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My husband brings a present to satisfy me.
My husband (now ex), told me his side of this story when he returned
from a business trip to China. As he walked through a market one
evening, he was approached by a strange Chinese man who told him he had
a gift for his wife. The Chinese man said he knew that my husband didn't
satisfy me sexually, no one man had or ever could satisfy me, his
present was the only true satisfaction I would ever achieve.
He handed my husband a box "You must not open the box, if anyone but Roz
opens it, I cannot be responsible for what will happen. She and only she
must open the box, and tell her to be on her own when she opens it for
the first time." As suddenly as he appeared, he was gone, leaving my
husband with a lot of unasked questions.
He was, quite reasonably, worried about this. Taking a strange box out
of the country and into Britain is very risky given all the airline
checks they carry out. He took the box back to his hotel and looked at
it for days, wanting to open it but for some reason he just couldn't. He
thought about leaving it when he returned home - but again, a feeling he
couldn't explain had stopped him.
Instead, he packed it carefully in the middle of his suitcase and prayed
that he wouldn't get stopped. Fortunately, he didn't or I would have
missed the experience of a lifetime and you would never have heard my story.
The reader needs to know that my husband and I hardly talked at this
point and we slept in separate rooms. Despite this, when he arrived
back, I still asked if he had brought me anything back from his trip. He
had he told me - perfume - a safe bet.
"Is that all?" I asked. I don't know why I expected more, but I did.
"Why, what did you expect?"
"I don't know, I just thought you might have brought me something else."
It was then he told me the story about the box. The bit about being on
my own when I open it was weird. To be honest, I had a bit of a go at
him, I thought he was taking the piss, but his off hand attitude
eventually convinced me that this story might be genuine so I decided to
at least open it and see what was inside.
I went upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door, part of me felt that
this was just his little joke and it would be a stupid present, but
somewhere inside me, in a place I couldn't focus on, was a feeling that
something important was going to happen. I opened the box; there was a
note inside, and another, smaller box. The note read:
"You have been blessed and cursed with a body that demands sexual
release in ways that no man has ever truly satisfied. Our gift to you
will provide you with that satisfaction for as long as you wish it.
Before opening the second box, you must prepare yourself thoroughly. You
will remove all of your clothing and lie down as if ready for one of
your many lovers. Try to imagine that you are about to make love to the
most wonderful man you have ever met, this will not be difficult for
you, your imagination is one of your many sexual strengths."
This was really weird. Again, I had a horrible thought that this was an
elaborate joke and leaving the box I went back down to confront my husband.
"Is this some kind of sick joke you bastard, if this is a wind up and
you've brought me a vibrator from China, I'll swing for you?"
"You don't have to believe me, I've told you everything I know, I'm off
out, this is just too strange. Now I've handed it over, you can do what
you like with it."
"No, don't go, don't leave." I wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or
scared, but scared was winning.
"Don't open it if you don't want to, I only brought it back because for
some reason I couldn't leave it there."
"I have to open it, but there was a note inside, here read it." I passed
him the note and waited for his reaction.
"Shit, this gets more and more scary; did I tell you this guy knew your
name? In fact from this note he knows you pretty well. Whatever this is,
I'm out of here, and you can't involve me in this."
"You brought it, you have to help, and I’m not going to open it unless
you're at least in the house."
Although he hesitated, he finally agreed that he would stay in the house
while I opened the box, but he insisted on knowing what I wanted him to
do. I agreed that if he thought I needed help, he should come into my
bedroom and whatever happened I wouldn't get angry. On that note, I told
him I was going to do what it said, I was even going to have a bath and
prepare myself. For some reason, I asked him if he would come upstairs
and talk to me about all of this while I was in the bath. When he
hesitated I even talked him into it.
Although we slept in separate rooms, there were still times when we both
got randy enough to fuck. OK so it was mostly when I got myself turned
on and didn't get sorted out by someone else, however, my point is that
it wasn't too strange when I was lying in the bath and he knocked on the
door.
We talked about the events so far and he had me at least 80% convinced
that this wasn't a wind up. As I lay in the bath, I didn't cover myself
and let my legs open as wide as the bath would allow. I pretended that I
was washing but in reality both he and I knew I was playing with myself.
This whole thing was making me feel very horny.
I watched his face as I quite intentionally paid too much attention to
rubbing myself between my legs. His eyes were drawn to my honey pot, and
the look on his face was all I needed to see.
"Will you wash my back while we talk?" He soaped the loofah and gave my
back a good scrubbing while we carried on talking about why I felt an
overpowering need to open my present and why I was going through all
this preparation when I should really just go and open it.
"Do you want to wash my front as well?" I lay back in the bath making
sure he had a good view of my nipples that were now standing out like
corks. I made sure my legs were spread as wide as the bath would allow
and let the fingers of my right hand play gently over my pussy lips.
He laughed "What, for old times sake?" but he put the loofah down and
after soaping his hands he started massaging my shoulders and down over
my breasts. His fingers rubbed and pulled at my swollen nipples until I
started to moan softly. His soapy hands slid easily over the small firm
mounds, his slippery fingers couldn't grip my nipples so that each time
he squeezed one, it popped out sending shivers through my whole body.
