Auto-intercourse, or Self-fucking

You came to me because you know I can give you what you need. I've got you laid out how I like it: you're on your belly on a pillow, and I've got your cock pulled back so that I have full access to it. Right now, I've got your ass cheeks pulled apart and I'm looking at your asshole. You don't like this. You'd rather I get started already. But you're completely at my mercy, and I don't mind your discomfort.
Finally, I take a warm, wet cloth and start cleaning. I want you to be fresh and clean for me. The washcloth catches on your rim at every pass, and you groan. I hum and do it again. Just when you begin to worry that I'll never get started, I lean in and taste you. Just a flat swipe of my tongue across your furled hole. You gasp and buck. I hold you down and do it again. And again. And again. I brace myself on your thighs, pressing you into the mattress. Your cock is already full, smearing liquid where it touches one thigh. On my next pass, I go low, sampling this liquid from your thigh. Your cock jumps, but I ignore it.
Your wrists are bound at the small of your back, and when I don't give you what you need, you strain against your bonds. Hush, I tell you. Hold still. And you do.
Good boy.
You shiver. I run my nails down your sides and kiss your fingers?? on my way back to my prize. I pull your cheeks apart and start licking again. Slow stripes alternate with circles. You're still waiting for me to do something different. You want to be breached, to be filled. Barring that, you want me to pay attention to your cock. As long as you are fighting me, you will not get what you want.
But don't worry, sweet boy. I will always give you what you need. I settle between your thighs and get to work. Relax, I tell you, and you finally let go. Rigid muscles go lax and your breath comes out in a rush. Good, good, I tell you. There's time for everything. There's no hurry. Your breathing slows, and I can tell you are beginning to lose track of your surroundings. Your whole world is my tongue toying with your rim. Don't hold your breath, darling. You know who you belong to, don't you? You know I will take care of you.
And I do. All the air rushes out of you when I finally press the tip of my tongue past your first ring of muscle, where I know you are pink and smooth. I do it again. Again. I'm kissing you deeply and you are opening for me so sweetly. I remember the first time you let me do this. I told you I would never penetrate you unless you begged me. You weren't sure you would like it, and penetration is such a frightening concept to a straight man unused to the idea. It took me two years to get you facedown Tekirdağ Escort on my bed, but only twenty minutes to get you writhing and begging for it. That day, you used your hands to pull your own ass cheeks apart, back arching to give me full access. Today, you cannot use your hands, but your hips are giving little abortive thrusts; even though I've told you to stay still, you can't help moving just to get a little closer, a little more open for me.
I've restricted your movement, but I love to hear you. You're free to make as much noise as you like; in fact, I demand that you not hold back. When I bottom out, tongue as deep inside you as biology will allow, you groan, deep and loud. I rub my hands along your back in reward before I make a seal of my lips and suck, ratcheting up the pressure even more. I pull back almost immediately, and you whine, but I'm only changing tactics. You've stopped fighting me, and that means I can now pay attention to your cock.
We have been married twenty years, and I will never tire of your beauty. You've always been lithe and athletic, muscular without bulk, and your cock is no less beautiful than the rest of you. I love to trap it in the waistband of your boxer briefs and lick the head where it is revealed. Tonight, it is red and angry, hanging heavy between your legs. It jumps when I press the flat of my tongue to its head and lick, thick and slow, along the shaft and past your balls, across your perineum and over your slick hole. Your breath is punched out of you, and for a minute you make no noise, but when I return for another pass you reward me with a high, keening whine. Another five or ten swipes, and all the tension leaves your body.
Good boy. I love it when you let go.
Each pass grows longer, giving me more time to explore. I run my tongue across every square inch of property between your thighs and you go limp. Finally. I take your cock in my mouth, slurping, sucking, relentless, until my nose is buried in your ass. You make no sound, no movement. You are mine to control.
What if I left it here? Would you allow it? What would you do with all the tension we've been building? Would it feel like a slap in the face? Could you bear it? No, even if I loosed your bonds and allowed you up, even if I lay back and let you have your way with me, even if I let you come, you'd still be stretched tight as a wire. You'd have to go find some other way to break the unrelenting, itching something in your chest: with a fight, a drug, or a crime. But nothing would truly touch it.
