Overnight Expression: Sir
I was exhausted and exhilarated after fucking Marta to the point where we both reached shattering orgasms, but I was also aware that I was crushing her. Her knees were up by her ears, and even though she was still holding me firmly around the neck, her breathing was labored. Slowly, I started to lift my weight off her with the intent of moving to a more comfortable position.
“Please don’t go,” she said in a small voice. “I want you inside me. Please.”
I smiled at her. “I’m not going, and I promise I will stay inside you, but I also want to shift to a more sustainable position.”
With that, I leaned back while keeping my cock plugged hard into her cunt, a little bit like doing a limbo, but bending back vertically rather than horizontally. I lifted her right leg off of my left shoulder, and gently moved it to the other side of my head, which allowed me to move my body under the right leg, off to her right side. I put my left hand down on the bed, and slowly lowered myself down onto my left side while turning her onto her left side, lowering her legs to the bed, and swivelling my body (and cock) so my body was parallel to hers, and I was behind her.
This left us cuddled like spoons, but my cock hadn’t left her cunt at any time.
“Wow!” she said, “I’m impressed,” in an amused voice.
Then, quietly: “Thank you for staying inside me.”
“Believe me, it’s my pleasure.” I reached down to pull the covers over us, then put my right arm across her body, hugged her close, gently cupped her right breast, and kissed the back of her shoulder.
We fell asleep like that.
…
I woke later on for the usual reason, quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to pee. When I tried to quietly get back in bed, I found she was lying on her back and looking up at me. She reached up, cupped her hand along the side of my face, and pulled me to her, then kissed me.
I was almost as stunned at the massive orgasms we both had when we made love, quietly and gently, in cowgirl position with her on top and controlling the pace, as I had been when I fucked her – and my – brains out.
We fell asleep again, cuddling like spoons again, with my cock still inside her.
…
I woke much later to the strange sensation of someone sucking my cock. It’s a great way to wake up, it mostly felt amazing, and it looked it even better as I watched her bobbing slowly up and down in the dim twilight. I was a little surprised when she forced herself down on my cock and made herself gag on it, which she held for a second or two before moving back up, swallowing hard, then starting to bob up and down again, but it felt so good that I didn’t waste much time thinking about that, or anything else. She kept doing that, up and down several times, then making herself gag on me, then recovering and starting again.
A smug, domineering thought crossed my mind that my cock probably tasted of both my cum and her cunt, and that I wanted to force her to lick and suck my cock clean, but coherent thought quickly vanished as she continued to suck me.
Very soon I put my hand on her hair and said, “I’m going to cum in your mouth if you keep doing that!”
She increased her speed, and sucked slightly harder, with the result that in almost no time I started to cum.
She immediately forced her mouth as far down my cock as she could, both gagging and swallowing at the same time, but keeping as much of my cock in her mouth as she could manage. My head felt like it was exploding, I saw bright lights going on and off, and I was having a hard time breathing, groaning and grasping the sheets as if I was afraid I’d fall off the bed. It was truly a mind-blowing, as well as cock blowing, experience.
When I regained awareness, I noticed that she was on her knees, holding very still, but still keeping my cock deep in her throat. I reached down, and put my hand gently on her head, stroked her hair and said, “Come here.”
Instead of moving up to my shoulder, she let my cock escape her mouth, moved down to my feet, curled up in a ball, kneeling before me with her forehead and palms flat on the bed by my feet, and said, in a small voice, “I am a slut, and a cunt, and a cocksucker, and I want to be your slave. Please.”
I was flabbergasted all over again that this unbelievably brilliant, incredibly beautiful woman was here – and saying and doing the things she was. I felt as if I’d stumbled into a storybook, but I had no desire to fall out of it.
To Be a Slave: Marta
There was a pause while he seemed to think over what I had just asked for, then he reached down, awkwardly grabbed some of my hair and gently pulled. “If you’re going to be my slave, then you need to do as I tell you. Come here!”
I quickly moved up the bed and snuggled close to him, with my head pillowed on his shoulder. He reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling them approximately over us, with the odd limb sticking out here and there. He stroked my hair, and kissed the top of my head.
After a while I asked, quietly, speaking into his shoulder, “Will you let me be your slave?”
There was a pause, then, using the iron-hard voice he had used with me when we arrived at his condo last night, he said, “Shut the fuck up, cunt. I’ll decide what I decide, when I decide it, and you will wait until I do. Understand me?”
“Yes, master.”
“I’m not your master.”
I considered, then said, “May I know your name so I know what to call you?”
“No, you may not.” He paused. “For now, call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” I was quiet, deciding that I’d better be still until he spoke to me again.
His body was warm, and although he was well-muscled, it was very comfortable – and comforting – cuddling up next to him.
Oddly, even though I knew nothing about this man, not even his name, I felt safe and cherished. I smiled to myself, feeling happier than I had for many years, then dozed off again.
…
When I woke up, I desperately need to go to the toilet, so I started to slip off the bed. He grabbed my wrist and said, “Where are you going?”
I made my voice small, “I need to go to the bathroom. Please may I?”
“No. Come here.”
Reluctantly, I moved back towards him.
