She tightened the strips of a silky black blindfold just under my ponytail. I had pretty long, straight hair that I usually wore down, but she insisted that I looked irresistible with a tight high-top ponytail.
Focused on the soundscape now, I traced her steps moving around me. The breeze from a cracked open window sizzled on my still damp with sweat skin. I arched my back a little more, hoping to look sexier - being on all fours made me feel a little less graceful than I'd like.
My head was pushed down rather harshly and I face planted into her. Still so wet... I knew what to do and I got down to it, ignoring the unnecessarily rude gesture that got me here.
Her scent filled my mind. Immersed in the process, I was encouraged by her hands gently petting my head, occasionally grabbing my hair to direct my efforts better.
She reached over past my plugged up butt and slipped something small into me, meeting no resistance. The other end of the toy extended up, covering my clit. She leaned back, grabbed my hair and pushed me further down from her pussy. I plunged my tongue readily into her ass, aided by her hand pressing me into her. With my mouth occupied, I could only moan as the toy began to vibrate.
"I want you to tell me if you feel close, ok?"
"Yes." I purred, briefly interrupted from my task.
Time always seems to stop in moments like this. Her moans, the buzzing, the cold breeze - this was as close to a meditative trance as I'd ever gotten.
Soon I felt a wave of an orgasm forming in my belly.
"I'm about to cum."
"Mhmm... I don't think so."
The buzzing stopped.
"Heyy!" I laughed. "Please?"
"You know I like to come first, angel. Don't be selfish," she teased, guiding my face back to where it belonged.
From that point on, time no longer stood still - it stretched, endlessly. The vibrator over my clit would occasionally come back to life, but never for long enough. The ever-building edge filled me to the brim, pushing out the last of my thoughts. I licked with desperation, ignoring the aching muscles of my tongue, muscles I'd never even considered I had until then.
I was turned on my back now, flat against the floor rug. She sat on top, facing my nipples, which she used as handles grinding on my face. Any time I'd thought I felt her swell up, ready for release - she'd slide down. I figured she must've wanted to cum with my tongue in her ass, so I went at it with all my might every time. It never seemed to be enough though. I wondered what stopped her from reaching the peak, worried she is not enjoying this, not finding me so irresistible anymore.
She walked around me and pulled the teasing vibrator out. I held my breath in the anticipation of her lips, but all that followed was some less-than-gentle tugging on the plug. I had almost forgotten about it, used to the sensation.
This went on for so long that eventually I found myself half sobbing, half laughing "Please, please" at her uncontrollably.
"Here. This'll be good for you," she whispered as my mouth got stuffed with some kind of a rubber ball. The straps snapped shut, then tightened behind me.
The grinding resumed with renewed enthusiasm. Soaked in her slippery wetness, I listened to my own muffled whimpers, as if from a distance, sinking further into delirium.
The plug play soon resumed too. Hungry for sensation, the soft stretching of my anus felt like a gift from heaven. The few times I let some overly insistent boyfriend have me there were nothing like that. I had no idea how intoxicatingly sweet the ass could ache for an orgasm, or how it felt to be stuffed into one, cut off from air, at the mercy of a woman whom I was no longer certain I knew. To be fair, I recognized myself even less.
All sensations came to a halt when she got up, suddenly, as if called by something, leaving me cold and panting. A passing awareness of my jaw growing sore surfaced, immediately replaced with concern - were we done? Have I failed? She's never taken this long to orgasm with me before, maybe she gave up?
Her warm mouth enveloped my nipple and I lost myself to moaning again. She traced her way up my neck and to my ear.
"Baby, the way your greedy little butthole stretches around that plug... you're driving me crazy."
Limited in my response, I moaned again, trying to sound grateful. I felt a little lighter, reassured of her desire for me.
"I'm gonna make your ass mine, do you understand?"
I nodded eagerly - she could have anything she wanted. Anything it takes.
"Yeah... that's what you want, isn't it? To get your ass fucked? Can you even handle that?"
I consented as strongly as my position allowed me. The only thing I was certain I couldn't handle anymore was my throbbing, abandoned pussy.
"Look at you, so desperate to get stuffed. But you just lo-o-ove to play hard to get, don't you? Such a sexy little unavailable girl... Except, I see you baby. I see what you want. I can feel it."
The warmth of her huskier-than-usual voice gushing over my earlobe pushed me to the verge of tears.
"Such a sweet, dirty girl... look at you, you're shaking like a leaf. That little plug is not enough anymore, huh? Craving more?" she said as she released one of the straps, letting the blindfold slip down.
My begging eyes fixed on her.
"You want to cum on a fat dildo, like the good little anal slut you are? Yes? Yes???
Then beg."
