A good, thorough fucking

So some of you who have taken a look at Sounder’s blog may have noticed a distinct lack of posts there.

Which may be interesting, since I told him I wanted 2 posts a week.  But there is actually a reason for the silence.  He’s got an issue that he needs to deal with, and until it’s dealt with, I told him not to worry about the blog.  It’s not like it’s going anywhere.

Until then, you’ll just have to be satisfied with my descriptions of the mean, awful things I do to him.

Like the other night, the first time I’d seen him since the issue began.  I knew I’d have to be gentle-ish with him, because reasons (yes, I’m being deliberately vague, and I’m gonna continue being deliberately vague).  But that didn’t mean I couldn’t fuck his brains out.

And he definitely needed some girl time.  As well as a good, long fucking.  It had been too long, and the bullshit this issue has presented, as well as just the regular work stress he deals with, had really knocked him out of that sissy headspace.

I needed to knock him back into it.  And I don’t have to beat him or be rough with him to make him feel like a woman.

I pulled up to his house and knocked on the door, and when he opened it, I saw that he was dressed and in full makeup.  Every time I see him dressed like that, I love it just a little bit more.

He’d gotten a new blouse, and a bra, and they looked amazing on him.  It was the first chance I’d gotten to see them on him in person.  Sure, he’d sent pictures, he always does (I have quite the personal porn stash, it’s so awesome), but while the pictures are great, they’re nothing compared to seeing him in person.

But even with how good he looked in the shirt and bra, it’s still his jeans that I love the most.  He has this pair of skinny jeans that just hug his ass in the sexiest way.  I can never resist reaching into them and groping him.

So a good portion of the first hour was spent doing that.  It had been too long since I’d been able to properly grope and violate him.

He didn’t like how long it had been any more than I did.  When I pushed a wet finger into him, he moaned and pushed back against me, impaling himself deeper on my hand.

He didn’t even hesitate when I asked him if he wanted to be fucked like a bitch.

The poor girl definitely needed a thorough fucking.

And who was I to deny him that?

I didn’t waste any more time, taking him to the bedroom and telling him to take everything but the bra off.

He was standing there, at the foot of the bed, and I came up behind him, lubing up a finger and pushing it back inside.  A moment later, I pushed a second one in, stretching him out.

He moaned and pushed back, fucking himself on my fingers, until he started having trouble keeping his balance and had to reach out to hold the wall for support.

I had him lie down on his back and slid on my strapon, kneeling between his legs and pushing them up to his chest.

I’ve been having him sleep plugged every night, but his plug is smaller than my strapon, and it had been awhile since he’d had anything that big inside him.

He gasped as I pushed it in, panting as I filled him up.

I only gave him a moment to get used to it before I started fucking him. I started out a bit slowly, but quickly sped up, fucking him hard and fast.

The way he loves being fucked.

It didn’t take long before he tensed, moaning with his first orgasm.  And then his second.  When I reached down and started stroking his cock, he came again almost immediately.

It was so cute how into it he got.  I mean, he always loves being fucked, and he always loves being fucked hard and fast, but you could just tell how hungry for it he was this time.

Even being on his back, with his legs in the air, he kept trying to push back against me, wanting it deeper.

I pounded my cock into him over and over again, and he came over and over again, until he was practically growling and screaming as the tension kept building over and over again, and he did everything he could to fuck himself harder on my cock.

I’d told him to count his orgasms for me, and after the tenth, I finally pulled out and gave him a break, before putting the slender prostate massager in and fucking him to another two orgasms, before his hole just got too raw for him to take any more.

We’ll definitely have to work on his stamina.  When I have him gangbanged, he’ll be fucked to quite a bit more than 12 orgasms.

After that, I let him calm down a bit, then spent some time choking him, teasing him, and hurting him.

At one point, he went to get water, and he looked pretty unsteady as he got to his feet.  When he came back, I asked if he was alright, and he assured me he was.

As he was literally swaying.

Part of that may have been because I’d spent so much time cutting off his air, and part of it may have been because his wig had gotten unbearably tight.

And then, of course, there were the 12 orgasms.  That may make someone have trouble standing upright.

When I finally let him up to get dressed, I told him to keep the bra on.  I love the way he looks with it on.  It’s like he was born to wear one.  And I loved reaching under it to fondle him while we sat on the couch.

So I don’t have to be rough with him to treat him like the wanton little bitch he is.  And while he’s recovering from said issue, I’m going to turn my focus to his pussy, and getting him ready for the spitroast and the gangbang that are in his future.