing it clear out of my cock with her fucking my ass. With all this buildup, it was a big one. As she jerked my cock, thick ropes of come shot out, landing across my chest and stomach. I shuddered uncontrollably as my orgasm coursed through me, on a level of intensity I’m not sure I’d ever experienced before. This continued for several seconds, as she slowed the pace of both her fucking and her stroking. She slowly continued through the aftershock of my orgasm, before slowly pulling out of my ass. I felt strangely empty without her inside of me anymore.
I could barely move, I was so exhausted from the entire process. I didn’t even care to clean up the mess we’d made of my chest. I felt my mistress get up off the bed, and heard her undo the snaps on the leather harness of the strap-on. A few moments later, my beautiful, wonderful wife crawled back into bed with me, pressed tight against my side.