“On a scale of 0 to 10, how badly do you need to go?” he asked.
“I’m at a 9, quickly heading for a 10 and an unfortunate accident.” I replied, “I really need to go, and it’s not just pee, either!” I thought this might be a proper inducement to get him to let me go.
“In that case, you’d better work quickly.”
“Sir?” I said, confused.
“If you want to beg to use the bathroom, your mouth must be full of my stiff cock when you do so.” And he waited.
Not quite believing it, I blinked. He merely waited, biding his time – but time was on his side, and he was still holding my wrist.
I nodded, then slid down the bed, gently lifted his almost limp cock, and sucked it into my mouth. He let go of my wrist.
I slowly sucked on his cock, as it stiffened, and gently bobbed up and down. After a couple of (desperate!) minutes, it was hard in my mouth. I went down on it, and mumbled around it, “Please sir, may I go to the bathroom.”
He sighed, and said, “Yes, but when you come back, you will come back to this exact position. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Then go.”
I quickly – but carefully – scrambled up from the bed into the bathroom. As I started to close the door, he said, “I didn’t give you permission to close the door, did I?”
I paused, then said, “No, Sir,” and swung it open again. I could feel my face turning red.
But I needed to go, so I did.
While I did that, I noticed that it was a large, luxurious bathroom, and even had a bidet, which surprised me. After I finished, I moved over to the bidet, to wash.
“Do not use the bidet,” Sir called out, so I washed my hands. then looked longingly at the large, well-equipped shower, and said, “May I have a shower please, Sir? I stink.”
“No, you may not. You stink of cunt, and I like it. Come here.”
I quickly moved back to bed, and started to take his still-stiff cock in my mouth. He stopped me.
“Come back up here and shut up.”
I did both things, happy to be next to him.
He smiled at me, licked my shoulder, and said, “I like it that you smell of cunt. Maybe I’ll see if I can get your scent bottled, then make you wear it to parties.” He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I laughed.
But even as I laughed, my cunt started to moisten again. He seemed to have more control over me than I did – and I liked it.
After a few more minutes of cuddling, he said, “Neither of us had any supper last night, and we both had a very active night, so how about if I make us some breakfast?”
As he said it, I realized I was famished, so I nodded vigorously.
He got up, went to his closet and got a bathrobe, which he belted around himself. I got out of bed, and asked, “Do you have a robe or something I could borrow?”
He stopped, and smiled a not very pleasant smile, “Yes, I do, but you aren’t going to wear it. I want you completely naked and on display. That’s why all your clothes are locked away, and will stay there until noon. In fact, when you sit at the table to eat, you are to keep your legs apart, so I can see your cunt.”
I blinked, then shrugged and said. “OK. So, when do we eat?” And stood up, stretching.
He stood looking at me with a strange expression on his face. I blushed, and started to cover myself with my hands, then stopped, dropped my hands to my sides, stood up straight and spread my feet wider so my thighs were farther apart. He probably couldn’t see it, but I was getting wet again.
He swallowed hard, and said, “Good girl. Come into the kitchen,” and turned away.
He is a very unusual man, and I find myself being quite captivated by him. And in more ways than just by having him lock away my clothes.
But what he did next caught me completely by surprise.
Table Talk: Marta
As he walked towards the kitchen, he stopped by a closet, opened it, and took out a thick, fluffy towel. When we got to the kitchen, he pulled out a chair, placed the towel over it, and said, “You should be comfortable here. Sit, and let’s talk.”
I sat very gingerly as my ass was truly sore. “You won’t tell me your name, but will you at least tell me something about you? You are a complete mystery!”
He gave me a happy grin, and said, “This is the first time in my life I’ve ever been a mystery man. It’s kind of nice.”
He paused, considering, then said, “OK, I teach math.”
I thought about that and started to cross my legs, then caught myself, spread my legs wider apart, and said, “Is there something I can tell you about me? Would you like to know my name?”
“You are Dr. Marta Maria Esteban Rabinovich.”
I was stunned. “How do you know that?”
“I know a great deal about you. In fact, you are, if it’s not too embarrassing to say, a hero of mine.” He paused, and gave me a haunted look as if he felt – guilty – somehow.
I got a very uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, and unconsciously closed my legs.
“You’ve closed your legs. You’re not being a very good slave.”
I looked at him. He sighed, held up a hand and said, “Please. I am not stalking you. I did not follow you to the reception, I didn’t even know you would be there, although I hoped so. But I was delighted to find you there, and decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up.
He sighed. “As I said last night, I’d like to ask you a question.”
I didn’t recall him saying he wanted to ask me a question. “What question?”
“I wanted to ask if you could help me understand your latest paper. How can it be that space-time is not reality, but just an illusion?”
I sat there, naked, after having been well and truly – and wonderfully – fucked, stared at him, then burst out laughing at the completely unexpected incongruity of his question. That released a lot of pent-up tension, and we both wound up literally rolling on the floor, holding our sides, and laughing uncontrollably.
Eventually, the laughter died down, and we found ourselves cuddling, like a yin-yang symbol, with my head on his stomach and his head on mine, on the floor of his kitchen. Actually, that told me something very important about him. The floor was clean enough that we could eat off it.