[FF] My (26f) GF (33f) fucked me so well I cried

So me and my gf have been messing around with BDSM for a while now. We don’t do full time, but it works to augment our already satisfying sex life. When we do scenes, she’s the Domme (she goes by Goddess or Queen most of the time), and I’m the sub (I go by toy, slut, or princess.) She’s a soft domme, so she likes to use encouragement more than punishment. I’m definitely into pain, just not like…bad pain.

Also, for the record, I’m tall (5’10”, my gf calls me fruit by the foot) and fit – I have a little bit of a belly, but I also have a great ass and C-Cup breasts. I know I’m making myself sound like hot stuff, but I honestly am pretty average.

Goddess has a soft smooth tummy, nice legs, and an ass that defies logic and some laws of physics. I don’t know how to describe it and do it justice, but her ass is perfect. She also has a beautiful clit and her pussy lips look like a flower. She’s radiant and divine. Also, in a “Lesbian dick measuring contest” we learned her tongue is like 2 inches longer than mine. SheMs strong enough to carry me, and she has literally swept me off my feet before. I cannot believe she’s voluntarily dating me. 

Yesterday evening we had a huge family gathering. We suspected it would finish at 8, and had been getting excited to have sex after everyone was gone. We’re at my parents house for the holidays staying in one of their guest rooms, and the bed there was made for the kind of fucking that will leave me quivering for hours afterwards. Plus, it’s isolated from the areas of the house most people spend time in, so there’s some room to be noisy, which is great because I moan a lot and sometimes it’s hard to be quiet. 

Unfortunately, last nights festivities went until past 9, and by the time everyone was gone we were exhausted. We both agreed that fucking today would be better. This morning was perfect – we woke up to a warm bed, and my long smooth legs were tangled up in her own soft legs.

In the morning daze, we cuddled and told jokes to each other. Once we were alert enough, we realized we were starving and went to finish off whatever party goods were left from last night, and basically the whole morning was spent just teasing each other. My family was flitting around the house, but there were ample opportunities to touch her incredible ass or for her to kiss me in a way that let me know she owned me and she knew it. I was getting SO turned on even before we had a moment alone. Finally, morning activities dying down in the home, we excused ourselves for a “nap”. 

The second we hit the bedroom we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. I was stripped in a flash, and she was wearing jogging but her panties. I just kept grabbing he beautiful, round ass, fondling her breasts, stroking her pussy, and using my hands to spread her beautiful lips and ass. She was kissing me deeply and slowly as she trailed a finger from my slit up toward my clit. She made some little circles around it before she moved up, pinching my nipples gently and biting my neck. She told me to go her suitcase, since she had lube in there. 

My heart was pounding as I brought the lube to her – we only use the lube for anal. I *love* anal, and she loves to tease me when she fucks my ass, so it’s something we both find enjoyment in. She took it, set it on the bedside table, and then stood up. She kissed me – IDK how to describe it. Like the way she grabs my hips and pulls me in, it’s not hard, but it is authoritative? I thought I was going to melt. Instead I found myself bent over the bed. She had used the kiss as a distraction to position herself, and in a flash she had me bent over in front of her.

I heard her grab something from the bedside table, and then I felt a hard object slap against my ass. I didn’t know what she was spanking me with, but I knew it stung. She kept bringing down the blows on my ass, describing how red it was getting as I law there helpless to stop her. The spanking was intense, it hurt, but I am a whore for punishment. I ran cross country in high school, I eat spicy food, and I moan when I get spanked. I love pain. Not all pain, but the tingly low-grade pain that builds up over time and makes your eyes water, amd that lingers even after you stop doing whatever caused it. She spanked me until my gasps hit the right tone, then pulled me onto the bed. 

Without missing a beat, she commanded me to suck on her nipples. I poured my heart out into it. I played with her clit, teasing it with my tongue and fingers. I sucked, licked, kissed, and worshipped her breasts, and played with her ass as fervently as I could – I was getting pretty deep into the headspace, and worshipping her comes so naturally to me anyways, I was putting my heart into it…but there was something missing. She rolled me over, reaching for the nightstand and the lube. I thought she was getting ready to fuck me, but I hadn’t made her cum yet, and I knew I couldn’t finish until she had. I heard the lube go back to the nightstand, and then I saw it – a new buttplug! Shiny, round, and big. Like…really big. My eyes got wide as I saw it, and she smiled and leaned close to me.

“You weren’t desperate enough, slut,” she whispered in my ear. “But that’s OK, I know how to fix it.”

