Forced Orgasm

Last month, when we were together at his place, he pushed me further than he had pushed me in a long time.

That weekend he made me cum four different times. This last one was harsh. He used his Hitachi full force on my clit. Prior to that we had played and played and played. My body was a finely tuned instrument by then. I quickly approached the edge but as typically happens for me, I plateaued.

I rush up to the edge of orgasm, everything fine and then a lull happens and my mind begins to work on me. I want this. I want to cum for him. Cum for Daddy. Don't fail him. You're failing him. Then it's a bloody damned miracle if I cum.

This time though his voice and his words took me out of it. "I'm going to teach you slut. You'll cum for me. Then I'll tie you up with that wand on your clit. You won't be able to escape. I'll go get something to eat and you'll be here with that vibe working you for hours. You can scream and cry and squirm but you'll cum for me over and over."

The thought of him torturing me like that sent me right over the edge. I came hard. I bucked and shook and cried out just like he said I would. Yet still he kept the vibrator pressed hard against my clit and I couldn't take it. The feeling of it pressed against my hypersensitive clit as I came made me lose my shit.

"Please Daddy, no!! Please stop! No Daddy, no more…please no more!" He kept it pressed on my spasming clit and the pain of it made me gasp and cry. Many women can't have their sex touched right after an orgasm, apparently I'm one.

He finally took the vibrator off my clit and my body, which had been clenched in a position completely raised off the bed, could let go. I collapsed and rolled into a ball.

I was so relieved he took the machine off my poor clit. My body kept spasming as I came down from that intense orgasm. I felt languorous and so relaxed. He came up on the bed and curled around me asking me if I was ok. I love where he takes me.

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Marathon Sex – Part II

When I had walked in the house that night, I had been a little harried, a little tired but eager to see Mr. D. I wanted him, I always do, but when I haven’t put my day behind me sufficiently it takes time for me to switch gears.  When Mr. D grabbed me and dominated me so thoroughly, it took me completely away from my day and my stresses.  Once we stopped to let him breathe and our mood broke for those few moments, I could tell that I still had some letting go to do.  His dominance had allowed me to refocus on him but all my angst from the day was still there waiting in the wings.

We relaxed a little bit and then he put me on my back at the edge of the bed in front of his big chair. He pushed my knees up to my chest. “Hold them there.  Don’t let them down.”

“Ok Daddy.” I said. I was on edge, I knew what was coming and I really didn’t feel ready for it.  His lips settled around my clit and Daddy began to suck.  He grabs onto my clit and sucks it relentlessly.  The feelings are so intense so fast. There is no transition.  I go from Okay, okay, I can handle this to Oh God, it’s so much to wanting to beg him to stop then knowing he won’t until finally either my mind or my body gives in and I start to take it and respond in an almost volatile way to the passion he brings on.

Once he had me in this precarious place, he pushed his fingers into my pussy. God, I love that so much.  He pushed me further into ecstasy with the feelings of his thick finger filling me.  With little warning, another finger rubbed my asshole and pushed in there too.  I railed up against the sensation.  It felt so raw and somewhat uncomfortable.  Anal is dicey sometimes.  Either it works and everything is smooth going or it starts uncomfortable and works its way to a good place.  Every once in a while it just doesn’t work at all.  Thus the question mark that is always in my mind when we start. How is it going to feel this time?  And when I’m not completely relaxed to start with, haven’t let go of my day, it’s harder still.

He saw me jump and I let go of my legs. “Relax baby girl.” He said and slowed his pace but he didn’t stop.  I squirmed, not in a good way, while he worked his finger in my ass.  He wasn’t taking no for an answer tonight.  I tried to bring my legs back up and put my feet on his knees for a moment to situate. “You can leave them there.” He said.  With my feet on his knees, I had some control over my position, somewhere to push and move a bit.  He took out the Hitachi.  I cringed.  “Oh no, Daddy.”  I whined pitifully.” I knew what that meant.  He wanted me to come for him.  But with my day not put away, I knew it was going to be hard.

“Oh yes, baby girl.” He said while positioning the wand on my clit and turning it on. The vibration began to work against my angst.  I felt my traitorous body respond even further to what Daddy had already started.  His fingers filled my ass and my pussy together now.  “Play with your nipples slut.” He was giving it all to me.  His mouth, now his hands and then the vibration launched me into a shaking, grinding bout of pleasure.   My legs shook uncontrollably while my feet lost their footing on his knees several times.  His words coaxed me closer and closer to orgasm even while my mind fought him.  No, I don’t want this. Yes, I do!  What insane person doesn’t want this?  Why fight it, damn it?  The shit that goes through my addled mind when I’m being controlled by him is insanity.

“You’re going to come for me slut.” I shook my head no. “Don’t you tell me no.  Oh yes, you are. I want it.  Come for me now!”  My body convulsed and convulsed but didn’t give in.  The anal probing didn’t get any more comfortable but it just added to the onslaught at that point.  The pleasure, the pain, the discomfort, the control, “Give in!” I screamed inside my head.  I began a sort of mantra I’ve begun to use to come for him.  Every time I come now, and for the past many months, this is what puts me over the edge. “Come for Daddy, come for Daddy.  Come for Daddy!” I say it to myself over and over.  He commands it and I must obey.  I mumbled it over and over to myself.  I think I said it out loud, too.   My body or my mind finally gave and I convulsed over and over and over.  “I’m coming Daddy!!!”

“That’s it, that’s my good little come slut. Come for Daddy.” My body bucked and rolled against the vibrations and his hand. I finally calmed.  It had taken so much to get there, so much to get over that mountain.  I panted and sat up fall into his arms.  I needed to feel him hold me, to feel his warmth and protection.