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She tilted her head to the side, lifted her cigarette holder up to her lips, inhaled deeply and on her exhale ordered me to stroke my cock for her as smoke cascaded around both of our bodies. Grabbing the oil off the patio table, I pumped a generous amount onto my cock and wrapped my right hand around it tightly, and the fingers on my left hand around my balls, pulling them so the sac was plump and purple.
Her eyes are fixated on my performance as I try to keep a slow and steady pace with as much restraint as I could muster.
Her watching me intently as she smoked her cigarette was so intensely erotic that I could hardly contain myself but I miraculously maintained and kept stroking. I had to make this last.
After several moments I began to lose myself; wave after intense wave started to flush over me - I still tried to watch her watch me but my show was reduced to only me using long slow strokes in earnest with one hand as my other pulls and squeezed my balls - my feet pushing up my body towards the back of the chair making my hips raise up in front of her.
Without me seeing her do this right away: she leaned towards me while she reached for the bottle of oil on the patio table. She had already coated one of her hands by the time I catch her doing this and already she is looming over my hard, pulsating cock.
My immediate assumption was that she intended to take over the show, and she did, but not like I expected.
Her hand had passed my cock and balls to rest her fingertips upon my asshole. Her fingers found their target causing me to pause for a moment, and that moment had me at the precipice of unexpected bliss as her fingers proceeded to enter me.
My exclamation of surprise and ecstasy could not be contained. My moan carried into the humid night air. Her sexy, beautiful lips puckered in a sultry expression as she kept up the pressure, pushing her few fingers up in me further till she reached the last knuckle.
The initial surprise of her action subsided and I picked up where I left off - stoking off to my Goddess, but now with me at her mercy as she slid her fingers slowly in and out of my ass - her eyes expressly reading my reaction.
Suddenly, I felt more pressure against the wall of my ass, I could feel that she was using more fingers as she opened my hole wider, my eyes uncontrollably rolled back in my head as I let out a much louder moan than my earlier one. “Oh, my god, baby!” I uttered. “Yes, baby!”, she responded - smiling. “I’m going to fuck you with my whole hand.”
“No!”, I responded breathlessly, but my mind reeled with the thought. I wanted it badly and she knew it… but then, me lifting up my legs to allow her better access like a bitch in heat may have been a big give-away. “Yes.”, she continued and proceeded to stretch my hole even further, waves flooded me, feeling her hand opening me up and going deeper into me. “I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fisting your ass now.” “No.” I said weakly. “It can’t be.” I couldn’t believe she was doing it - even more that she was saying it out loud. Boasting. She had me totally in her control.
“It’s my whole hand, baby.” She whispered loudly.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck me, baby!” The response blasted out of me as if I had been begging her to fist me like a whore all day and I had gotten my dream answered. But this was a total surprise - it was like she read my mind.
“Cum for me, baby.” She cooed - I wanted this slice of heaven to last a bit longer but also I wanted to show my mistress how much I appreciated her explicit attentions by shooting my load at her behest… I got greedy and did my best to make it last.
The secession of waves had become intensified and constant. My cock was stretched to the point where even I was amazed and my Mistress kept working her hand into me in earnest with moans of approval and soft encouragement of my acceptance of her hand. Loud moans could not be suppressed, I let them out as I writhed uncontrollably on her hand. Mistress’s expression was of seductive power, it was obvious that she loved the control over me, and over any man if she so desired, but at this moment she let out a low sexy growl that led me to the brink of ecstasy; “Yeahhh…”.
There was no more resistance in me at this point, my release was the inevitable tidal wave that sent my senses into overwhelming shockwaves of pleasure.
A few spurts of cum jetted up out from the crown of my cock and led rivulets of the remaining juices coating my hand. I worked this purchase into my cock slowly to present Mistress with a show of what She inspired. Through my paralytic interlude, I caught a glimpse of Mistress’s face, still pumping her hand into me, or me riding her hand (so hard to tell at that point), her lips smiling broadly in satisfaction looking down at the result of her work. Then, after bringing up the cigarette, and taking a long final drag, she let loose a big plume of smoke from her lips and slowly withdrew her hand from me.
