Challenge - Sex Stories

Challenge

... the battery on the vibrator is dying. You are crying, not sure if it's from pleasure or pain. &#034Mercy,&#034 you croak. Your legs and hips tired and getting sore, your pussy spamming, either rejecting anymore contact or begging to never be left empty. I put the vibrator to the side and climb between your legs, supporting myself on my elbows, I cradle your face in my hands. Kissing you gently, I kiss your mouth, cheeks, and nose. &#034No more,&#034 you whisper. Tears running down your face, &#034I'll be good, I promise.&#034 &#034I know you will, kitten. But I want more. One more orgasm? Can you do that for Me?&#034 You shake your head... your nod your head... a fresh tear falls from your eye and you whisper, &#034Yes, Sir.&#034 I smile and start kissing my way down your body. I stop and pay plenty of attention to your breasts and nipples. I kiss my way down your belly and start to lick your well used pussy. Normally I love your taste, but I'm not interested is sucking up my own come. Knowing you're sensitive, I start with wide long tongue strokes. Going from just above your asshole to the top of your labia. I leave my tongue wide and soft so I don't put too much pressure on your clit. You feel pretty well worn out, but the softer treatment of my tongue finds a few embers to stir and slowly you build to a small ...

... orgasm. It's all you have left and you shudder. I look up between your legs and smile at you. You give a weak smile and let your head fall back. As I untie your legs and let them down you realize how sore they are. You stretch them out and groan as muscles ache at refreshed movement. As I release your arms you also realize how drained you feel. Not only emotionally, but physically. Literally. The sheets under your ass and legs are soaked from both your wet pussy and squirting orgasms. I make sure you're OK and leave you to lay in your puddle. You revel in the feeling of laying in your juices, remembering all it took for you to produce your puddle. I come back with a cool wet washcloth. I gently wipe you down, being very gentle to not irritate your now tender pussy and clit. You still shudder slightly as the cool smooth washcloth brushes your sensitive skin. I roll you over onto dry sheets and wipe down your back. Then I help you out of bed and carry you out to the couch. I sit us down with you in my lap and pull a blanket over us. &#034I hope that taught you a lesson about coming without permission,&#034 I say. You think about how sore you are and how sore your pussy is going to be for the next day or two. &#034Yes, Sir, I promise to never come without permission again!&#034 you say, just like you have every time before.