My mind and body were on fire, it was like there was a direct line
between my nipples and my pussy. Each time he twisted a nipple I felt
like I was having a tiny orgasm. He spent what felt like forever playing
with me, bringing me close to a proper orgasm just from massaging my
breasts. Eventually, as I was beginning to think I'd have to tell him
where I wanted his hands to go next, they slid down soaping over my
stomach until his left hand eased between my legs pushing my own hand
out of the way. His soapy finger slid easily between the folds of my
cunt lips and he started to finger me.
I could feel him watching me for my reaction, I didn't need to fake
anything, I love a man's fingers inside me. I groaned loudly and eased
my legs up onto the sides of the tub to make his access easier. He
pushed his middle finger deep into my cunt until his knuckles stopped
his progress. Then pulling his finger free, he used my juices to
lubricate my clitoris as he pressed hard, rubbing small circles in the
way he knew would make me cum. I sensed him soaping his other hand but I
still gasped in surprise when he slid it below the water to rub across
the crack of my bum. He knows I like my bum being stroked, it turns me
on. I even like it when a man pushes his finger through the resistance
and penetrates me. Before you all ask, yes, I have been known to let a
few lucky cocks fuck me in there as well.
I wanted to let him make me cum, I didn't want him to stop, but I knew
where I wanted this to go and I mustn't lose control.
"Will you shave me, I want to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom, will you
do it for me?" He didn't even answer, just took the foam and razor I'd
left on the side of the bath and began to lather the area round my pubic
hair.
"Do you trust me to do this? I could cause you a lot of pain down here."
I knew that wasn't going to happen, all I did was gasp as his fingers
pulled my cunt lips apart. He worked carefully to remove every small
trace of hair. We both knew that his fingers didn't really need to be
inside me as much as they were, but I was too far gone to worry about that.
"Finger fuck me again ..... like you used to ... use your thumb to fuck
me ... turn me on ......, make me wet." My speech was coming in short
busts now as I felt more and more randy. His hands flowed over the
smooth skin of my freshly shaven mound, he was enjoying the effect he
was having on me. So was I. His hand turned so his thumb could penetrate
my well lubricated hole, at the same time as his palm rubbed over and
around my clit sending me into raptures. As he drove me towards my
orgasm I almost gave up on the final part of my plan and let him finish
me off like this.
"Put your head between my legs, you know how much I love that. I need to
cum, make me cum with your tongue." I climbed up and sat on the side of
the bath not caring about how much water I sprayed around. I leant as
far back as I could, opening my legs wide. I love watching a mans head
as he works his magic on me, and whatever problems we had, his tongue
had always been a little bit of magic. I don't always cum with oral sex,
but I knew straight away that this one would be good. I felt my orgasm
start in my tummy and begin to spread until it consumed every last bit
of me.
I heard a voice, it must be my own. "Oh fuck yes, ahhh .... don't stop
I'm there, harder, tongue me harder, please, please, please ....
ahhhhhhh." I was pushing my cunt into his face as my hips bucked through
what was the biggest oral orgasm I'd ever had. I slid off the edge of
the bath, unable to hold myself up. He followed me down onto the floor
and carried on tonguing me gently for what felt like several minutes as
I slowly came back down. Eventually, my brain took control again and I
remembered why I was here.
I sat back up onto the edge of the bath; I was at the perfect height to
see the healthy swelling in his shorts. Even I wasn't selfish enough to
leave him to look after himself.
"I'm not going to let you fuck me, I'm not really sure why not, but I
owe you at least some relief." I pulled his shorts and underpants down
and took him into my mouth, sucking greedily on a lovely hard cock that
wasn't going to last long before it exploded. Sure enough, the tell tale
grunts and the way he started to fuck my face instead of letting me do
the work let me know I was going to get a load, and very soon. I can't
remember when I last let him cum in my mouth, but I was so randy I
didn't even think of pulling back. I felt the first spurts hit the back
of my throat and I sucked and swallowed until he'd finished twitching
inside me.
"Fuck." he muttered, "Whatever this is all about, it's got you all
worked up. I can't wait to find out what's going on. At least it got me
a top class blow job."
"Fuck off," was my only retort and after brushing my teeth, I headed off
towards my bedroom with a parting "Don't forget to hang around for a
while until I know what's in that box." I felt his eyes follow my naked
body as I walked towards my bedroom. Call me a bitch, but I loved
knowing I could make him fuck me any time I liked.
I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the box for several minutes, I
knew I was going to open it but I was a bit apprehensive. I also felt
just a bit foolish after the mad, but very enjoyable preparations.
Eventually I arranged the pillows on my bed for maximum comfort, lay
back, opened my legs as wide as they would go and slowly eased open the
lid on the second box.
It was a bit of an anti-climax at first, just a clear stone. Actually
more like opaque glass. I touched it, it was soft, oh god, it changed.
Sometimes it was soft, sometimes hard. I decided to take it out of the box.