She slowly pressed the buttplug against my tight asshole, and after a moment of pressure I felt it slip in. She held her finger against it while I let out a little whine, but once I was adjusted she took her finger off and laid back. I knew what I needed to do if I was going to get fucked – I latched on to her nipples like my life depended on it. I worked magic with my tongue, using my fingers to pleasure her in other ways until finally I felt her body go tight, and then loose. I let her enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm while I kissed her tummy, breasts, neck, and pussy.

When she was ready, she laid me back, holding one hand on my waist while she used the other hand to apply gentle pressure to the buttplug. I was desperate for her to fuck me and she knew it, so she drew it out – pushing lightly on the buttplug while drawing circles around my clit with her fingertips. Softly pinching my nipples, or giving my breasts rough squeezes. Finally, she moved her mouth down to my clit, and started to tease me with her tongue. Her gorgeous, agile, long, perfect tongue. She used her tongue like an artist uses a painbrush, and made me her canvas. I lay there moaning softly, but getting louder as she brought me closer to the edge. Then finally…

“Oh no, Goddess, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, please, please don’t stop!” I was begging with her to keep the pressure and gentle movement on my clit. I felt like my body was filling with pleasure – hot, electric pleasure was already starting to fill my stomach and legs.

She stopped with her tongue, leaving me desperate for just a second as she wiped her lips and said, “Cum, toy. I’m not playing with you for nothing.” She moved her head back down, and the orgasm hit like lightning. My back arched, my legs twitched, by throat felt like it was closing up from the intensity. She kept going. Her tongue flicking over, under, around my throbbing clitoris as wave after wave of pleasure hit me and ran through me.

I felt another orgasm welling up, and I knew there was no use trying to stop it. Less than 30 seconds after the first orgasm had hit I could feel my tummy clenching again. I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me, opening my eyes to see spots dancing in my vision as another orgasm hit. She sat up straight, watching me moan, before wordlessly pulling the butt plug out. She fit two fingers inside my ass with ease, and started massaging me. The pleasure was starting to get overwhelming. I felt another orgasm building, but the way she was moving her fingers meant it was building slowly. It felt like edging, as I got closer and closer to another orgasm. Finally, she moved her head back down to my clit, and with just the gentlest flicks I could feel myself losing control.

Again, “Oh no,” left my lips, and she looked at me quizzically. “Goddess, I don’t deserve this,” I said. I had started that session with the fullest intention of being a brat. I felt bad, unworthy. She just rolled her eyes at me.

“As if you could ever make that decision,” she said back. “You’re my toy. That means I decide what you get, and you’re going to cum for me.” She moved her head back down, massaging my clit and my ass more emphatically. The feeling of her fingertips moving inside me sent me over the edge for another orgasm, and I could feel my pussy starting to leak slightly. I’ve never been like…a pornstar squirter. You can’t use me to put out fires or anything, but when the stimulation gets to be just right I start to gush a little. Think like a low-pressure drinking fountain, not a hose. Goddess was starting to make that face she gets when she knows she’s done good – a proud, cocky little smirk.

“Oh, that’s so cute. I think I made my slutty little toy wet,” she said to herself. She kept her fingers moving – a steady rhythm that was pleasuring my ass and pussy together.

“I’m not sure how much more of this I can take,” I said.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” She seemed genuinely curious, but still very smug.

I shook my head. “No, Goddess, I want you to break me.”

That was all the permission she needed. She ordered me to massage my tits, then started licking, kissing, and sucking on my clit. She moved her fingers faster inside me, pushing them in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. I couldn’t take it. The biggest orgasm I’d had yet hit and I was whimpering as the waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled through me. I gushed again, more this time, all over myself and the bed. And I still couldn’t stop. I watched her facial expression change from pride in herself to surprise and pride in me as I rocked back and forth on her fingers, moaning, whimpering, and twitching with each small jolt of pleasure I got from it.

Finally, she pulled herself out of me, and cradled my head against her breasts. I was nearly incoherent from her touch, and I was still feeling the tingly aftershocks while she cradled me, called me a good girl, and told me she loved me.

Eventually, I was able to calm down enough to realize how much she had done for me. Those weren’t just multiple orgasms, that was a masterpiece built on listening to my body and knowing me like a Goddess knows a worshipper. She had respected the possibility I may not be able to take any more. She had held me while I cooled down.

I cried against her, and we both talked about how happy we were to be together. It felt so nice, positive, and empowering to be with someone who listened to me and respected me, and who didn’t take advantage of me. She reciprocated the sentiment, and what had started as an intense BDSM session ended with us tearfully hugging and cuddling each other.

Eventually, I was able to get up, wash my hair, and start talking to family members. Now we’re getting ready to play some Arkham Horror and maybe watch A Muppet Christmas Carol. It just goes to show you can have all the incredible kinky sex you want and still have a nice, sweet, romantic relationship as long as you have the right partner.

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