She Took My Breath Away
Breath play is always dangerous and should never be engaged in by those who are inattentive or who are impaired in any way. The following was a consensual experience I had at the hands of a woman I met before I was married. I never knew if she was a professional dominatrix or what her deal was and what I did was dangerous in the extreme, putting my literal life in the hands of a complete stranger just for the thrill was stupid. But then my life was cheap back then, so…. Here’s my story.
It was late on a Fall night in 1984 and I was new to the city of Cincinnati and looking for some fun. I was 21 and had only had one lover and really not a lot of experience, though I thought I was a “wise man of the world.” I also knew that I had never seen any woman dressed in leather with makeup on that looked like she had just stepped out of a Robert Palmer video (if you are too young to know who that is, look up the “Addicted to Love” video). She was somewhere in her 30’s and had my mom seen her she would have said that she had applied the makeup with a spatula. But she was wearing small hole fishnet stockings that went up into hot pants, a leather jacket and a black tank top with a rip at its lowest point in order to put on display even more of her fabulous cleavage. Her black hair fell in tiny ringlets down to her shoulders and as I sat there shooting shit with other guys at the bar I noticed that more than one guy walked over to her table, spent a few minutes with her and then walked away. A couple of them visibly angry.
It was getting on toward 2:00 a.m. and I knew that if I was one of those leaving in the last half-hour of the night I would probably have the joy of meeting one of Cincinnati’s finest and getting to do a field sobriety test and I really was not certain I could pass one, so I put my money down on the counter and turned to leave. Besides, the lady I had been watching had left a few minutes earlier without me ever downing enough liquid courage to go over to her and be shot down like all of the others so it was time to head home and sleep it off.
I was just getting into my beat up LTD (think 1973 Land barge) when the dome light in the car parked next to me came on and I saw the woman from the bar, sitting alone in her car. She was looking for something in her purse. She looked up at me and smiled and then to my shock she gave me a half smile and a look that said, “could you not be an ass and help me?” So I got out of the car and she opened her door and looked over the top of her car at me. “You need help?” I asked.
“I hate this fucking car. I think it is the carburetor or maybe one of the asshats that know me from inside pissed in my gas, I don’t know, but it is dead and I don’t want to dick with it tonight. Could you give me a lift up into Mount Adams?” There were a couple of guys standing by the entrance to the bar and they were watching what was happening with a little too much interest. She saw me glance over that way and looked back at me quickly. “Name your price, just don’t leave me here,” she said quietly.
“Grab your stuff and lock your car up. Let’s get out of here before some of your friends do something else.” She ducked in her car, grabbed her purse, turned off the dome light and locked the doors and came around the front of her car as the two gentlemen tossed down cigarettes and started walking toward us. Now the nice thing about an LTD is that it is the next best thing to having a street legal main battle tank and it can pretty well go over anything, which came in handy as knives were suddenly in hands of the guys now jogging toward us. There was only a low berm and then a sidewalk between me and the street, so rather than back up and go “meet my new friends” we just went up and over the side walk and down Third Street in a hurry.
20 minutes later I was navigating the car through the narrow dark streets of Mount Adams, following the directions of my charge and praying none of the cops decided to check us out. When I got to her place, she directed me to a parking spot (which in that part of town back then was a luxury) and she put a tag on my rearview mirror as she invited me in. “I don’t know. I think I might just drive back to my place.” I said, suddenly uncertain about getting involved with a woman who attracted men with knives.
“You are shitting me? I invite you in and you are going to turn me down? Really?!?! Okay, but I will almost guarantee you will be arrested going downhill at this time of night. The cops don’t care if you are coming home drunk, but if you are drunk and going someplace else… I’m telling you right now you can come in and sober up with me or you can spend the rest of the jail in the drunk tank. It’s your choice.”
Well other than knowing that she was single, worked for an accounting firm and liked to have sex with younger men and that was her reason for the two men being mad at her, I knew nothing about her. But her logic made sense and I had realized while driving that I probably was well over the legal limit, so I got out of the car and followed her up the steps to her apartment above a restaurant.
My mind was slow, but I was putting together some interesting equations. She was sexy, liked younger men, was at least 10 years older, looked like sexy in high heels and I was going to be spending the night in her apartment…. And she had a hellacious ass that was basically begging for me to grab as she slowed her walk at the top of the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she unlocked the door, flipped on the light, let me in and locked the door behind us. “Okay, I have to admit I was watching you at the bar tonight. I kept hoping you would have the balls enough to buy me a drink or if you were just going to drool into you beer all night.” She took her jacket off and stood there facing me, fists on her hips, and nipples at full attention
“If I had, what would you have said If had walked over?”
