Your cock is beautiful – 26

I let my fingertips glide across her pussy lips, and her whole body jerked forward, her wrists pulling hard against her restraints. She was trying so hard to hold herself back.

“Please lick my pussy!” she gasped, “Please make me cum!”

I smiled and grabbed her other heavy breast with my other hand. I squeezed them both hard and put my weight on her, pushing her body into the mattress. She moaned and gasped as I teased her nipples that pushed through my fingers.

“Please Sir…” she moaned, her hips thrusting desperately beneath me, “Please, please…”.

I let out a short, dark laugh. She was so beautiful, so perfectly submissive.

I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue between her lips where I met the usual resistance of her eager response. I broke the kiss and turned my attention to her neck. She moaned as I licked and kissed her, and let out a sharp gasp in my ear when I bit down gently.

I pulled back and bent to kiss and nibble the taut flesh of her stomach. I moved slowly downwards, savoring the taste of her salty, glistening skin with my tongue. She didn’t stop making little whimpers or gasps in response.

I slid backwards off the bed, pushed my head between her legs and again pinned her hips down with my arms. I breathed heavily on her pussy and felt her jerk forcefully against my arms. It seemed like I was really going to have to hold her down.

“Sir…Sir, please…” she whimpered.

“Hmm…you really are a needy little slut, aren’t you Mia?” I asked.

“Yes Sir.” She said without hesitation, “I’m a needy slut, I’m your needy slut.”

“You really need to cum, don’t you.” I said, kissing her thigh.

She let out a long, shuttering wail of desire and frustration.

“I need it, Sir…Your slut needs to cum…Please…” she mewled.

Without any more teasing, or any warning, I pressed my tongue against her pussy lips. I started at the bottom and took one long, forceful lick upwards, stopping at the top to fully cover her clit. I felt my tongue twitch once against her flesh…

And that was all it took.

She shouted out her long-awaited orgasm in a loud, strained voice, a wordless yell of pure pleasure. I started quickly licking against and around her clit, trying to prolong the sensations. Her hot, wet juices flooded my mouth, so much that I was practically swallowing her essence as it flowed from her.

I redoubled my efforts, fighting hard to hold her down while licking even more forcefully. Her long legs had hooked around the back of my shoulders, and while her wild thrusting made it hard to continue, her legs had locked me to her.

After a long several seconds, her body stopped thrusting against my arms, and she went limp.

“Oh my God…” she moaned, “Oh my God, Sir…Thank y-“

I cut her off by pushing my tongue against her clit. I wasn’t finished yet. I circled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue before brushing across it in fast, light strokes. As embarrassing as it sounds, these were motions I’d been practicing in the mirror, challenging myself to increase the speed and dexterity of my tongue.

I started tracing shapes against the little nub of flesh, and I slid two fingers inside her, using my fingertips to seek out and stimulate her sensitive G-spot. A minute or two later she let out another wail of mindless bliss. My mouth was once again flooded with her taste, and her body began jerking and bucking as if wanting to detach my lips and tongue from her sensitive flesh. Her body was moving so forcefully that she almost made me bite my own tongue.

I pushed back with my tongue, moving away from her clit and again exploring her luscious outer lips. The sound of her voice changed from movement to movement, growling and gasping as I explored her dripping slit. After a while, her moans seemed to become more subdued, less frantic. When I noticed this I turned my attention back to her clit, licking hard and quick, and pumped my fingers in and out. It wasn’t long before she was shaken by another powerful orgasm.

I was actually enjoying the hell out of this. It was sticky and messy, but there was something undeniably sexual and intimate about pleasuring her like this. Each time she began to relax, I would move her back to her pink pearl, which by now must have been singing with sensitivity. This went on for minutes,

and soon I couldn’t tell if she was having one ridiculously long orgasm, or if she was cumming over and over again, too fast and too many times to count. I didn’t stop moving my tongue, on her clit or around her lips, and pushing it inside her occasionally to get a better taste of the fresh spurts of feminine juices that came with every new orgasm.

Eventually, my tongue was getting tired, and her voice was getting ragged.

Just as I was about to try and slow things down, her voice suddenly stopped mid-cry. Her legs went slack around me, and her hips stopped their incessant bucking.

I looked up at her. Her head was turned to the side, and seemed to hang slack.

“Mia?” I said, wiping my wet and sticky mouth.

She didn’t respond. Her breathing was deep and loud, but she didn’t move or reply.

“Mia?” I said again, and moved up the bed towards her.

I lifted her shoulders and gently shook her, but her head just lolled limply. I lifted the blindfold off her eyes to see that they were closed. I pried one open with my fingers. Her pupil shrank in reaction to the light, but her eyes stayed still and unseeing.

She was unconscious.

My blood ran cold, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered.

I began to panic.

Had she hit her head on my metal headboard? Had I hurt her? But no, she was still surrounded by cushions, and I didn’t see any blood. I shook my head, and pressed my hands hard against my face, feeling the fear threaten to overwhelm me.

I leapt off the bed towards my desk and opened my laptop. The screen jumped to life as I slid my finger across the track pad, and I immediately began typing. I tried random keywords into the search bar, whatever came to mind, things like “unconscious”, “orgasm”, “bondage”, and most embarrassingly, “help”.

I read and clicked frantically, my mind racing with ways I might have hurt her, and within two minutes I had begun to calm down.

I took my head in my hands and sighed deeply. My heart was still pounding in my chest, although the panic was fading. I thought I’d really hurt her for a second there.

Ok, so here’s what I learned about passing out during sex.

First of all, it happens, and it’s not necessarily dangerous.

The first useful thing I saw was a thread started by a woman who often blacked out at the point of orgasm, only for a few minutes each time, but she was worried it could be causing her damage. From there I followed a link posted about this kind of problem, and what causes it.

A nice poetic description talked about how sometimes the pleasure was simply too overwhelming for the brain to handle, which causes it to temporarily shut down. A more realistic explanation was that during lengthy periods of intense exertion, the woman is unable to get a full breath. After a while the brain fears it’s not getting the oxygen or blood it needs and takes over, forcing the body into “sleep mode” so it stops doing whatever stupid thing it’s doing that’s causing the problem.

I liked the first description better; the thought of giving Mia so much pleasure that she couldn’t handle it, that it almost literally blew her mind, really appealed to my ego. But the overall point was that something like this wasn’t dangerous. From this page, and a few other sources I looked up afterwards, it seemed that some women are prone to passing out during sex frequently, but for some it had only happened once or twice. If it happens every single time a woman gets breathless then it’s a problem, but not if it’s just occasionally, and during intense stimulation.

And what had just happened to Mia had been intense. I’d never even seen porn where a woman reacted like that, real or faked. I liked the idea of my oral abilities being almost dangerously good, but I knew that it was really about her. The fact that she was able to experience such intense pleasure with my amateurish attempts at stimulation was convincing me of something I’d been suspecting ever since I’d first seen her orgasm. I remembered the first time I’d made her cum, how overwhelming it had seemed for her.