"bloody hell" it came out by itself, it moved and was now sitting in my
hand; how the fuck did it do that?
It was like it was waiting for me to do something. I was a bit spooked
and decided to put it back in the box. Before I could move, it slid
gently back on it's own. It was like I could tell it what to do. I
closed the box lid and imagined it on my hand. Nothing happened so I
opened the box again and pictured it moving onto the cushion beside me.
It slid smoothly into exactly the position I imagined. I imagined in on
my ankle, then cold, then warm, hard and soft. Every time the reaction
was instant. I "thought" it back into the box and closed the lid.
"Oh shit I must be dreaming this isn't possible." My mind was racing,
should I stop and go and talk to Darren. No, neither of these, if this
is a dream I’ll make the most of it and at least have a really good
dream. Just what was this thing capable of; it was advertised as the
solution to my sexual frustration, so I decided to find out.
I love having my neck kissed and nibbled. I lay back on the pillows
again, opened the box and closed my eyes. As the thoughts entered my
head, delicate lips nuzzled my neck sending waves of passion through my
nerve endings. My mind moved on to hands gently massaging my neck
muscles as the lips continued their sensual dance over the delicate skin
below and up into my hair line.
Through the growing pleasurable sensations my mind became aware that I
could tell my lover (yes, I was starting to think of it like that
already), more than one thing at a time. How far could I go?
Mmmm, there was no rush, this was weird but delicious. If this was a
dream, I didn't want it to end just yet. I lay back letting the warm
sensations run down my body. I've always had a great imagination, even
as a young girl I would masturbate while I let my mind run wild. As I've
got older, my fantasies have become wilder and wilder. All I had to do
was relax, let my thoughts take over and see what happened.
I let my mind take control. I slipped smoothly into my favourite fantasy
and my lovers (now there were 3 of them), responded to my thoughts. I
was like a conductor playing an orchestra. The pair of hands massaging
my shoulders expanded their interest, stroking my cheeks and playing
over the skin of my shoulders. The lips carried on their gentle arousal
of my neck, I was in heaven.
I felt one of my toes, the big toe on my right foot, being sucked and
nibbled. The sensations from my foot and neck met in the centre of my
body. A pair of hands stroked my calves sending shivers up my legs,
goose bumps crawled over my skin.
"Don't rush, don't rush, these lovers will take their time." The voice
in my head was fighting against the feelings coursing through my body,
feelings that wanted to tell my lovers to fuck me hard, now.
The hands on my calves pushed gently and opened my legs wider; did I
tell them to do that? I could feel my juices flowing.
The butterflies in the pit of my stomach were so strong my hips were
starting to twist and grind although there was nothing to grind against.
At my command the third pair of hands started to run over my stomach.
Fingers left imaginary trails as they moved up towards my breasts and
back down over the smooth skin of my ribs. Sharp nails teased, but never
touched me where a real lover would have been unable to resist.
Should I open my eyes and watch my body being pampered by its lovers?
No, the fantasy and the feelings were enough, stay in my dream.
I needed to feel my breasts being fondled and my nipples pulled. I
wanted to feel lips sucking and teeth biting gently as they tug on my
flesh. Hands immediately followed my wish. Warm, soft fingers pulled at
me and rough workers palms rubbed across the tips making them stand out
like small erect penises. I heard myself moan with sexual pleasure. The
mouth nibbling my toes kissed higher up my legs, climbing past my knees
and licking the inside of my thighs. Lips roamed over my upper thighs
tracing patterns around the tops of my legs and round where my pubic
hair had been until minutes ago. Despite the fact that I controlled it,
my fantasy still allowed me to become excited at what might happen next.
I swear I could feel hot breath on my pussy lips before even the
lightest touch. There was no contact until a soft wet tongue flicked
across my clitoris making my stomach lurch and my hips jerk towards the
source of pleasure. I gasped loudly, suddenly aware that I hadn't been
breathing. The tongue drew small circles round my bud, just how I like
it. With just the right pressure it teased me, making me wait. I felt a
finger, just one, slide easily between my pussy lips as the tongue
increased the pressure and speed. I felt my lips slowly spread in a way
I never have before as the finger grew inside me to the perfect size.
My mind had accepted my lover the way it would accept a new vibrator,
but the fantasy was more real because I have no physical part to play in
the pleasure I was receiving. While I was aware that there were no
bodies behind the hands and tongue, my brain told me that this made it
even more of a turn on.
I could hear my own moans as if they were someone else as my lover's
tongue flicks over my lips with just the right pressure. It slid down
over my pussy; I could feel my juices flowing in a way I hadn't felt for
a long time. The longest tongue I have ever had between my legs slid
into my body replacing the finger, then out again repeating its journey
around my most personal parts.
Hands pulled at my nipples and kisses rained down on my neck. My feet
and ankles were being stimulated as a perfect tongue licked me out like
never before. I came hard, my body thrashing around as surge after surge
of intense emotions took me to heaven and back. Where no real lover
could have held onto me or tongued me through the gymnastics of my
climaxes, my new toy stayed on me. It made me cum over and over in long
lung wrenching surges of pure lust that left me physically drained and
gasping for air.
