Porn and Orgasms #MasturbationMonday

I spent my free time over the past several days watching porn on my phone. A lot of it.

Two minute clips of gang bangs, face-fucking, extreme bondage, forced orgasms, and lots of humiliation. There had even been a glory hole or two in there.

Most of it was stuff I’d probably never do, but all of it made me insta-wet.

Getting ready for bed Sunday night, I mentioned to John Brownstone that I wouldn’t mind a little bit of what I saw.

“Which part?”

Oh, forced orgasms. Face fucking. Some humiliation. You know…kinky fuckery.

I bent over the bed, in my usual pre-bedtime position. Naked. Ass out. Ready for the few swats on my bottom I knew were coming. Instead, he kicked my feet apart. I’d spent the greater part of an hour watching complete filth from my phone. The moment my thighs parted, the heady scent of my desire surrounded us both.

“You little slut, I can already smell you.”

My hips tilted at his words, beckoning him and whatever he intended to do.

He smacked my ass. I know the impact was hard, enough to redden my skin and leave a handprint, but I wanted it so bad, I simply relaxed into it. It was better than a deep tissue massage. The pain didn’t register.

I heard the nightstand drawer open and shut. Then a buzz. Which toy was that?

The answer didn’t matter. A moment later, I felt a buzzing pressed against my pussy from behind. He went back to smacking my ass. Anytime I cried out or started to beg, he stopped both the spanking and the vibrations.

I went up on my toes. I arched my back. I spread my legs. Anything to bring the toy closer, to keep it in place, to get what I could feel looming.

“Please…” Desire bubbled up, centering on my clit.

Gone.

“Daddy, can –” Liquid warmth spread across my body.

Gone again.

“PleasecanIcome?!” I screeched the words out as fast as I could, afraid, he’d pull the vibrator away again. This time, he held it there, listening to me beg, laughing.

I clawed at the sheets, terrified I would come without his permission. My pleas were a litany on my lips. Nothing else mattered but a “Yes” from him.

Just when I thought I might rip apart into tattered pieces from the effort to hold back my own explosion, I heard, “If you want it, you better come now.”

I buried my face in the sheets and screamed. My thighs clamped down over his hand. I tilted my hips to push the buzzing head between my clit and the side of the bed. I rode that motherfucker for all it was worth. Muscles spasmed. Juicy come flowed. Cream oozed. My clit throbbed and burned and wanted more.

We played this game several times – tease, beg, force a release. Tease, beg, force another. Then he told me turn over.

My legs fell open, any strength I’d had in the beginning, gone. Spaghetti bones were all I had left. He began the game again. Tease, beg, force. This time, the throb in my body sent electricity through every limb. I choked back a scream as I twisted on the bed, bringing the wand and his arm with me. He pulled me back into position and pressed the vibrator even harder against my swollen clit. I sat straight up, unintentionally leaning into the sensations, falling towards him and off the bed. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through me.

He laughed. I whimpered.

Back on the bed, I shuddered and shook through wave after wave of orgasmic aftershocks. He stroked my back and whispered soothing words.

And then he spread me open and fucked me until we were both senseless and satisfied.

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! The lesson I learned from this one is to watch more porn. As a submissive masochist, all I can say, is that those orgasms hurt sooooo fucking good. If this wasn’t enough to make you squirm in your seat, go check out the rest of the smutty goodness from the other writers on this the best of all days.

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