“I would have asked you if you had ever been dominated by a woman and if you knew that a man who was hung from the gallows died with the best fucking hardon of his life”
My jaw dropped and then I laughed. She did not. So I stopped laughing as well and said, “No, I did not know that.” I finally said. Then I added, “I’m not certain I know what you mean by dominated.”
She just stared into my eyes for a bit, long enough that I was starting to feel very uncomfortable when she slowly closed the space between us and grabbed my balls and squeezed them. “It means I own these.” Her hand slid up and grabbed my cock and added, “and this.” She then brought her hand up and grabbed my chin. “It may mean this spends the rest of the night eating my pussy.” She walked around me. “if you want, there’s the couch. You can go over and lie down and I will not bother you…but if you want to have sex, and I mean sex like I am fucking certain that you, farm boy, have never had before, then….” She stopped, once again in front of me. “Then agree to let me own you tonight. Be my slave for tonight. In the morning you can go away and never come back or… well, we will deal with that then.”
For the next few minutes she taught me her rules and explained to me that for obedience, I would be rewarded and for disobedience, I would be punished. She told me that her goal with every new young man was to give them an erection that lasted an hour and an orgasm so strong that they pass out! I was skeptical and nearly laughed, but her look made it clear that she was dead serious. So I agreed.
“Strip now.”
“Yes Mistress”
She walked over to a small table and pulled a dog collar and leash out. By the time she walked back to me, I was just hastily stuffing my socks in my shoes. She commanded I lift my chin and quickly slid the collar around my neck. I had never seen a collar exactly like this one. First it was wide where it fit around most of my neck, but the strap part that fit through the D-ring was much thinner with a reinforced ring at the end. And she hooked the leash to the ring….effectively making it a choker!
She did not give me any kind of warning, she just let some of the chain from the leash drop to the floor, stepped over it, trapping it between her heel and toe of her shoe and she yanked… hard! The collar squeezed around my throat and almost immediately I grabbed for the collar to pull it loose! “Kneel and live, or die fighting.” She said. I immediately dropped to my knees and was able to breathe again. I looked up into her face and she smiled down at me. “You learn quickly. That’s good, but you have a lot to learn.” I was beginning to wonder if the lessons were worth it.
“Lick my boots. Get them nice and shiny for me!” and with that she gave the chain a good yank Now I had seen some pictures of Femdom and always found them exciting, but she was definitely taking me into new territory! She had me shining her boots with my spit, all the while flashing me underboob and a few shots of her pussy. She was shaved bare and that was something completely new to me back then!!
She reached down and grabbed my ass and then started whipping my bottom with the leather part of the leash. She made me stop and take off all of my clothes and then she pulled me back down to her feet. Now, she dragged her fingernails over my back and ass; she switched to whipping my bare ass and a couple of times the whip wrapped around and caught my scrotum. I quickly learned not to stop licking though, no matter how bad something hurt, because she would just start choking me down and doing whatever it was that hurt, over and over again!
I have no idea how long things went on but she had let me lick my way almost up to beneath the edge of her hot pants shorts when she suddenly stepped away from me, ordered me to my feet and led me back to her bedroom. She had things there that to this day I shudder wondering about what she used them for! She had me lie down on my back on a steamer trunk and then proceeded to cuff my hands to the bottom of the trunk and then lock my legs apart and then connected the broomstick to the trunk somehow.
“I like young cocks. For me, I love showing young men just how hard they really can get and how much fun I can take from those young hard dicks!!!” She said as she stood up next to me and slowly took off her clothes revealing a sexy, mature body with curves and muscles and all kinds of eye candy. If she was wanting to see how hard she could make me, she was on the right track!!!
She picked up the chain and I had not noticed, but hanging among the branches of an old-fashioned chandelier type light fixture above my head was a chain with a steel circle at its end. She fed the chain through the circle and then reached down and adjusted my collar so the D ring was facing more up than it had been. I did not fight her because I had no idea what I was about to experience.