As my senses slowly returned I ordered my lover back into his box and
closed the lid while I recovered and thought through what had just
happened. Should I go downstairs and tell my husband. No fuck him, he
can wait. This was the best of both worlds. My lover gave me all the
feelings a real lover could because it was someone (or something) else
doing everything. It also had the advantage of my vibrators in that I
knew it wasn't going to cum and stop before I finished.
I was ready for more now. I opened the box and moved to the dressing
table letting another of my favourite fantasies take over.
As I leant down with my arms on the table, I looked at myself in the
mirror. Up until now, I'd been more comfortable with my eyes closed. Now
I kept my eyes open to watch my reflection as an invisible cock filled
me from behind. This I couldn't do with a vibrator.
My tits were hanging down and swaying as the most perfect sized and
shaped cock slid smoothly in and out of my pussy. I opened my legs wider
to improve the feelings as 2 hands slid round my body, squeezing my
breasts and nipples just hard enough to cause that beautiful, sensual
level of pain. I almost lost my train of thought as I saw the expression
on my face. My mouth was hanging open, tiny beads of sweat were forming
on my brow.
My face contorted and my eyes formed tiny slits as my expression
reflected pure sexual ecstasy. The feelings escalated as I was fucked
harder and harder, faster and faster It never missed a beat and I came,
my head sank onto my arms as my lover kept going, nowhere near his own
climax. He took me higher and I was having another wonderful orgasm
seconds after the first, I could hear myself moaning.
As a final groan escaped my lips, I felt the pounding slow down. I found
myself hoping that he knew not to stop, just keep fucking me slowly - of
course he did, how stupid of me.
My breath was coming in short gasps but I knew I wasn't finished yet.
The hands kept stroking my breasts and tweaking my nipples and I was
still being fucked from behind, just slowly. I wanted, and got, a finger
playing with my rear hole, my arse. It's such a nasty word.
I love my arse hole being played with while I'm being fucked, and right
now I was being beautifully fucked with long slow strokes. I wasn't
ready to cum again yet but I just loved the combination of having a rock
hard cock sliding smoothly in and out of my body, and what I imagined as
a slender finger pushing against and rubbing my tiny hole. I felt it
just barely pushing through the resistance, and giving me what felt like
tiny anal orgasms.
I was carried from the dressing table back to the bed. My lover was
strong enough to pick me up off the floor and suspend me in mid air
without missing a single thrust. I was on my back now lying on the bed,
legs spread as wide as they would go and high in the air. My knees
almost touched my shoulders as the pace of the cock fucking me
increased. I was being taken anally by a smaller but equally hard cock.
For the first time in my life, my pussy and my arse were being fucked at
the same time.
The pace quickened, both of my holes were being stretched as the organs
pumping into them grew larger. My hips were lifted until I was hardly
touching the bed. I was thrashing around, twisting and turning as the
angles I was being taken at sent my mind and body into areas they had
never been.
Hands closed over my breasts. They brought relief from the vicious
shaking they were receiving as they bounced back and forth in time with
the pounding between my legs. Fingers closed over both nipples pulling
hard upwards sending me spiralling over the edge towards another mind
numbing orgasm.
I heard my shouts growing louder as my orgasm approached. I screamed out
loud in sexual heaven. No one had ever taken me to these heights. I
still don't know if I was having lots of orgasms or one huge long one
but my lover didn't stop, didn't slow down and drove me higher and
higher. My screams reached a crescendo as my mind told both cocks to cum
inside me at the same time filling me with their seed. I felt them pump
inside me but they still didn't stop.
The door burst open and my husband rushed in. I knew I was screaming. I
could feel the sweat pouring off me, my hair was matted to my face with
the sheer adrenalin of the orgasms that had torn my body and mind apart.
"What the fuck ....." The words stalled on his lips ...
I was aware of him watching as my inhuman lovers pounded into me harder
and deeper as they pumped me full of their fluids. I was cuming and
cuming noisily until I couldn't keep it up any longer. I mentally
commanded my lover to lower me back onto the bed and climb into his box.
I reached across and closed the lid.
"I heard you scream, but you don't look like you're in trouble to me.
What the hell was that, how could it do that? Fuck that's the horniest
thing I've ever seen in my life you should see the fuckin state you're in."
Then he was on me and inside me before I could stop him. He stood at the
side of the bed and opened my legs wide pulling them up onto his
shoulders and sliding his hard cock into my soaking wet cunt. Without
any finesse, he started ramming into me as hard as he could.
I can't imagine how, but I came again as he emptied himself into me. It
only took a few minutes he was so turned on listening to me moaning and
witnessing my final climax. He admitted afterwards that he was hoping
I'd make enough noise to justify him coming in so he could see what was
in the box.
It was the last time I ever let him fuck me, let's face it; I didn't
need any man again. It turned out that this wasn't quite true. Although
my lover has served me well for many years; I still prefer a real live
cock given the choice, just not his.
