Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... him,Now. Take the taste you so badly crave. My waiting clit. Now.

And,ooooh, he gets that message. I have to firm up my stance, tense my hips and buttocks hard, to fight back the swoon of bliss. One hand returns to control of his head. The other slips inside my blouse and bra, kneading my ample tit, sharply tweaking my nipple.

Next, a moment of weakness. Feeling an intoxicated thrill of fondness for my pussy-slave, I let slip the most powerful secret I have to offer him: "Pet, if you can find the strength inside yourself to submit completely, you can find the strength in theexact same place," I say, panting, "to dominatefearlessly."

He grunts with an emergent understanding. Then, curling and stiffening his tongue into my G-spot with his upper lip pursed around my swollen clit, heunderstands.

"UHHHHH!"

I am about to go off. But before I do, I have the presence of mind to reach up to my earpiece and cut the audio feed into Tosh's head, I close my eyes, and ...

. . . .

... And suddenly, I am with my slave inside that silent, ecstatic void. Together, our senses collapse into just two: touch, and BLISS. As my juices flood out over him, I feel his pride, devotion and surrender flowing back in. All of his beautiful submission, and all of my ravenous power and control, compress into this intersection of slave-mouth and Domme-cunt. There, we are joined in a single nexus of disembodied rapture ...

. . . .

... And, feeling my hips quake and my pussy gushing ...

... into his face, my belly boils over and erupts in climax. "OHHHHHHHH--!"

The hand I hold on his head trembles, my knees buckle, my breathe heaves out and in, and my orgasm comes in waves. I let go of his head and grab both my breasts, kneading them excitedly, leaving his lips and tongue to do their work uncoerced. And they do,oh, they do ...

Riding his mouth, my pussy surfs the mounting waves of orgasm -- cresting, cresting again, and again, and again -- I can't tell if this cluster of belly spasms is a new orgasm, or the first, sustained -- hearing my own unabashed and continuous moaning start to quaver in my ears, ululating in time with my tremoring, shuddering buttocks and hips.

I push his face away.

"Huhhhh," I hear my hollowed-out groan. My hands fall, dropping numbly to my sides. It shocks me at first, realizing I can't ride his surfboard of bliss any farther, despite the multiple orgasms I think are still pulsing in my belly. But honestly I know, the intensity of the power exchanged between my Domme-cunt and his slave-mouth had become overwhelming to my senses.

All of them. That's right, like my own domination in reverse,I allowed his tongue to fill my whole world ... and conquer it. I think it's fair to say -- although I won't say it tohim -- Tosh's tonguedominated my cunt, andfearlessly.

In that sense, I admit defeat. Just not out loud.

In the afterglow of my sustained sensual implosion, I am panting so heavily, I probably couldn't speak coherently ...