I can't remember how many times she came, but it was a lot. With the continued stroking between forced orgasms she pleaded with her writhing, upward tilting hips for me to fill her tight anus. I declined silently as her credit was bad in that respect. She always got what she wanted.
Not this time.
I purposely stroked and teased her little hole with my shaft, running the underside of my slick, cream coated member back and forth across her demure lines and brazen pucker all the more, taunting her need incessantly as I was want to do. I admit I liked fucking her arse. I don't find my nirvana very often from anal sex, but the sounds she'd make when she was in the mood for something rough and fast in her tiny rear? Well, my acture was always more inspired. The benefit of bondage tape is the control she relinquished. She was normally the one telling me what to do, where to put it and hard or slowly.
But not this day. None for her.
If she spoke I stopped. She could moan all she wanted, but that last time was all mine for the taking. I wanted the turned table so she'd never forget it. All I could really think about as the astroglide shined pleasantly on her sinful delights was that I had to leave an impression. My determination to stand empirical as a memory in her mind forever more made me harder and as a result I lasted longer.
I finally acquiesced to riding her properly and nestled myself in her wanton, come soaked cunt. I left the clitoral teaser laying at maximum speed near enough to her sex for it to have some added benefit and gripped her perky nipples firmly. She liked light pain and I was happy to oblige as the springy return from her fleshy areolae was particularly pleasant to my senses as I pulled, shook and tweaked them vigourously. Again, it was her visceral orations that I enjoyed more then the thought of dominating her; the ability to induce such sounds from a woman fills me with pride.
She liked being filled with my hot, often copious load and half the time would have me watch my opalescent offering drool out of her cerise, post coital folds or her shining, glazed aperture.. The other half of the time? She'd pull on her knickers, claiming she wanted to feel me dribble out of her slowly for the next few hours.
I felt her spasm and clench one last time and raked my cockhead against her spasmodically gripping walls one last time. One last time.I pulled my girth from her body as I was hitting my own peak.. With a firm grip and sharp tugs that forced my knuckles over her pleasure button aggressively I came. It was a long time coming having postponed my virile explosion several times and the forcefulness of my white ropes surprised me almost as much as it did her. The first six inch line of my orgasm landed on her raven hair and blindfold the last half inch spattering her right cheek lightly. The next two sprayed wildly as my knees buckled and decorated her chest and exposed armpit from collar bone to her taut, dark brown nipples. The rest, more than I expected scattered on her belly, navel and finally the last vestiges of my pleasure crest gobbed slowly on to her black, tightly curled pubic hair, which I matted in fully with my hand guided wand. I say wand, because at that time I felt like a magician.
I'll not forget her... she'll not forget me. But we'll replace each other with someone just as fun I suspect.