My husband (now ex), told me his side of this story when he returned
from a business trip to China. As he walked through a market one
evening, he was approached by a strange Chinese man who told him he had
a gift for his wife. The Chinese man said he knew that my husband didn't
satisfy me sexually, no one man had or ever could satisfy me, his
present was the only true satisfaction I would ever achieve.
He handed my husband a box "You must not open the box, if anyone but Roz
opens it, I cannot be responsible for what will happen. She and only she
must open the box, and tell her to be on her own when she opens it for
the first time." As suddenly as he appeared, he was gone, leaving my
husband with a lot of unasked questions.
He was, quite reasonably, worried about this. Taking a strange box out
of the country and into Britain is very risky given all the airline
checks they carry out. He took the box back to his hotel and looked at
it for days, wanting to open it but for some reason he just couldn't. He
thought about leaving it when he returned home - but again, a feeling he
couldn't explain had stopped him.
Instead, he packed it carefully in the middle of his suitcase and prayed
that he wouldn't get stopped. Fortunately, he didn't or I would have
missed the experience of a lifetime and you would never have heard my story.
The reader needs to know that my husband and I hardly talked at this
point and we slept in separate rooms. Despite this, when he arrived
back, I still asked if he had brought me anything back from his trip. He
had he told me - perfume - a safe bet.
"Is that all?" I asked. I don't know why I expected more, but I did.
"Why, what did you expect?"
"I don't know, I just thought you might have brought me something else."
It was then he told me the story about the box. The bit about being on
my own when I open it was weird. To be honest, I had a bit of a go at
him, I thought he was taking the piss, but his off hand attitude
eventually convinced me that this story might be genuine so I decided to
at least open it and see what was inside.
I went upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door, part of me felt that
this was just his little joke and it would be a stupid present, but
somewhere inside me, in a place I couldn't focus on, was a feeling that
something important was going to happen. I opened the box; there was a
note inside, and another, smaller box. The note read:
"You have been blessed and cursed with a body that demands sexual
release in ways that no man has ever truly satisfied. Our gift to you
will provide you with that satisfaction for as long as you wish it.
Before opening the second box, you must prepare yourself thoroughly. You
will remove all of your clothing and lie down as if ready for one of
your many lovers. Try to imagine that you are about to make love to the
most wonderful man you have ever met, this will not be difficult for
you, your imagination is one of your many sexual strengths."
This was really weird. Again, I had a horrible thought that this was an
elaborate joke and leaving the box I went back down to confront my husband.
"Is this some kind of sick joke you bastard, if this is a wind up and
you've brought me a vibrator from China, I'll swing for you?"
"You don't have to believe me, I've told you everything I know, I'm off
out, this is just too strange. Now I've handed it over, you can do what
you like with it."
"No, don't go, don't leave." I wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or
scared, but scared was winning.
"Don't open it if you don't want to, I only brought it back because for
some reason I couldn't leave it there."
"I have to open it, but there was a note inside, here read it." I passed
him the note and waited for his reaction.
"Shit, this gets more and more scary; did I tell you this guy knew your
name? In fact from this note he knows you pretty well. Whatever this is,
I'm out of here, and you can't involve me in this."
"You brought it, you have to help, and I’m not going to open it unless
you're at least in the house."
Although he hesitated, he finally agreed that he would stay in the house
while I opened the box, but he insisted on knowing what I wanted him to
do. I agreed that if he thought I needed help, he should come into my
bedroom and whatever happened I wouldn't get angry. On that note, I told
him I was going to do what it said, I was even going to have a bath and
prepare myself. For some reason, I asked him if he would come upstairs
and talk to me about all of this while I was in the bath. When he
hesitated I even talked him into it.
Although we slept in separate rooms, there were still times when we both
got randy enough to fuck. OK so it was mostly when I got myself turned
on and didn't get sorted out by someone else, however, my point is that
it wasn't too strange when I was lying in the bath and he knocked on the
door.
We talked about the events so far and he had me at least 80% convinced
that this wasn't a wind up. As I lay in the bath, I didn't cover myself
and let my legs open as wide as the bath would allow. I pretended that I
was washing but in reality both he and I knew I was playing with myself.
This whole thing was making me feel very horny.
I watched his face as I quite intentionally paid too much attention to
rubbing myself between my legs. His eyes were drawn to my honey pot, and
the look on his face was all I needed to see.
"Will you wash my back while we talk?" He soaped the loofah and gave my
back a good scrubbing while we carried on talking about why I felt an
overpowering need to open my present and why I was going through all
this preparation when I should really just go and open it.
"Do you want to wash my front as well?" I lay back in the bath making
sure he had a good view of my nipples that were now standing out like
corks. I made sure my legs were spread as wide as the bath would allow
and let the fingers of my right hand play gently over my pussy lips.
He laughed "What, for old times sake?" but he put the loofah down and
after soaping his hands he started massaging my shoulders and down over
my breasts. His fingers rubbed and pulled at my swollen nipples until I
started to moan softly. His soapy hands slid easily over the small firm
mounds, his slippery fingers couldn't grip my nipples so that each time
he squeezed one, it popped out sending shivers through my whole body.
