Little by little, against all reason, my prick began to respond. ‘Can we play a game?’ she asked brightly. ‘Is a bear a Catholic?’ I replied. ‘What else have we … have you been doing all evening but playing games?’ She gave a stage pout but her hand continued to stroke me lightly. ‘Well I take this very seriously. But what I had in mind was a little fantasy; I think you’ll like it’ ‘What?’ ‘Stretch out your arms and legs as far as they’ll go, to the corners of the bed. Yes that’s it. Really stretch. Imagine you’re tied up like that. No, relax, I mean just imagine. I’m not really going to tie you up or anything. It’s all voluntary.’ I had misgivings, it seemed pretty weird to me but, what the hell? She propped my head up on a pillow and knelt between my legs. ‘You’re my prisoner.’ She said intensely. ‘I can do anything with you that I want. And I’m going to.’ She took my balls and the base of my cock in both hands and started moving the entire apparatus around with a circular motion, like a massage. From time to time she ran her thumb up my cock with a flick that had me jumping and twitching, partly at the sensation but just as much at the anticipation. She laughed at me. ‘I’ve got you where I want you. I can do anything I want with you.’ She repeated. ‘Keep your arms and legs spread. You’re tied up, remember?’
She went through many of the routines she’d done before, waving my willy about wildly, slapping it, wanking slowly and then furiously. At one point she gripped it very tightly whilst she repeatedly slapped my balls. She started softly but gradually built up until it became quite painful. I started squirming but there was no way of avoiding the slaps without moving out of my spread-eagled position. She laughed again but thankfully knew when to stop, just at the point when I couldn’t stand it any longer. At times she sucked me, holding my cock tightly and pressing it hard against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, then nibbling very gently with her lips and teeth. I had been driven frantic by some of the things she had done earlier, but now I was experiencing a very different state. After the moments of pain when Suzy slapped my balls and I had moved involuntarily, I became still and passive and allowed her to do whatever she liked. I don’t mean that I was not turned on - my dick was reaching for the ceiling as improbably hard as it has ever been - but my mind had gone over the top. It had slowed down and entered some kind of, I suppose, altered state. I don’t really know anything about such things but I was fully aware of my body, of what Suzy was doing to it, of how much it longed to come, but somehow I was drifting above it …
'Look at me. Look right into my eyes. Keep them open. Keep on looking.' I was brought back to earth, or my bed, with a jolt. She was quite close, bending over my face, one hand reaching back and pumping for all it was worth. I looked. She was totally focused on me, staring deeply into my eyes and breathing heavily. Her hand seemed to have a separate existence, moving vigorously whilst her eyes held mine unwaveringly. 'Look. Keep on looking. Don't look away.' I felt my third climax approaching and realised that she knew it and that she wanted me to try to go on forever.
"Mark, Mark", I had mistakenly moved my eyes down to watch my cock. She would have noneof that. She gripped my chin firmly in her free hand, and shook my face. "Look at me Mark. That’s better." Her powerful hand continued its relentless assault of my penis. "Your penis has cum twice now. This will be the third." Her breath was directly in my face, but her hand on my chin would not let me turn away. "How old are you Mark?" "Uh", I could hardly speak. "Uh, I’m 36."
"Well, Mark. Look at me, Mark. Pay attention. Yes. That’s better. Do you remember your firsttime? The first time you wanked off. How old were you then?" "Uh, uh, I don’t know." I really did not want to talk about this now. She slapped my face hard, then doubled her pressure my cock. She firmly gripped my jaw again, and repeated her question. "How old?" I responded instantly "Uh, 10 maybe, or 11. I’m not sure. I don’t remember." The slap had stunned me, and I was now very annoyed at her intense focus on my face. Meanwhile, my cock was building to another climax, as if it were not a part of my body. The only thing that helped hold it off was the previous two orgasms.
"Well, Mark, in 25 or 26 years, I bet you have had thousands of orgasms, is that right? IS THAT RIGHT!" "Uh, God, please stop talk… please let me… Yes, I guess so." "Well, Mark. I now know more about your penis than you have learned in all those years. You are so unobservant. So out of touch with your own body." Her steady gaze into my eyes was sending her words directly into my consciousness. She continued, "Even though I have only given you two orgasms, I now know more about your likes and dislikes and your sexual capabilities than you do. Mark, pay attention now. Look at me. For example, I now know that after this orgasm, you will have four more tonight." "Oooh, no." I was so close to cumming that the impact of her words were very slow to sink in. Of course, I flatly rejected the impossible conjecture that I could cum seven times in one night. One week maybe. Not one night. Impossible. However, before I could protest, my pelvis arched upwards and I came.