I was still spasmodic and in a state of uselessness. Mistress leaned back in her chair enjoying the visage of her “handy”work and finished her cigarette.
Her eyes are fixated on my performance as I try to keep a slow and steady pace with as much restraint as I could muster.
Her watching me intently as she smoked her cigarette was so intensely erotic that I could hardly contain myself but I miraculously maintained and kept stroking. I had to make this last.
After several moments I began to lose myself; wave after intense wave started to flush over me - I still tried to watch her watch me but my show was reduced to only me using long slow strokes in earnest with one hand as my other pulls and squeezed my balls - my feet pushing up my body towards the back of the chair making my hips raise up in front of her.
Without me seeing her do this right away: she leaned towards me while she reached for the bottle of oil on the patio table. She had already coated one of her hands by the time I catch her doing this and already she is looming over my hard, pulsating cock.
My immediate assumption was that she intended to take over the show, and she did, but not like I expected.
Her hand had passed my cock and balls to rest her fingertips upon my asshole. Her fingers found their target causing me to pause for a moment, and that moment had me at the precipice of unexpected bliss as her fingers proceeded to enter me.
My exclamation of surprise and ecstasy could not be contained. My moan carried into the humid night air. Her sexy, beautiful lips puckered in a sultry expression as she kept up the pressure, pushing her few fingers up in me further till she reached the last knuckle.
The initial surprise of her action subsided and I picked up where I left off - stoking off to my Goddess, but now with me at her mercy as she slid her fingers slowly in and out of my ass - her eyes expressly reading my reaction.
Suddenly, I felt more pressure against the wall of my ass, I could feel that she was using more fingers as she opened my hole wider, my eyes uncontrollably rolled back in my head as I let out a much louder moan than my earlier one. “Oh, my god, baby!” I uttered. “Yes, baby!”, she responded - smiling. “I’m going to fuck you with my whole hand.”
“No!”, I responded breathlessly, but my mind reeled with the thought. I wanted it badly and she knew it… but then, me lifting up my legs to allow her better access like a bitch in heat may have been a big give-away. “Yes.”, she continued and proceeded to stretch my hole even further, waves flooded me, feeling her hand opening me up and going deeper into me. “I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fisting your ass now.” “No.” I said weakly. “It can’t be.” I couldn’t believe she was doing it - even more that she was saying it out loud. Boasting. She had me totally in her control.
“It’s my whole hand, baby.” She whispered loudly.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck me, baby!” The response blasted out of me as if I had been begging her to fist me like a whore all day and I had gotten my dream answered. But this was a total surprise - it was like she read my mind.
“Cum for me, baby.” She cooed - I wanted this slice of heaven to last a bit longer but also I wanted to show my mistress how much I appreciated her explicit attentions by shooting my load at her behest… I got greedy and did my best to make it last.
The secession of waves had become intensified and constant. My cock was stretched to the point where even I was amazed and my Mistress kept working her hand into me in earnest with moans of approval and soft encouragement of my acceptance of her hand. Loud moans could not be suppressed, I let them out as I writhed uncontrollably on her hand. Mistress’s expression was of seductive power, it was obvious that she loved the control over me, and over any man if she so desired, but at this moment she let out a low sexy growl that led me to the brink of ecstasy; “Yeahhh…”.
There was no more resistance in me at this point, my release was the inevitable tidal wave that sent my senses into overwhelming shockwaves of pleasure.
A few spurts of cum jetted up out from the crown of my cock and led rivulets of the remaining juices coating my hand. I worked this purchase into my cock slowly to present Mistress with a show of what She inspired. Through my paralytic interlude, I caught a glimpse of Mistress’s face, still pumping her hand into me, or me riding her hand (so hard to tell at that point), her lips smiling broadly in satisfaction looking down at the result of her work. Then, after bringing up the cigarette, and taking a long final drag, she let loose a big plume of smoke from her lips and slowly withdrew her hand from me.
I was still spasmodic and in a state of uselessness. Mistress leaned back in her chair enjoying the visage of her “handy”work and finished her cigarette.
