The Party Gift - Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 5

... Deanna was soon rocking in rhythm with my colossal pelvic thrusts as her deep and howling orgasmic moans were bouncing off the walls and ceiling. I worked myself up into a fierce frenzy of thrusting and pounding while droves of sweat raced down the front of my body and dripped all over Deanna’s back and ass. Nearing utter exhaustion and fearing that Deanna might climax too soon, I quickly undid the blindfold and pulled out of her. “Get on your back,” I panted. “I want to look in your eyes while I fuck you!” “Yes Mistress,” Deanna replied breathlessly. Complying immediately, she then spread her legs wide and arched her back up slightly to allow me optimal access. Guiding the head of the cock to her seething opening, I momentarily teased it before plunging back deep inside her again. Howling and roaring like a wild beast, I continued to vigorously pound and stab away until Deanna's body was writhing and bucking to the point of throwing me off. I held tight to the sheets as Deanna’s body was ravaged by another tsunamic orgasm! Screaming in wails of passion, release and some agony; all the while digging her fingernails deep into the skin of my sweaty back, Deanna’s seething body finally collapsed in a literal puddle of sweat and sex underneath me and began trembling. Equally, if not more exhausted, I pulled the strap-on out of Deanna, wrestled the harness off me and tossed the whole contraption on to the floor and then let my own seething and steaming body collapse on top of ...

... her. Deanna engulfed me in a loving and desperate embrace, throwing her arms around me and we lay in a pile of post-orgasmic mush; our naked bodies sticky and saturated with sweat, sex and saliva. Running her fingers through my now soggy hair as my head rested on her shoulder, Deanna took a deep, cleansing breath even despite the weight of my body on top of her. “That was so wonderful sweetheart,” she mused. “Your girl loves you so much Mistress,” I murmured. “Mmm, my sweet little Mandy Candi,” Deanna continued. “That’s the name that Mistress Dee-Dee is giving her girl. Mandy Candi” “Thank you Mistress Dee-Dee,” I told her. “Your girl loves her name very much.” “Good! Now come along my pet, it’s time for your bath,” Deanna said. “Yes Mistress,” I replied softly. “And after she washes you, Mistress Dee-Dee will feed you,” Deanna told me. “Yes Mistress.” Deanna tenderly gathered me up in her arms and carried me into the bathroom where we sank into another bubble bath and she tended to my body so affectionately; washing and worshipping me. Afterward, Deanna took me to the kitchen and fed me those delicious tamales and enchiladas. Wednesday passed into Thursday; Thursday passed into Friday; Friday passed into Saturday. And as the world went about its business, so Deanna and I went about ours; in our own perfect little world. We laughed, we loved, we lusted, we cuddled, we snuggled, we savored, we played, we pleasured, we explored and we experimented. And by that I mean that Deanna ...