She straddled my hips, rubbing the insides of her silken thighs up and down the top and outsides of my thighs and hips. I could see her pussy lips and they shone in the dim light of the room. “You like what you see and what you are feeling, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You like looking at my tits; how my nipples are all hard and pointing out in front of me, is that it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And I see your eyes on my pussy. It is very wet because of you. Did you know that? My pussy can’t wait to feel your cock sliding into it, all hard and fat and ready to cum…. Is that what you want?”
“Oh Yes! Mistress. Please Mistress!”
“Good. Do you know where the term, ‘hung well’ comes from?”
I had no idea so I honestly said, “No Mistress.”
She lowered herself and I thought at first she was going to fuck me, but instead she put my dick flat on my belly and spread her pussy lips to either side of my cock!!! My girlfriend had never done anything like this (at least not intentionally) and having her look down at me like a wolf about to devour a lamb, had me close to blowing my load!
Then she pulled hard on the chain and I started to try and free myself, but I realized in a panic that she was choking me! “Being hung well dates back to when men were hung publicly for their crimes and men that slowly choked to death would get the best hard on of their lives, and it would be so big that people back in the back of the mobs could often see their erections. So they were said to be ‘well hung’.” With that she released the chain and I gasped in a deep breath and coughed a couple of times.
She leaned forward and pressed hard down on my chest, her nipples were pressed to mine; the heels of her hands pressing down on my diagram. “I plan on finding out just how well hung you are before tonight is over!” she whispered before biting my lower lip almost hard enough to break skin!!
And so she brought herself to at least three orgasms by pushing me to the edge of u*********sness and then releasing me. My body was covered in sweat and indeed, about the only thing that I could feel was my cock and it felt enormous as it throbbed in need of just a little more than she was willing to give to me!
I realized at some point she got up off of me and was coming back over to me with a long glass jar and a hose at the end of it. She slid my hard wet dick into it and then pushed the opening into me firmly before pumping a bulb type of thing on the hose, kind of like what they have for blood pressure readers. Suddenly my cock was being sucked into the glass jar deeper and deeper!
After several pumps, she stopped and grabbed a fistful of my hair so that I could look down and see what she had done. My penis, which was of average length and a little wider than most appeared to be nearly 10 inches long and almost filling the glass cylinder that I swear a bear can could have slid into! “Now that is the size of cock I want to fuck… but I think you can get it bigger!!!”
She slammed my head back down onto the chest and the whole room began to spin. Between the shot to my head and the repeated time of oxygen deprivation, I was really close to blacking out! Suddenly I was aware that her thighs were to either side of my face and her soaking wet, hot pussy was descending onto my face!!
I had learned to eat pussy from my sister, Kay. She not only made me do her, but she taught me how to do it right! We each enjoyed the oral part of sex so much that even though we lost our virginity together at a very early age, we still mainly enjoy 69 and oral positions to this day! So I certainly was no stranger to this… And it was a good thing too because had it not been a reflex.
She had really meaty labial lips that were soaked!! I pulled fleshy flaps between my lips and flicked my pointed tongue deep into her then ran the flat of it back and forth across her clit. She was moaning and rocking her hips back and forth across my face had just begun lapping her clit and really beginning to enjoy a creamy flow from her when I felt the pressure on my cock suddenly relax and the cylinder be pulled off of my cock. It was hyper sensitive and I moaned when she dropped it back onto my belly. It felt like a baseball bat!
Then she pulled the chain and everything in me tensed up. I could hear her laugh as she crushed herself down over my face covering my mouth and nose with her cunt and ass. It would not have done me any good to have not had her on fucking my face, because the collar went as tight as it had been all day and with her pushing down on my face I was quickly dying!
Just before my reality nearly closed down to a single pin-prick of light, she suddenly stood up and moved quickly down my body, grabbed my engorged and swollen cock and pushed it into the slit covered with my spit and her juices. She felt so damn tight as she pushed my swollen and abused cock head into her furnace! I thought she would turn me into a diamond! I was hard and she was so tight and I swear to god I could feel the ripple of every muscle fiber in her tight little pussy rolling over every swollen nerve ending in my dick!!! I did not know if it was pleasure or pain and honestly I just did not care!!!
I was getting my breath and raised my head to see this perfect wasp shaped back sink the final inch down my shaft and completely sheath my cock inside of that sexy body! She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled at me. I will never forget that smile! The next thing I knew she was sliding up and down 9 inches of my flesh as fast as she could, slamming her ass down into my lower abdomen and bouncing up until I was almost slipping out of her before she dropped down into me again and again. I watched as long as I could, seeing the side of a boob flash out and watching her perfect heart shaped ass pounding into me like a machine.
