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Best. Orgasm. Ever.

April 3rd, 2014

So I’m sitting on the couch, so engrossed in seed hunting on Amazon that I’m barely paying attention to the murder porn on TV. The show’s not even close to over. I figure I’ve got a few more minutes to decide which indeterminate tomatoes I want to grow. But Master turned to me and said, “Why don’t you go get in the shower?”

It’s late, so I know we’re not going anywhere. He wants me to wash up so he can make me all dirty again. It’s kinda his thing. Only this time, I’m gonna make me all dirty, too, because earlier in the day, I’d asked to use one of my toys.

Well, okay. “Asked” is giving me more credit than I deserve. I have a hard time with the asking, so I popped off an (I hoped) adorable little, “You should let me play with one of my toys, today,” complete with my head canted sideways and my knee swiveled in.

I shouldn’t be telling him what he should be doing, but this is actually an improvement. I started by masturbating without permission, then moved on to just not masturbating to avoid the humiliation of having to ask someone to pleasure myself. And in truth, the reason that I’m doing anything at all is because Master threatened to start throwing away toys if I didn’t. Starting with Tantus. For serious. Bastard.

I mean, I want to cum. Of course I do. I just have a hard time with the asking.

When I got out of the shower, I picked out some toys, and washed them up. But then I got so engrossed in sucking his cock, I ended up tossing them aside without even using them. Good thing, too, because Master started finger fucking me while I deep throated him.

His fingers are magic. Very few people can make me orgasm. He gets me there in thirty seconds flat. But he likes to tease and torment me, and watch me squirm, while I’m teasing and tormenting him with my mouth. So when he sees me get close, he backs off.

This time, he pushed forward. I reared up and tried to think of something, anything, that wasn’t his fingers manipulating my clitoris and vagina to his will.

“Are you trying to resist Daddy’s fingers?” he asked. It is nearly impossible to resist his fingers.

“Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, and he intensified the stimulation. I could hear the laughter in his moans while I writhed over his lap, fighting the edge with all I had.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, ” I whispered. “Please.” I have trouble with the asking.

He backed off for a few beats, forcing me to start again. My body began to tremble, the stress of fighting orgasm taking its toll. His fingers pressed harder, sped up. I bucked and sat back on my haunches.

“I suppose I can let you cum,” he said, steadily increasing the pressure and speed.

He came, filling my mouth, and I didn’t have time to swallow before my body exploded on his fingers. I had been holding my breath, and when I crested that first wave, it all came out in a gush covering him with his cum and my saliva.

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

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  1. Heaven
    April 3rd, 2014 at 17:01 | #1

    Wow does sound like the best orgasm every. What a great night for you indeed.

  2. April 3rd, 2014 at 18:56 | #2

    great story! thanks much for sharing . . .

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