My mind and body were on fire, it was like there was a direct line
between my nipples and my pussy. Each time he twisted a nipple I felt
like I was having a tiny orgasm. He spent what felt like forever playing
with me, bringing me close to a proper orgasm just from massaging my
breasts. Eventually, as I was beginning to think I'd have to tell him
where I wanted his hands to go next, they slid down soaping over my
stomach until his left hand eased between my legs pushing my own hand
out of the way. His soapy finger slid easily between the folds of my
cunt lips and he started to finger me.
I could feel him watching me for my reaction, I didn't need to fake
anything, I love a man's fingers inside me. I groaned loudly and eased
my legs up onto the sides of the tub to make his access easier. He
pushed his middle finger deep into my cunt until his knuckles stopped
his progress. Then pulling his finger free, he used my juices to
lubricate my clitoris as he pressed hard, rubbing small circles in the
way he knew would make me cum. I sensed him soaping his other hand but I
still gasped in surprise when he slid it below the water to rub across
the crack of my bum. He knows I like my bum being stroked, it turns me
on. I even like it when a man pushes his finger through the resistance
and penetrates me. Before you all ask, yes, I have been known to let a
few lucky cocks fuck me in there as well.
I wanted to let him make me cum, I didn't want him to stop, but I knew
where I wanted this to go and I mustn't lose control.
"Will you shave me, I want to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom, will you
do it for me?" He didn't even answer, just took the foam and razor I'd
left on the side of the bath and began to lather the area round my pubic
hair.
"Do you trust me to do this? I could cause you a lot of pain down here."
I knew that wasn't going to happen, all I did was gasp as his fingers
pulled my cunt lips apart. He worked carefully to remove every small
trace of hair. We both knew that his fingers didn't really need to be
inside me as much as they were, but I was too far gone to worry about that.
"Finger fuck me again ..... like you used to ... use your thumb to fuck
me ... turn me on ......, make me wet." My speech was coming in short
busts now as I felt more and more randy. His hands flowed over the
smooth skin of my freshly shaven mound, he was enjoying the effect he
was having on me. So was I. His hand turned so his thumb could penetrate
my well lubricated hole, at the same time as his palm rubbed over and
around my clit sending me into raptures. As he drove me towards my
orgasm I almost gave up on the final part of my plan and let him finish
me off like this.
"Put your head between my legs, you know how much I love that. I need to
cum, make me cum with your tongue." I climbed up and sat on the side of
the bath not caring about how much water I sprayed around. I leant as
far back as I could, opening my legs wide. I love watching a mans head
as he works his magic on me, and whatever problems we had, his tongue
had always been a little bit of magic. I don't always cum with oral sex,
but I knew straight away that this one would be good. I felt my orgasm
start in my tummy and begin to spread until it consumed every last bit
of me.
I heard a voice, it must be my own. "Oh fuck yes, ahhh .... don't stop
I'm there, harder, tongue me harder, please, please, please ....
ahhhhhhh." I was pushing my cunt into his face as my hips bucked through
what was the biggest oral orgasm I'd ever had. I slid off the edge of
the bath, unable to hold myself up. He followed me down onto the floor
and carried on tonguing me gently for what felt like several minutes as
I slowly came back down. Eventually, my brain took control again and I
remembered why I was here.
I sat back up onto the edge of the bath; I was at the perfect height to
see the healthy swelling in his shorts. Even I wasn't selfish enough to
leave him to look after himself.
"I'm not going to let you fuck me, I'm not really sure why not, but I
owe you at least some relief." I pulled his shorts and underpants down
and took him into my mouth, sucking greedily on a lovely hard cock that
wasn't going to last long before it exploded. Sure enough, the tell tale
grunts and the way he started to fuck my face instead of letting me do
the work let me know I was going to get a load, and very soon. I can't
remember when I last let him cum in my mouth, but I was so randy I
didn't even think of pulling back. I felt the first spurts hit the back
of my throat and I sucked and swallowed until he'd finished twitching
inside me.
"Fuck." he muttered, "Whatever this is all about, it's got you all
worked up. I can't wait to find out what's going on. At least it got me
a top class blow job."
"Fuck off," was my only retort and after brushing my teeth, I headed off
towards my bedroom with a parting "Don't forget to hang around for a
while until I know what's in that box." I felt his eyes follow my naked
body as I walked towards my bedroom. Call me a bitch, but I loved
knowing I could make him fuck me any time I liked.
I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the box for several minutes, I
knew I was going to open it but I was a bit apprehensive. I also felt
just a bit foolish after the mad, but very enjoyable preparations.
Eventually I arranged the pillows on my bed for maximum comfort, lay
back, opened my legs as wide as they would go and slowly eased open the
lid on the second box.
It was a bit of an anti-climax at first, just a clear stone. Actually
more like opaque glass. I touched it, it was soft, oh god, it changed.
Sometimes it was soft, sometimes hard. I decided to take it out of the box.