She came down and began grinding hard on my hips, leaning so far forward that her little dark asshole was winking at me as her muscles contracted and relaxed, signaling the buildup of an incredible orgasm! I never knew that a pussy could clamp down as hard as hers did that night (or early morning)! I was honestly afraid that she was going to pop my cock right off or explode it like a squeezed balloon within her. My head flopped back again and I realized that my own orgasm was only seconds away as well.
I know I screamed and the bruises from the next few moments of struggle lasted for over a week! I came so hard that I sincere thought I was liquefying my entire being and all of me that existed was about to be boiled in my balls and shot through my cock and into her pussy. Juices, hers, mine ours splattered out all over me and I was vaguely aware of screams and shouts before I realized that the roaring was coming from my own throat and the higher pitched sounds were her swear words filling the night.
She fell forward, hair over my legs and my cock was still locked inside of her several minutes later. I had never had a fuck like that and never have since. She caught her breath and finally slid off of me. She began licking up the sticky congealing fluids that painted my body from knees to shoulders and then she picked up my cock and smiled at me. “You are still hard enough. Want to fuck again?”
I smiled at her and nodded. She undid the handcuffs that had my hands locked behind me and I nearly cried at my first attempts to move them. But then she picked up my still swollen cock and stuffed it inside of her and began a slow steady fuck, this time facing me, her hands on my shoulders, tits bouncing so temptingly and eyes staring fires into the very center of my brain! Within about 5 minutes she was cumming again and though I did not orgasm this time, I was not certain I could. Her pump job had done something to my cock and my joy was becoming concern.
She got up on wobbly legs, kissed me and told me she was going to take a shower and she would be right back out. While she was in the shower, I turned chicken. I undid my ankles, grabbed my clothes and nearly headed to the emergency room since my swollen cock barely fit inside my zipper, but I decided to sleep it off until morning. I made it home as the sun was rising and I realized she had kept me as her slave for more than 4 hours!!! I did not go back to that area for two weeks and when I did, there was an “Apartment for Rent” sign on the door.
I have had a lot of crazy nights of sex since that night and many of them have left me almost as rattled. But this is the only time in my life that one on one with just one other woman have I been so completely overwhelmed
It was late on a Fall night in 1984 and I was new to the city of Cincinnati and looking for some fun. I was 21 and had only had one lover and really not a lot of experience, though I thought I was a “wise man of the world.” I also knew that I had never seen any woman dressed in leather with makeup on that looked like she had just stepped out of a Robert Palmer video (if you are too young to know who that is, look up the “Addicted to Love” video). She was somewhere in her 30’s and had my mom seen her she would have said that she had applied the makeup with a spatula. But she was wearing small hole fishnet stockings that went up into hot pants, a leather jacket and a black tank top with a rip at its lowest point in order to put on display even more of her fabulous cleavage. Her black hair fell in tiny ringlets down to her shoulders and as I sat there shooting shit with other guys at the bar I noticed that more than one guy walked over to her table, spent a few minutes with her and then walked away. A couple of them visibly angry.
It was getting on toward 2:00 a.m. and I knew that if I was one of those leaving in the last half-hour of the night I would probably have the joy of meeting one of Cincinnati’s finest and getting to do a field sobriety test and I really was not certain I could pass one, so I put my money down on the counter and turned to leave. Besides, the lady I had been watching had left a few minutes earlier without me ever downing enough liquid courage to go over to her and be shot down like all of the others so it was time to head home and sleep it off.
I was just getting into my beat up LTD (think 1973 Land barge) when the dome light in the car parked next to me came on and I saw the woman from the bar, sitting alone in her car. She was looking for something in her purse. She looked up at me and smiled and then to my shock she gave me a half smile and a look that said, “could you not be an ass and help me?” So I got out of the car and she opened her door and looked over the top of her car at me. “You need help?” I asked.
“I hate this fucking car. I think it is the carburetor or maybe one of the asshats that know me from inside pissed in my gas, I don’t know, but it is dead and I don’t want to dick with it tonight. Could you give me a lift up into Mount Adams?” There were a couple of guys standing by the entrance to the bar and they were watching what was happening with a little too much interest. She saw me glance over that way and looked back at me quickly. “Name your price, just don’t leave me here,” she said quietly.
