Sexuality Happens

A continuation of Fucking Rations, Part 1.

As her fingers entered me, the edge of the cold metal handcuffs rubbed against me. The juxaposition of her warm hand and the chilly metal was sensational.  With my head almost falling off of the edge of the bed, she fucked me oh so well. God, sex with her is getting to the point of fucking incredible.

After I came hard onto her hand, and gathered a few of my wits about me (although not all of them), I sat up. “Get on your knees, and sit up tall” I ordered her.  Once she was in place, I lay on my back, and tried to slide under her in order to lick her cunt as she tried to keep her balance with her handcuffed hands.  

It was a brilliant concept, one that failed in practice. My entire face, including my eyes and hair, was now covered in her come.  As she lubricated my face, I ate her out, going for 30 seconds at a time before having to come up for air in order to not suffocate. This would be an example of sex fail, but I was able to salvage the situation.  Grumbling a little about ridiculous ideas, I slid out from under her and sat up.

I used the key on the necklace around my neck to undo her cuffs, and then pushed her back onto the pillows.  Slowly, I reached between her legs, and gently began to stroke her again.

“One down…three more to go,” I smiled at her wickedly as I continued to touch her, stroke her, tease her.  She was just dripping, her clit hard as my fingers and my hand pressed against it.  Ever so slowly, I slid my fingers into her, curling them up.  As I fucked her with one hand, I pressed my other gently to her neck. “Is this ok?”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

“Good, because dear god, you are turning me on so god damn fucking much.” My hand pressed lightly against her throat, my own clit throbbing between my legs.

“Why do you like it so much?” She looked at me questioningly.  I paused my ministrations for half of a moment. Hmmm. An interesting question. I pondered.

“I like the feel of your pulse below my hand, and feeling you swallow and take in air, all as my hand rests on your throat.”  As my cunt pulsed, I continued. “I also know how much I like it, how much it turns me on to have someone’s hand around my throat as I come, and I want to share that.”  She looked at me and nodded in understanding.  I went back to fucking her, curving my fingers up into her G-spot, my thumb circling her clit.

“I’m going to make you come again.” She struggled to sit up, and push me away from her.  I held on and kept fucking her. Pressing against me, we began to wrestle a little.

“I never said I was going to make it easy for you.” Laughing, I kept fucking her as we tussled, and she finally was able to slip a few of her fingers into me. Wrestling and fucking with much laughter interspersed, she flipped me onto my back, and began to fuck me at a quicker pace. As my breath caught in my chest, she placed her other hand on MY throat. Within only a few seconds, I came HARD. And again.  Maybe once more.

Of course, I counted it as just one. I mean. Cheat to win, right?  But god, her hand on my throat…so good, like a shock of electricity fed directly into my cunt.  

After letting me catch a breath or two, she started to move her hand and fingers again, rubbing my clit with her thumbs as her four fingers explored my cunt.  My hips began to gyrate to the same rhythm, my hand reaching down to force her deeper inside me, doing kegels as I gasped with the sensation they provided.  Her eyes closed, she worked in and out of me, picking up speed and power until I was coming and screaming and coming and falling off the bed and… and then I was trying to breathe and sit up and not fall and…

“Just give me one second.  I promise I just need a sec.” My body was starting to shake as I curled up around her.

“Take your time” she smiled. My cunt was still quivering, and my clit throbbing as I tried to get as much of my naked skin to touch hers as humanly possible. I have a thing about touching when I’m about to come, and after I come. I crave touch, as much as can physically happen.  I’ve been known to look like a koala as I wrap my arms around someone after I’ve been fucked properly.

After a minute or two, I was ready to be up and at ‘em.  I pushed her flat on her back as I attempted to tower over her. Earlier, I’d lit my Afterglow candle, and now, I grabbed it, pouring the wax on her stomach, then rubbing it in. Hot wax is much fun, especially this kind, because it actually smells good, and then turns into massage oil.  I poured more onto her legs, rubbing it in, even massaging it in a little, while at the same time, I lowered my head between her legs, and went back to going down on her.  We lay there as I sucked her clit with my mouth, fucked her with my gloved hand, and used my other hand to continue to rub in the massage oil. I took breaks between to massage her legs, pulling her muscles into my hands.

“Wow, it’s very interesting having the contrast of the relaxing massage while I’m getting fucked” she spoke up. I paused.

“Does that mean you like it, or not?” I don’t claim to be omniscient, and prefer that the people I’m fucking enjoy themselves.

“Yes, it’s just different. It feels really good.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“I think it would be cool to have a back massage sometime.” 

“I like giving back massages. That can be arranged. I was totally the hall back massage giving slut in college.” With that said, I started moving my hand again, and returned my mouth to her clit for a bit.  

Then, removing my hand, I moved her over, so that I had her just where I wanted her.

To be continued…

-Essin’ Em