him to fist me.
But this was my deepest, darkest desire. To be so completely under the control of a partner I trusted so much that I would let him insert his entire hand into my pussy. “All of them,” I whispered as an answer, and he smiled and leaned forward and kissed my clitoris softly.
“It might not work,” I started to say in worry.
“Hush,” he chided. “Stop stressing. If it doesn’t work, we’ll try something else. The journey in this case is as fun as the destination, so lie back and relax.”
“Now,” his voice was calm, as he pushed two well-lubricated fingers inside of me. “Don’t forget your safe word,” he cautioned.
I nodded. I wasn’t about to forget it.
“Close your eyes, sweetness,” he ordered. His fingers pumped in and out of me, and his mouth was on my clitoris, and well, well before I thought I was even close, I crashed into orgasm, and lay there writhing helplessly on the table.
His hands held me down, and he wouldn’t let me close my legs. “Keep them parted, Lucia,” he snapped. “We are just getting started here.”
“Yes Sir,” I muttered compliantly. I could hear the slight crack of plastic as Antonio opened the lid of the lube, and then, he had four fingers in me, and he was pushing steadily, rotating them so that each and every bit of my vaginal passage came into contact with his curved fingers.
“I’m going to push deeper, past my knuckles,” he said. “Stop me if it’s too painful.” His voice was quiet and even. His calmness seeped into me and I relaxed. I could stop this anytime, and Antonio would be fine. We were playing together – we would both have fun.
“Okay,” I said.
He pushed, his thumb circling my clitoris in soothing circles. He wasn’t trying to make me come. He was just touching me with enough softness so that pleasure filled my body. A brief pain, a slight feeling of stretching, and then, he growled softly.
“You should see this, Lucia,” he said, his voice appreciative. “The lips of your pussy are puffed around my fingers, and I can see you drip.” I could hear myself as his fingers moved around in me, wet squishy sounds of arousal.
“How many fingers?” I asked him. I wished I could see what he was doing. Next time, I was going to ask for a mirror. Or a camera.
“Four, all the way to my knuckles,” he said. He moved them in and out of me, and each time, there was a slight edge of pain that heightened the pleasure that rushed in. “I can feel every twitch of your muscles, sweetness, and you have no idea what that does to me.”
His voice was less calm now and more ragged with lust. I smiled when I heard that edge in his voice, and I said the words that I knew would bring him closer to that edge. “Add your thumb, please?” I asked him.
“Ah fuck Lucia,” he muttered. He pulled out entirely, and I could hear the squishing sound of lube all over his hand, and he also squirted some directly into my pussy, using his fingers to spread it around my snatch.
“Stop me anytime it gets too much, sweetness,” he warned me, and he curled his thumb into his palm, and pushed his fingers steadily into me. I bit my lip as the pain momentarily flared in my body, but it faded quickly, and then, I felt his hand in every inch of my pussy.
“Antonio,” I groaned.
“I’m going to start moving my hand now, Lucia,” he warned.
“Not too hard?” I asked.
“No, of course not, sweetness,” he replied soothingly, and I felt silly about the need for reassurance, but still glad I had asked. Antonio was a considerate lover who always gave me pleasure, even when he was spanking the living daylight out of me, and there was no reason for my nervousness. Except he did have a fist in my pussy. Some nervousness was understandable.
He pulled out just a little, and then he pushed back gently. I could feel my pussy open for him, and it was a strange feeling, unlike any other that I’d felt. “Is that okay?” he asked me.
“Go just
But this was my deepest, darkest desire. To be so completely under the control of a partner I trusted so much that I would let him insert his entire hand into my pussy. “All of them,” I whispered as an answer, and he smiled and leaned forward and kissed my clitoris softly.
“It might not work,” I started to say in worry.
“Hush,” he chided. “Stop stressing. If it doesn’t work, we’ll try something else. The journey in this case is as fun as the destination, so lie back and relax.”
“Now,” his voice was calm, as he pushed two well-lubricated fingers inside of me. “Don’t forget your safe word,” he cautioned.
I nodded. I wasn’t about to forget it.
“Close your eyes, sweetness,” he ordered. His fingers pumped in and out of me, and his mouth was on my clitoris, and well, well before I thought I was even close, I crashed into orgasm, and lay there writhing helplessly on the table.
His hands held me down, and he wouldn’t let me close my legs. “Keep them parted, Lucia,” he snapped. “We are just getting started here.”
“Yes Sir,” I muttered compliantly. I could hear the slight crack of plastic as Antonio opened the lid of the lube, and then, he had four fingers in me, and he was pushing steadily, rotating them so that each and every bit of my vaginal passage came into contact with his curved fingers.
“I’m going to push deeper, past my knuckles,” he said. “Stop me if it’s too painful.” His voice was quiet and even. His calmness seeped into me and I relaxed. I could stop this anytime, and Antonio would be fine. We were playing together – we would both have fun.
“Okay,” I said.
He pushed, his thumb circling my clitoris in soothing circles. He wasn’t trying to make me come. He was just touching me with enough softness so that pleasure filled my body. A brief pain, a slight feeling of stretching, and then, he growled softly.
“You should see this, Lucia,” he said, his voice appreciative. “The lips of your pussy are puffed around my fingers, and I can see you drip.” I could hear myself as his fingers moved around in me, wet squishy sounds of arousal.
“How many fingers?” I asked him. I wished I could see what he was doing. Next time, I was going to ask for a mirror. Or a camera.
“Four, all the way to my knuckles,” he said. He moved them in and out of me, and each time, there was a slight edge of pain that heightened the pleasure that rushed in. “I can feel every twitch of your muscles, sweetness, and you have no idea what that does to me.”
His voice was less calm now and more ragged with lust. I smiled when I heard that edge in his voice, and I said the words that I knew would bring him closer to that edge. “Add your thumb, please?” I asked him.
“Ah fuck Lucia,” he muttered. He pulled out entirely, and I could hear the squishing sound of lube all over his hand, and he also squirted some directly into my pussy, using his fingers to spread it around my snatch.
“Stop me anytime it gets too much, sweetness,” he warned me, and he curled his thumb into his palm, and pushed his fingers steadily into me. I bit my lip as the pain momentarily flared in my body, but it faded quickly, and then, I felt his hand in every inch of my pussy.
“Antonio,” I groaned.
“I’m going to start moving my hand now, Lucia,” he warned.
“Not too hard?” I asked.
“No, of course not, sweetness,” he replied soothingly, and I felt silly about the need for reassurance, but still glad I had asked. Antonio was a considerate lover who always gave me pleasure, even when he was spanking the living daylight out of me, and there was no reason for my nervousness. Except he did have a fist in my pussy. Some nervousness was understandable.
He pulled out just a little, and then he pushed back gently. I could feel my pussy open for him, and it was a strange feeling, unlike any other that I’d felt. “Is that okay?” he asked me.
“Go just
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