“Grab your stuff and lock your car up. Let’s get out of here before some of your friends do something else.” She ducked in her car, grabbed her purse, turned off the dome light and locked the doors and came around the front of her car as the two gentlemen tossed down cigarettes and started walking toward us. Now the nice thing about an LTD is that it is the next best thing to having a street legal main battle tank and it can pretty well go over anything, which came in handy as knives were suddenly in hands of the guys now jogging toward us. There was only a low berm and then a sidewalk between me and the street, so rather than back up and go “meet my new friends” we just went up and over the side walk and down Third Street in a hurry.
20 minutes later I was navigating the car through the narrow dark streets of Mount Adams, following the directions of my charge and praying none of the cops decided to check us out. When I got to her place, she directed me to a parking spot (which in that part of town back then was a luxury) and she put a tag on my rearview mirror as she invited me in. “I don’t know. I think I might just drive back to my place.” I said, suddenly uncertain about getting involved with a woman who attracted men with knives.
“You are shitting me? I invite you in and you are going to turn me down? Really?!?! Okay, but I will almost guarantee you will be arrested going downhill at this time of night. The cops don’t care if you are coming home drunk, but if you are drunk and going someplace else… I’m telling you right now you can come in and sober up with me or you can spend the rest of the jail in the drunk tank. It’s your choice.”
Well other than knowing that she was single, worked for an accounting firm and liked to have sex with younger men and that was her reason for the two men being mad at her, I knew nothing about her. But her logic made sense and I had realized while driving that I probably was well over the legal limit, so I got out of the car and followed her up the steps to her apartment above a restaurant.
My mind was slow, but I was putting together some interesting equations. She was sexy, liked younger men, was at least 10 years older, looked like sexy in high heels and I was going to be spending the night in her apartment…. And she had a hellacious ass that was basically begging for me to grab as she slowed her walk at the top of the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she unlocked the door, flipped on the light, let me in and locked the door behind us. “Okay, I have to admit I was watching you at the bar tonight. I kept hoping you would have the balls enough to buy me a drink or if you were just going to drool into you beer all night.” She took her jacket off and stood there facing me, fists on her hips, and nipples at full attention
“If I had, what would you have said If had walked over?”
“I would have asked you if you had ever been dominated by a woman and if you knew that a man who was hung from the gallows died with the best fucking hardon of his life”
My jaw dropped and then I laughed. She did not. So I stopped laughing as well and said, “No, I did not know that.” I finally said. Then I added, “I’m not certain I know what you mean by dominated.”
She just stared into my eyes for a bit, long enough that I was starting to feel very uncomfortable when she slowly closed the space between us and grabbed my balls and squeezed them. “It means I own these.” Her hand slid up and grabbed my cock and added, “and this.” She then brought her hand up and grabbed my chin. “It may mean this spends the rest of the night eating my pussy.” She walked around me. “if you want, there’s the couch. You can go over and lie down and I will not bother you…but if you want to have sex, and I mean sex like I am fucking certain that you, farm boy, have never had before, then….” She stopped, once again in front of me. “Then agree to let me own you tonight. Be my slave for tonight. In the morning you can go away and never come back or… well, we will deal with that then.”
For the next few minutes she taught me her rules and explained to me that for obedience, I would be rewarded and for disobedience, I would be punished. She told me that her goal with every new young man was to give them an erection that lasted an hour and an orgasm so strong that they pass out! I was skeptical and nearly laughed, but her look made it clear that she was dead serious. So I agreed.
“Strip now.”
“Yes Mistress”
She walked over to a small table and pulled a dog collar and leash out. By the time she walked back to me, I was just hastily stuffing my socks in my shoes. She commanded I lift my chin and quickly slid the collar around my neck. I had never seen a collar exactly like this one. First it was wide where it fit around most of my neck, but the strap part that fit through the D-ring was much thinner with a reinforced ring at the end. And she hooked the leash to the ring….effectively making it a choker!
She did not give me any kind of warning, she just let some of the chain from the leash drop to the floor, stepped over it, trapping it between her heel and toe of her shoe and she yanked… hard! The collar squeezed around my throat and almost immediately I grabbed for the collar to pull it loose! “Kneel and live, or die fighting.” She said. I immediately dropped to my knees and was able to breathe again. I looked up into her face and she smiled down at me. “You learn quickly. That’s good, but you have a lot to learn.” I was beginning to wonder if the lessons were worth it.