"bloody hell" it came out by itself, it moved and was now sitting in my
hand; how the fuck did it do that?
It was like it was waiting for me to do something. I was a bit spooked
and decided to put it back in the box. Before I could move, it slid
gently back on it's own. It was like I could tell it what to do. I
closed the box lid and imagined it on my hand. Nothing happened so I
opened the box again and pictured it moving onto the cushion beside me.
It slid smoothly into exactly the position I imagined. I imagined in on
my ankle, then cold, then warm, hard and soft. Every time the reaction
was instant. I "thought" it back into the box and closed the lid.
"Oh shit I must be dreaming this isn't possible." My mind was racing,
should I stop and go and talk to Darren. No, neither of these, if this
is a dream I’ll make the most of it and at least have a really good
dream. Just what was this thing capable of; it was advertised as the
solution to my sexual frustration, so I decided to find out.
I love having my neck kissed and nibbled. I lay back on the pillows
again, opened the box and closed my eyes. As the thoughts entered my
head, delicate lips nuzzled my neck sending waves of passion through my
nerve endings. My mind moved on to hands gently massaging my neck
muscles as the lips continued their sensual dance over the delicate skin
below and up into my hair line.
Through the growing pleasurable sensations my mind became aware that I
could tell my lover (yes, I was starting to think of it like that
already), more than one thing at a time. How far could I go?
Mmmm, there was no rush, this was weird but delicious. If this was a
dream, I didn't want it to end just yet. I lay back letting the warm
sensations run down my body. I've always had a great imagination, even
as a young girl I would masturbate while I let my mind run wild. As I've
got older, my fantasies have become wilder and wilder. All I had to do
was relax, let my thoughts take over and see what happened.
I let my mind take control. I slipped smoothly into my favourite fantasy
and my lovers (now there were 3 of them), responded to my thoughts. I
was like a conductor playing an orchestra. The pair of hands massaging
my shoulders expanded their interest, stroking my cheeks and playing
over the skin of my shoulders. The lips carried on their gentle arousal
of my neck, I was in heaven.
I felt one of my toes, the big toe on my right foot, being sucked and
nibbled. The sensations from my foot and neck met in the centre of my
body. A pair of hands stroked my calves sending shivers up my legs,
goose bumps crawled over my skin.
"Don't rush, don't rush, these lovers will take their time." The voice
in my head was fighting against the feelings coursing through my body,
feelings that wanted to tell my lovers to fuck me hard, now.
The hands on my calves pushed gently and opened my legs wider; did I
tell them to do that? I could feel my juices flowing.
The butterflies in the pit of my stomach were so strong my hips were
starting to twist and grind although there was nothing to grind against.
At my command the third pair of hands started to run over my stomach.
Fingers left imaginary trails as they moved up towards my breasts and
back down over the smooth skin of my ribs. Sharp nails teased, but never
touched me where a real lover would have been unable to resist.
Should I open my eyes and watch my body being pampered by its lovers?
No, the fantasy and the feelings were enough, stay in my dream.
I needed to feel my breasts being fondled and my nipples pulled. I
wanted to feel lips sucking and teeth biting gently as they tug on my
flesh. Hands immediately followed my wish. Warm, soft fingers pulled at
me and rough workers palms rubbed across the tips making them stand out
like small erect penises. I heard myself moan with sexual pleasure. The
mouth nibbling my toes kissed higher up my legs, climbing past my knees
and licking the inside of my thighs. Lips roamed over my upper thighs
tracing patterns around the tops of my legs and round where my pubic
hair had been until minutes ago. Despite the fact that I controlled it,
my fantasy still allowed me to become excited at what might happen next.
I swear I could feel hot breath on my pussy lips before even the
lightest touch. There was no contact until a soft wet tongue flicked
across my clitoris making my stomach lurch and my hips jerk towards the
source of pleasure. I gasped loudly, suddenly aware that I hadn't been
breathing. The tongue drew small circles round my bud, just how I like
it. With just the right pressure it teased me, making me wait. I felt a
finger, just one, slide easily between my pussy lips as the tongue
increased the pressure and speed. I felt my lips slowly spread in a way
I never have before as the finger grew inside me to the perfect size.
My mind had accepted my lover the way it would accept a new vibrator,
but the fantasy was more real because I have no physical part to play in
the pleasure I was receiving. While I was aware that there were no
bodies behind the hands and tongue, my brain told me that this made it
even more of a turn on.
I could hear my own moans as if they were someone else as my lover's
tongue flicks over my lips with just the right pressure. It slid down
over my pussy; I could feel my juices flowing in a way I hadn't felt for
a long time. The longest tongue I have ever had between my legs slid
into my body replacing the finger, then out again repeating its journey
around my most personal parts.
Hands pulled at my nipples and kisses rained down on my neck. My feet
and ankles were being stimulated as a perfect tongue licked me out like
never before. I came hard, my body thrashing around as surge after surge
of intense emotions took me to heaven and back. Where no real lover
could have held onto me or tongued me through the gymnastics of my
climaxes, my new toy stayed on me. It made me cum over and over in long
lung wrenching surges of pure lust that left me physically drained and
gasping for air.