Oh, sweet boy, don't worry. I am not a cruel master. I live to Tekirdağ Escort Bayan give you pleasure, not to take it from you. You've given me your surrender, and now I must grant you a reward. I press the pad of my thumb to your hole, finally, finally, and you sigh. Your body is so relaxed it pulls the tip of my thumb inside with the slightest effort. I spit, allowing saliva to pool around the place where my body penetrates yours before I work it inside. You're still so wet from my tongue that this is all it takes to grant entrance to my entire thumb. On my next thrust, I add some silky, flavorless lube to protect you, but I wonder if that first thrust made you ache.
You are deep in the zone now, but you are still making such pretty noises for me. Your body is a symphony that lets me know exactly how I am making you feel. When I wrap my fingers around your dick, keeping my thumb in your ass, you make a little shout, and so I keep my hand there, jerking and fucking you at the same time. Oh, sweetheart, yes. I tell you that it's okay to move now, and you work your hips, chasing an orgasm that I haven't yet told you is allowed.
When I find your prostate, you wail it feels so good. I know you will come if I keep it up for too long, but I let you chase your pleasure for a few more moments before I stop moving. You sound so upset I almost relent, but I know I can make it even better for you. I sit back on my heels and drizzle some more lube over my fingers, removing my thumb from your body. I roll your balls in my other hand as an apology and have two fingers back inside you before you get over the shock of having none.
Things are going to get intense now, and I tell you so. You hum a response and I fuck into you with my fingers, first in long, slow strokes and then in shorter, shallower bursts. You are panting into the mattress by the time I settle back down between your legs. At the first touch of my tongue to the head of your cock, you hold your breath. There are so many sensations now, so many zones of pleasure that I can see you are flying. Your breathing is like a song as I flick my tongue--quick, quick--along the underside of your cock, right where the nerves are gathered, never relenting from fucking you with my fingers.
You are so open and trusting like this, no barriers, no defense. You are close to crying now with overstimulation and wanting to come, but I know you can take more. I bury my fingers inside you and suck the head of your cock into my mouth with a pop. I know, baby, I croon. Soon. The pressure must be so intense. I press my thumb to your perineum, above your Escort Tekirdağ prostate, and massage in slow circles as I tease your cock slit with my tongue.
I know it must almost feel like pain now, the constant stimulation, and just as it becomes too much I slow down. I take my fingers from your hole and press my chest to the bed so that I can swallow your cock. This is the last step before you get what you want, and you know it. You sob with relief and then just keep on crying. It's okay to cry, I remind you. It's why we do this. Building up and releasing so much pressure all at once hits the release valve on all the other pressures in your life. You will leave my bed lighter than you started.
Are you ready?
You let out a cry. Are you my good boy? You nod vigorously. Does my good boy want to fuck himself? You make a sound like I've punched you.
Because that's why we are here. You are the one who will be penetrating your own asshole. You didn't even know this existed before I did it. There's nothing else like it. Frankly, I'm jealous that I can never experience it. You come harder this way than you do any other way. Pulling your balls to one side, I gently press your cock back over your perineum, nestling it against your hole. I press the heel of my hand to your shaft and lick all around your cockhead where it meets your entrance, and add more lube for good measure.
Breathe, baby boy, I tell you.
As you do, I sandwich the head of your cock between my palm and your hole and then I press. There is a moment of resistance that seems to go on for a long time before it slips inside with a pop, and you groan like it's coming from your soul. I situate myself behind you so that my hand is between my pelvis and your body, and begin to fuck into you. My clit is being stimulated by my knuckles, so if I do this right, I ought to be able to come with you. I set a punishing rhythm, fucking my hips into my hand, my hand into your cock, your cock into your body. Before long, your breathing stutters and I know you are close, so I thrust faster. Yes, yes, yes, you chant, and you are asking me a question.
Yes, baby boy. Come whenever you like. Fill your hole with your own cum, you fucking beautiful--
And you do. You shout, your cock pulses and I milk you through your orgasm. As soon as you are done, I cut your bonds and roll you over onto your back. I straddle your pelvis and gather some cum from between us and use it to frig myself, quick as lightning, before my own orgasm hits me like a train. I allow myself a few seconds before I massage your wrists and check in with you.
Okay?
You open your eyes and laugh. Never better, you say. I lay down and you curl your body around mine, laying your head on my breast. I card my fingers through your hair until your breathing slows. When I look down, you are asleep. I smile and close my own eyes. Who on earth is luckier than this?