The amount of cum was truly startling. My stomach was soon soaked in my semen. My body relaxed in a heap on the bed. My thoughts drifted away from Suzy’s insane statements. Her hands left my chin and my penis. I could feel her now gentle hands softly collecting the semen on my stomach into her palms. “Turn over, Mark.” Without hesitation, I did as I was told. I was simply too drained to argue. Suzy parted by asschecks. Then I felt a sticky wetness around my asshole. Obviously she was lubricating me with my own cum. I felt her place one of her hands on the small of my back and press fairly hard, as if to hold me down. Her other hand approached my asshole. Without ceremony and with no further preparation, Suzy inserted two of her fingers into my ass straight to their full depth. My entire body went rigid in panic.
"Arggggh, oooh, God. Oooh. No, please no. Don’t do that. Suzy, please. Don’t do that. It hurts." Suzy calmed me with her most soothing voice. "Relax, Mark. Relax, it’s OK now. I’m not going to hurt you." She held her fingers at full depth, but perfectly still. I slowly stopped my complaining and adjusted to the invasion of my ass hole. The powerful clinch of the muscles of my anus on her fingers subsided. She began to fuck my ass with her fingers. The motion at first was so gradual that I could hardly tell it had begun. My cum was an excellent lubricant. She continued to hold me down with her other hand. "That’s better. I’m going to fuck you now. You are my bitch now, and I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you with your own cum." The pace and length of her stoke increased. Her fingers also began a cork screwing motion. I groaned loudly. "Arggh, no, please." I cried, but she continued her relentless rape of my butt. The only sound now was my moans and her fucking fingers.
Several minutes later, she broke the silence. “Mark, this is how a women feels when you fuck her. Receptive. Taking. Accepting. Passive. Men are such children. They get off, and then they roll over. They never realize that there are two sides to sex: the giving and the receiving. But, you will learn. Tonight, I will teach you. The first three orgasms were necessary to break through the barrier. Now I will take you to your other side. The side you never even knew existed. Here, sweetheart, let’s get you turned back over.” Unfortunately, she did not take her fingers out of my ass. I turned onto my side first. As I continued turning to lie on my back, she guided my nearest leg up over her shoulder. She resumed the ass fucking. With my one leg on the bed and the other up like that, I was spread wide open to her invasion of my body.
Her left hand returned to my cock. Incredibly, it was hard again! I was so distracted with my poor ass, that I had no idea that my cock had hardened. Suzy had me totally confused and loosing touch with both my emotions and my body. Her left hand squeezed my penis very hard and pulled down until the skin of the shaft was taut, tugging at the head of my cock. She then began a very subtle pumping downward. The tugging sensation was different than any I had felt before. It sent shivers up my spine.
She went through many of the routines she’d done before, waving my willy about wildly, slapping it, wanking slowly and then furiously. At one point she gripped it very tightly whilst she repeatedly slapped my balls. She started softly but gradually built up until it became quite painful. I started squirming but there was no way of avoiding the slaps without moving out of my spread-eagled position. She laughed again but thankfully knew when to stop, just at the point when I couldn’t stand it any longer. At times she sucked me, holding my cock tightly and pressing it hard against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, then nibbling very gently with her lips and teeth. I had been driven frantic by some of the things she had done earlier, but now I was experiencing a very different state. After the moments of pain when Suzy slapped my balls and I had moved involuntarily, I became still and passive and allowed her to do whatever she liked. I don’t mean that I was not turned on - my dick was reaching for the ceiling as improbably hard as it has ever been - but my mind had gone over the top. It had slowed down and entered some kind of, I suppose, altered state. I don’t really know anything about such things but I was fully aware of my body, of what Suzy was doing to it, of how much it longed to come, but somehow I was drifting above it …
'Look at me. Look right into my eyes. Keep them open. Keep on looking.' I was brought back to earth, or my bed, with a jolt. She was quite close, bending over my face, one hand reaching back and pumping for all it was worth. I looked. She was totally focused on me, staring deeply into my eyes and breathing heavily. Her hand seemed to have a separate existence, moving vigorously whilst her eyes held mine unwaveringly. 'Look. Keep on looking. Don't look away.' I felt my third climax approaching and realised that she knew it and that she wanted me to try to go on forever.
