Making Up for Roughing It

Making Up for Roughing It Making Up for Roughing It

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Make up sex; better than revenge sex, right?

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Make up sex; better than revenge sex, right?

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Submitted: July 27, 2016

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Submitted: July 27, 2016

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Making up for “Roughing it”

It was immediately obvious that my intentions had blown out of proportion once I got started with Jenna. The subsequent rebuttal was more like revenge, which I realized that I deserved. Rather than an apology, she requested a similar session in which I would still have control but would focus more on her pleasure than her pain or denial, and in which I would refrain from allowing myself any release, no matter how painful or frustrating it might be for me. To conserve any hope of a relationship in the future, I agreed.

The same setting, conditions and toys were available to me. The need for a blindfold was unnecessary, cuffs and ropes would be used without any discomfort for her, and I was to do with her as I pleased, provided that she was guaranteed multiple orgasms and that I was to withhold mine unless she allowed it.

“I like taking you to the edge and denying you over and over until you’re ready to explode, and sometimes I like that for myself,” she said as I tied her wrists to the headboard. “Someday I might decide to make you come more times than you ever thought possible,” she said with a grin as I tied her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.

So here I was, fed a challenge to use my imagination and whatever else necessary to drive her crazy with lust, then to satisfy her without arousing myself enough to suffer or get frustrated. Not going to be easy. Just seeing her naked and tied to the bed awoke my penis. I took off my clothes rather unceremoniously as she watched.

By the time I stepped out of my boxer shorts, she was grinning broadly. I was fully erect. I crawled up over her on my hands and knees and kissed her ears and neck over and over, then her cheeks, avoiding her lips. She turned her head several times, trying to catch my lips with hers but I avoided them as my finger lingered at the wet door of her entrance. She could feel the pressure of my finger, poised and ready to penetrate her at will.

By the time I did kiss her, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and moaned as I sucked on it. I slid a finger through her folds and then another, pressing deeply. Her hips arched against my hand and my fingers made wet noises testing her depth. I glued my mouth to hers until she tried to wrench away but I brought my hand from her pussy to her face and held her chin tightly.

She was breathing heavily through her nose and without losing lip contact with her I slid my two fingers, coated with her own wetness between our lips and into her mouth. She sucked greedily on them and I move my lips down to suck on a nipple. She tried to suck my fingers down her throat. I moved them back down between her legs, dipped them into her and then returned them to her gasping mouth.

She was panting heavily as I sucked her breast into my mouth. She hummed on my fingers, licking and sucking them. I treated her to another taste of her wetness, and then again. Her hips were beginning to writhe on the bed and I moved down to lie between her legs. She tried to arch her hips, to present me with her sex as she felt my breath on the insides of her thighs. I could spend the good part of an afternoon just kissing and licking the insides of her thighs. She once told me that I’m the most obsessed “leg man” she’s ever met. She doesn’t really get it; the reason for my obsession with her legs is their proximity to her pussy and ass.

The smell of her arousal was enough to begin the constant dripping of precum, but I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t stand the temptation and drove my face forcefully into her mound. She gasped, “Oh, God!” Using my extended tongue like a tiny cock, I rammed my face back and forth against her sex, wallowing in the sweet wetness with every stab. I slurped it, sucked it from her labia and licked across her clit.

She tried to thrust her hips against my face again and again and I let her think she could control my tongue’s path. She moved so that my tongue swiped around her clit several times and she closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip. Her thrust became more and more urgent and I allowed her to build up her own pleasure.

My two fingers returned to her slit and sunk in to the hilt. She sucked in her breath and whispered softly, “Yes….yes…”

I could tell when she was nearing her peak and I regained control just in time to deny her. I removed my fingers and pulled my face away from her pussy, licking my lips. She jerked her head up, staring at me with disbelieving eyes. “Ben! What the fuck?”

Quickly I got the vibrator, the nice big rubber one that looks like a huge black cock. I slipped it into her, a good six inches of it, and then turned it on, slow speed. She closed her eyes, flopped her head back onto the bed and groaned “Oh, shit!”

I captured her clit with my mouth again and gently sucked it, hood and all, into my mouth. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and I sucked harder. Then I flicked my tongue across her clit as fast as I could and turned the vibrator on “high”.  Her hands balled into fists and her body jerked on the bed as her orgasm rocked her body.

She wiggled against the vibrator and I kept licking her clit until she came again; “Jesus, Ben, It’s coming….oh, God, oh my God!” she whined, pleasure or pain? Either way, since she did not protest, I continued licking. I used my hands on her breasts, toying with her nipples. It took much longer, but she wailed when she came again, thrashing her head back and forth on the bed.