“Lick my boots. Get them nice and shiny for me!” and with that she gave the chain a good yank Now I had seen some pictures of Femdom and always found them exciting, but she was definitely taking me into new territory! She had me shining her boots with my spit, all the while flashing me underboob and a few shots of her pussy. She was shaved bare and that was something completely new to me back then!!
She reached down and grabbed my ass and then started whipping my bottom with the leather part of the leash. She made me stop and take off all of my clothes and then she pulled me back down to her feet. Now, she dragged her fingernails over my back and ass; she switched to whipping my bare ass and a couple of times the whip wrapped around and caught my scrotum. I quickly learned not to stop licking though, no matter how bad something hurt, because she would just start choking me down and doing whatever it was that hurt, over and over again!
I have no idea how long things went on but she had let me lick my way almost up to beneath the edge of her hot pants shorts when she suddenly stepped away from me, ordered me to my feet and led me back to her bedroom. She had things there that to this day I shudder wondering about what she used them for! She had me lie down on my back on a steamer trunk and then proceeded to cuff my hands to the bottom of the trunk and then lock my legs apart and then connected the broomstick to the trunk somehow.
“I like young cocks. For me, I love showing young men just how hard they really can get and how much fun I can take from those young hard dicks!!!” She said as she stood up next to me and slowly took off her clothes revealing a sexy, mature body with curves and muscles and all kinds of eye candy. If she was wanting to see how hard she could make me, she was on the right track!!!
She picked up the chain and I had not noticed, but hanging among the branches of an old-fashioned chandelier type light fixture above my head was a chain with a steel circle at its end. She fed the chain through the circle and then reached down and adjusted my collar so the D ring was facing more up than it had been. I did not fight her because I had no idea what I was about to experience.
She straddled my hips, rubbing the insides of her silken thighs up and down the top and outsides of my thighs and hips. I could see her pussy lips and they shone in the dim light of the room. “You like what you see and what you are feeling, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You like looking at my tits; how my nipples are all hard and pointing out in front of me, is that it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And I see your eyes on my pussy. It is very wet because of you. Did you know that? My pussy can’t wait to feel your cock sliding into it, all hard and fat and ready to cum…. Is that what you want?”
“Oh Yes! Mistress. Please Mistress!”
“Good. Do you know where the term, ‘hung well’ comes from?”
I had no idea so I honestly said, “No Mistress.”
She lowered herself and I thought at first she was going to fuck me, but instead she put my dick flat on my belly and spread her pussy lips to either side of my cock!!! My girlfriend had never done anything like this (at least not intentionally) and having her look down at me like a wolf about to devour a lamb, had me close to blowing my load!
Then she pulled hard on the chain and I started to try and free myself, but I realized in a panic that she was choking me! “Being hung well dates back to when men were hung publicly for their crimes and men that slowly choked to death would get the best hard on of their lives, and it would be so big that people back in the back of the mobs could often see their erections. So they were said to be ‘well hung’.” With that she released the chain and I gasped in a deep breath and coughed a couple of times.
She leaned forward and pressed hard down on my chest, her nipples were pressed to mine; the heels of her hands pressing down on my diagram. “I plan on finding out just how well hung you are before tonight is over!” she whispered before biting my lower lip almost hard enough to break skin!!
And so she brought herself to at least three orgasms by pushing me to the edge of u*********sness and then releasing me. My body was covered in sweat and indeed, about the only thing that I could feel was my cock and it felt enormous as it throbbed in need of just a little more than she was willing to give to me!
I realized at some point she got up off of me and was coming back over to me with a long glass jar and a hose at the end of it. She slid my hard wet dick into it and then pushed the opening into me firmly before pumping a bulb type of thing on the hose, kind of like what they have for blood pressure readers. Suddenly my cock was being sucked into the glass jar deeper and deeper!
After several pumps, she stopped and grabbed a fistful of my hair so that I could look down and see what she had done. My penis, which was of average length and a little wider than most appeared to be nearly 10 inches long and almost filling the glass cylinder that I swear a bear can could have slid into! “Now that is the size of cock I want to fuck… but I think you can get it bigger!!!”