"Mark, Mark", I had mistakenly moved my eyes down to watch my cock. She would have noneof that. She gripped my chin firmly in her free hand, and shook my face. "Look at me Mark. That’s better." Her powerful hand continued its relentless assault of my penis. "Your penis has cum twice now. This will be the third." Her breath was directly in my face, but her hand on my chin would not let me turn away. "How old are you Mark?" "Uh", I could hardly speak. "Uh, I’m 36."
"Well, Mark. Look at me, Mark. Pay attention. Yes. That’s better. Do you remember your firsttime? The first time you wanked off. How old were you then?" "Uh, uh, I don’t know." I really did not want to talk about this now. She slapped my face hard, then doubled her pressure my cock. She firmly gripped my jaw again, and repeated her question. "How old?" I responded instantly "Uh, 10 maybe, or 11. I’m not sure. I don’t remember." The slap had stunned me, and I was now very annoyed at her intense focus on my face. Meanwhile, my cock was building to another climax, as if it were not a part of my body. The only thing that helped hold it off was the previous two orgasms.
"Well, Mark, in 25 or 26 years, I bet you have had thousands of orgasms, is that right? IS THAT RIGHT!" "Uh, God, please stop talk… please let me… Yes, I guess so." "Well, Mark. I now know more about your penis than you have learned in all those years. You are so unobservant. So out of touch with your own body." Her steady gaze into my eyes was sending her words directly into my consciousness. She continued, "Even though I have only given you two orgasms, I now know more about your likes and dislikes and your sexual capabilities than you do. Mark, pay attention now. Look at me. For example, I now know that after this orgasm, you will have four more tonight." "Oooh, no." I was so close to cumming that the impact of her words were very slow to sink in. Of course, I flatly rejected the impossible conjecture that I could cum seven times in one night. One week maybe. Not one night. Impossible. However, before I could protest, my pelvis arched upwards and I came.
The amount of cum was truly startling. My stomach was soon soaked in my semen. My body relaxed in a heap on the bed. My thoughts drifted away from Suzy’s insane statements. Her hands left my chin and my penis. I could feel her now gentle hands softly collecting the semen on my stomach into her palms. “Turn over, Mark.” Without hesitation, I did as I was told. I was simply too drained to argue. Suzy parted by asschecks. Then I felt a sticky wetness around my asshole. Obviously she was lubricating me with my own cum. I felt her place one of her hands on the small of my back and press fairly hard, as if to hold me down. Her other hand approached my asshole. Without ceremony and with no further preparation, Suzy inserted two of her fingers into my ass straight to their full depth. My entire body went rigid in panic.
"Arggggh, oooh, God. Oooh. No, please no. Don’t do that. Suzy, please. Don’t do that. It hurts." Suzy calmed me with her most soothing voice. "Relax, Mark. Relax, it’s OK now. I’m not going to hurt you." She held her fingers at full depth, but perfectly still. I slowly stopped my complaining and adjusted to the invasion of my ass hole. The powerful clinch of the muscles of my anus on her fingers subsided. She began to fuck my ass with her fingers. The motion at first was so gradual that I could hardly tell it had begun. My cum was an excellent lubricant. She continued to hold me down with her other hand. "That’s better. I’m going to fuck you now. You are my bitch now, and I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you with your own cum." The pace and length of her stoke increased. Her fingers also began a cork screwing motion. I groaned loudly. "Arggh, no, please." I cried, but she continued her relentless rape of my butt. The only sound now was my moans and her fucking fingers.
Several minutes later, she broke the silence. “Mark, this is how a women feels when you fuck her. Receptive. Taking. Accepting. Passive. Men are such children. They get off, and then they roll over. They never realize that there are two sides to sex: the giving and the receiving. But, you will learn. Tonight, I will teach you. The first three orgasms were necessary to break through the barrier. Now I will take you to your other side. The side you never even knew existed. Here, sweetheart, let’s get you turned back over.” Unfortunately, she did not take her fingers out of my ass. I turned onto my side first. As I continued turning to lie on my back, she guided my nearest leg up over her shoulder. She resumed the ass fucking. With my one leg on the bed and the other up like that, I was spread wide open to her invasion of my body.
Her left hand returned to my cock. Incredibly, it was hard again! I was so distracted with my poor ass, that I had no idea that my cock had hardened. Suzy had me totally confused and loosing touch with both my emotions and my body. Her left hand squeezed my penis very hard and pulled down until the skin of the shaft was taut, tugging at the head of my cock. She then began a very subtle pumping downward. The tugging sensation was different than any I had felt before. It sent shivers up my spine.