As my senses slowly returned I ordered my lover back into his box and
closed the lid while I recovered and thought through what had just
happened. Should I go downstairs and tell my husband. No fuck him, he
can wait. This was the best of both worlds. My lover gave me all the
feelings a real lover could because it was someone (or something) else
doing everything. It also had the advantage of my vibrators in that I
knew it wasn't going to cum and stop before I finished.
I was ready for more now. I opened the box and moved to the dressing
table letting another of my favourite fantasies take over.
As I leant down with my arms on the table, I looked at myself in the
mirror. Up until now, I'd been more comfortable with my eyes closed. Now
I kept my eyes open to watch my reflection as an invisible cock filled
me from behind. This I couldn't do with a vibrator.
My tits were hanging down and swaying as the most perfect sized and
shaped cock slid smoothly in and out of my pussy. I opened my legs wider
to improve the feelings as 2 hands slid round my body, squeezing my
breasts and nipples just hard enough to cause that beautiful, sensual
level of pain. I almost lost my train of thought as I saw the expression
on my face. My mouth was hanging open, tiny beads of sweat were forming
on my brow.
My face contorted and my eyes formed tiny slits as my expression
reflected pure sexual ecstasy. The feelings escalated as I was fucked
harder and harder, faster and faster It never missed a beat and I came,
my head sank onto my arms as my lover kept going, nowhere near his own
climax. He took me higher and I was having another wonderful orgasm
seconds after the first, I could hear myself moaning.
As a final groan escaped my lips, I felt the pounding slow down. I found
myself hoping that he knew not to stop, just keep fucking me slowly - of
course he did, how stupid of me.
My breath was coming in short gasps but I knew I wasn't finished yet.
The hands kept stroking my breasts and tweaking my nipples and I was
still being fucked from behind, just slowly. I wanted, and got, a finger
playing with my rear hole, my arse. It's such a nasty word.
I love my arse hole being played with while I'm being fucked, and right
now I was being beautifully fucked with long slow strokes. I wasn't
ready to cum again yet but I just loved the combination of having a rock
hard cock sliding smoothly in and out of my body, and what I imagined as
a slender finger pushing against and rubbing my tiny hole. I felt it
just barely pushing through the resistance, and giving me what felt like
tiny anal orgasms.
I was carried from the dressing table back to the bed. My lover was
strong enough to pick me up off the floor and suspend me in mid air
without missing a single thrust. I was on my back now lying on the bed,
legs spread as wide as they would go and high in the air. My knees
almost touched my shoulders as the pace of the cock fucking me
increased. I was being taken anally by a smaller but equally hard cock.
For the first time in my life, my pussy and my arse were being fucked at
the same time.
The pace quickened, both of my holes were being stretched as the organs
pumping into them grew larger. My hips were lifted until I was hardly
touching the bed. I was thrashing around, twisting and turning as the
angles I was being taken at sent my mind and body into areas they had
never been.
Hands closed over my breasts. They brought relief from the vicious
shaking they were receiving as they bounced back and forth in time with
the pounding between my legs. Fingers closed over both nipples pulling
hard upwards sending me spiralling over the edge towards another mind
numbing orgasm.
I heard my shouts growing louder as my orgasm approached. I screamed out
loud in sexual heaven. No one had ever taken me to these heights. I
still don't know if I was having lots of orgasms or one huge long one
but my lover didn't stop, didn't slow down and drove me higher and
higher. My screams reached a crescendo as my mind told both cocks to cum
inside me at the same time filling me with their seed. I felt them pump
inside me but they still didn't stop.
The door burst open and my husband rushed in. I knew I was screaming. I
could feel the sweat pouring off me, my hair was matted to my face with
the sheer adrenalin of the orgasms that had torn my body and mind apart.
"What the fuck ....." The words stalled on his lips ...
I was aware of him watching as my inhuman lovers pounded into me harder
and deeper as they pumped me full of their fluids. I was cuming and
cuming noisily until I couldn't keep it up any longer. I mentally
commanded my lover to lower me back onto the bed and climb into his box.
I reached across and closed the lid.
"I heard you scream, but you don't look like you're in trouble to me.
What the hell was that, how could it do that? Fuck that's the horniest
thing I've ever seen in my life you should see the fuckin state you're in."
Then he was on me and inside me before I could stop him. He stood at the
side of the bed and opened my legs wide pulling them up onto his
shoulders and sliding his hard cock into my soaking wet cunt. Without
any finesse, he started ramming into me as hard as he could.
I can't imagine how, but I came again as he emptied himself into me. It
only took a few minutes he was so turned on listening to me moaning and
witnessing my final climax. He admitted afterwards that he was hoping
I'd make enough noise to justify him coming in so he could see what was
in the box.
It was the last time I ever let him fuck me, let's face it; I didn't
need any man again. It turned out that this wasn't quite true. Although
my lover has served me well for many years; I still prefer a real live
cock given the choice, just not his.
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