When her body finally went limp, I turned off the vibrator and slipped it into her mouth. I pumped it in out of her relaxed mouth and she accepted it without resistance nor enthusiasm. But she did suck it clean eventually. Then I climbed up to straddle her chest. I rubbed my erection across one breast and then the other, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh against my hard flesh.

When she recovered from her orgasm I moved closer to her face, rubbing my cock against her cheeks. She opened her mouth and tried to capture it, but I would not let her. Leaning back just out of reach of her mouth, I let her watch me masturbate. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and she licked her lips as though she thought I might come on her face or in her mouth.

And I would have, except that she had not told me that I could or should. So I let her watch as precum oozed, drop by drop and then I rubbed it on her cheek. When I was ready to explode, I moved down between her legs and eased my cock into her pussy. I sank it in but lowered my weight slowly against her until my pubic hair meshed with hers. I know she could feel the head pulsing inside her.

Her nipples were like cherry colored pebbles, small and hard. “Do it, Ben,” she said, “fill me with your seed.”

I leaned over her, balancing on my elbows, my face even with hers. I drove into her slowly and deeply, knowing that at this angle, I would hit her G-spot just as I always had. Her eyes locked onto mine and we exchanged breaths as I increased the pace. I reached a point when her breasts were almost against mine; she was breathing so hard. “I’m going to cum!” I announced, closing my eyes and making a grimacing face.

“Don’t stop! I’m cumming!” she yelled, straining her wrists against the restraints on them. I could feel her contractions, which would normally milk every drop from me in mere seconds. But I had resolve, and I did not come. I withdrew and climbed up next to her head and knelt closely. “Yes! Yes!” she gasped, “Fuck my mouth; cum in my mouth, Ben!”

I leaned over her and let my cock slip into her open mouth. I moved my hips so that I could fuck her mouth. I pumped vigorously until I reached the edge. And then I stopped, leaving it deep inside her mouth. “Mmpmh?” she moaned around my shaft. I relaxed and composed myself, enjoying the feel of her tongue under the pulsing head.

When I began moving in and out of her mouth again, she turned her head, to accept it further into her mouth. Yeah, I wanted to cum now, to see it bubble from the corners of her mouth, to hear her slurping it as I withdrew from her mouth, to watch her swallow it like it was a gift of white honey.

But I didn’t cum. I knew she allowed and encouraged me, and I knew she wanted me to come. But instead I climbed off the bed and untied the restraints on her ankles. She immediately put her feet on the bed, bending her legs, no doubt to be more comfortable. I took her ankles in my hands and pushed her legs together and rolled her back onto her shoulders.

I held her legs up in the air as she looked up between them at me. Her breasts rolled up on her chest towards her face and her pussy and ass were up in the air. Right in front of my face. So, yes, of course, being the oral bastard that I am, I availed myself of her cracks; both of them. I slowly pushed my face into her buttocks and ran my tongue up between them, then across her slit.

I did this over and over for about twenty times, and each time I slipped my tongue deeper into her slit until the path of my tongue went through her buttocks, dipping into her pussy and ending by swiping against her clit. She was beyond words at this point, just moaning and breathing heavily as she watched me tongue her body.  When I latched my lips over her clit and sucked on it, her eyes clenched and she gritted her teeth. I let it go and asked her, genuinely concerned, “Is it too sensitive?” To which she quickly replied, “Fuck no; suck me off, Ben!”

Which was my intention anyway, and so I complied, sucking slowly and gently, to postpone her orgasm for as long as she wanted. When she finally came again, gushing her wetness to the brim of her entrance, she actually cried. Softly, but she was crying.

I feared I had hurt her, so I asked, “Are you okay, sweetness?”

“Oh my God, I’ve never gotten that excited before; it was wonderful, Ben. It really turns me on to have my ass licked before I come.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you want me to fuck you some more?” I asked hopefully.

“I know you’re horny and you need to come, but I want to make you wait so I can control you like you did me. I have some ideas in mind,” she said. “And if I wait myself, I’ll enjoy it as well.”

“Whatever you want; this session was for you,” I said reluctantly.

I untied her wrists and we cuddled until she went to sleep. She was breathing softly and shallow by the time my erection subsided. Maybe next time.

 

(I hope this will make up for the cruel treatment I gave her in “Roughing it”. Comments one way or the other would be appreciated.)

 


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