Spent

"I spent you ... like eight times,    I spent you!"

This is his reply to the silly, dazed, exhausted, SPENT look on my face and his question of "How are you doing?" to which I simply breathed out, "ssspent."

So this morning, he woke up whispering sweet nothings of dark and dirty things he wanted to do to me.  His eyes weren't even open and he was setting the stage for a wicked playtime ... wickedly wonderful.

He asked me to help him with something in our room.  I genuinely though he wanted help with something.  As I followed him through the door, I proceeded to the clean clothes basket that he had just brought upstairs.  I took the hanging shirts and turned to take them to the closet.  He locked the door and took the clothes from my hand.  Oh ya, Game On!  I was so excited.  I had no idea.  Wahooo!

He told me to pull down the covers on the bed, take off my pants, and lay on my back with my legs bent.  He told me to close my eyes and keep them closed.

I hurriedly complied and waited with such excitement.  Oh, I ..... wanted, desired, needed, craved playtime with him.  I heard him rustling with what I presumed were toys.

I felt him sit down below my bent legs, on my feet.  I felt a soft, medium sized, rounded object pushing up and down on my lips.  He told me to open them up with my hands  I unveil my soft channel and he waisted no time in lubricating The Dildo with my own slick honey.  Within moments he begins pushing at my entry.  Oh, it's not medium sized after all.  He pushed it in ... a quarter inch and out ... a half inch and out ... an inch and out ... an inch and a half  and out ... two and out ... three and out ... four and a half and out, then he's pushing it all in.

He shoves it in hard and then lays on his side, right beside me.  He runs his hand up my body, pushing my shirt up with it.  He tucks it over my naked breasts.  He proceeds to twist and pinch and pull my nipples to attention, all the while talking.  He's rough with his words and actions.  He makes me respond.  I don't like to respond. I don't like to have to say that I want it, that I like it - but he likes to hear it from me, so I acquiesce.

"I can be gentile sometimes.  But sometimes fiona, you NEED it rough, don't you."
"Ask me for it.  Tell me you want to be fucked hard.  Tell me you Need me to fuck you hard with this dildo."

"Please Sir, please fuck me."  "How, fiona?"
"Please Sir, please fuck me .... hard."

He wastes no time in bringing me to orgasm with a gigantic dildo fucking with such force and speed that I am up and over in minutes.  But he doesn't stop when that happens.  He growls "Again, fiona.  Ask for it again."

"P,  P.  P.  Plh.  Ph hu hu h"  Yup - that's all I could get out before going back to panting mode.  Oh, not just panting, panting and moaning.

He pulls another two screaming orgasms from me as I bury my head in a pillow so as not to alarm those in the neighboring county.  After which he shoves it in to the lovely rubber ball sack and lays on top of me.  He pumps it into me and removes the pillows to unveil the hyperventilating, moaning, incoherent blob of ME.

"I want you to be sore.  I want to fuck you with this dildo until you are sore, do you understand, fiona?  Once you're sore, I'm going to fuck you just a little bit more.  I want your pussy throbbing."

Oh, holy hell!  Oh, if he didn't open his mouth and constantly be filling my head with such language, the experience would not be a tenth of what it is.  He pumps and I cum.  He lays beside me again and fucks and I cum.  He slaps my breasts and I arch into each strike... and ... you guessed it, I cum.

The last time he fucks hard.  He pushes the dildo in balls deep and slams it into me.  I feel it getting wetter and wetter.  I'm sore, but not from dryness.  Sometimes after he's fucked and fucked, I will run my cycle and go from wet to parched.  Not this time, I was simply getting wetter and wetter and the slickness was thicker and more lubricating.  Oh, it felt like heaven.

As I began that short ascent, one last time, I had the sudden - What the fuck was that?? thought.  I heard a muffled screaming sound, but didn't realize that it was coming from me.  I was so outside of my mind yet keenly aware of my body, alight with sensation.  It was a fabulous, fascinating, disjointed feeling.

His timing was spot on today.  He didn't stop fucking me - ever - until he had siphoned every ounce of cum from me.  He pulled The Dildo from me and put my hand on his throbbing cock.  It was so wet, with pre-cum sliding down and pooling at his balls.  Oh, I had a burning desire.  I began to bend, I wanted to suck to lap at his pool, but he grabbed my arm and hoisted me over him.  He placed his hand on my ass and pushed me down atop him.  He fucked, talked, bit, grabbed and pinched me until he came.

We collapsed, me on top of him, and instantaneously fell deep asleep.  Thoroughly Sssspent.