She slammed my head back down onto the chest and the whole room began to spin. Between the shot to my head and the repeated time of oxygen deprivation, I was really close to blacking out! Suddenly I was aware that her thighs were to either side of my face and her soaking wet, hot pussy was descending onto my face!!
I had learned to eat pussy from my sister, Kay. She not only made me do her, but she taught me how to do it right! We each enjoyed the oral part of sex so much that even though we lost our virginity together at a very early age, we still mainly enjoy 69 and oral positions to this day! So I certainly was no stranger to this… And it was a good thing too because had it not been a reflex.
She had really meaty labial lips that were soaked!! I pulled fleshy flaps between my lips and flicked my pointed tongue deep into her then ran the flat of it back and forth across her clit. She was moaning and rocking her hips back and forth across my face had just begun lapping her clit and really beginning to enjoy a creamy flow from her when I felt the pressure on my cock suddenly relax and the cylinder be pulled off of my cock. It was hyper sensitive and I moaned when she dropped it back onto my belly. It felt like a baseball bat!
Then she pulled the chain and everything in me tensed up. I could hear her laugh as she crushed herself down over my face covering my mouth and nose with her cunt and ass. It would not have done me any good to have not had her on fucking my face, because the collar went as tight as it had been all day and with her pushing down on my face I was quickly dying!
Just before my reality nearly closed down to a single pin-prick of light, she suddenly stood up and moved quickly down my body, grabbed my engorged and swollen cock and pushed it into the slit covered with my spit and her juices. She felt so damn tight as she pushed my swollen and abused cock head into her furnace! I thought she would turn me into a diamond! I was hard and she was so tight and I swear to god I could feel the ripple of every muscle fiber in her tight little pussy rolling over every swollen nerve ending in my dick!!! I did not know if it was pleasure or pain and honestly I just did not care!!!
I was getting my breath and raised my head to see this perfect wasp shaped back sink the final inch down my shaft and completely sheath my cock inside of that sexy body! She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled at me. I will never forget that smile! The next thing I knew she was sliding up and down 9 inches of my flesh as fast as she could, slamming her ass down into my lower abdomen and bouncing up until I was almost slipping out of her before she dropped down into me again and again. I watched as long as I could, seeing the side of a boob flash out and watching her perfect heart shaped ass pounding into me like a machine.
She came down and began grinding hard on my hips, leaning so far forward that her little dark asshole was winking at me as her muscles contracted and relaxed, signaling the buildup of an incredible orgasm! I never knew that a pussy could clamp down as hard as hers did that night (or early morning)! I was honestly afraid that she was going to pop my cock right off or explode it like a squeezed balloon within her. My head flopped back again and I realized that my own orgasm was only seconds away as well.
I know I screamed and the bruises from the next few moments of struggle lasted for over a week! I came so hard that I sincere thought I was liquefying my entire being and all of me that existed was about to be boiled in my balls and shot through my cock and into her pussy. Juices, hers, mine ours splattered out all over me and I was vaguely aware of screams and shouts before I realized that the roaring was coming from my own throat and the higher pitched sounds were her swear words filling the night.
She fell forward, hair over my legs and my cock was still locked inside of her several minutes later. I had never had a fuck like that and never have since. She caught her breath and finally slid off of me. She began licking up the sticky congealing fluids that painted my body from knees to shoulders and then she picked up my cock and smiled at me. “You are still hard enough. Want to fuck again?”
I smiled at her and nodded. She undid the handcuffs that had my hands locked behind me and I nearly cried at my first attempts to move them. But then she picked up my still swollen cock and stuffed it inside of her and began a slow steady fuck, this time facing me, her hands on my shoulders, tits bouncing so temptingly and eyes staring fires into the very center of my brain! Within about 5 minutes she was cumming again and though I did not orgasm this time, I was not certain I could. Her pump job had done something to my cock and my joy was becoming concern.
She got up on wobbly legs, kissed me and told me she was going to take a shower and she would be right back out. While she was in the shower, I turned chicken. I undid my ankles, grabbed my clothes and nearly headed to the emergency room since my swollen cock barely fit inside my zipper, but I decided to sleep it off until morning. I made it home as the sun was rising and I realized she had kept me as her slave for more than 4 hours!!! I did not go back to that area for two weeks and when I did, there was an “Apartment for Rent” sign on the door.
I have had a lot of crazy nights of sex since that night and many of them have left me almost as rattled. But this is the only time in my life that one on one with just one other woman have I been so completely overwhelmed
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