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CISHET MET, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

No one tells you that sometimes, the desperate maddening horniness you experience as a teenager can stay with you, your whole life. Especially if you have a hormonal disorder like I do. So imagine my surprise when at the ripe age of nearly thirty, during the follicular phase and ovulation in my cycle, I am waking up from wet dreams every single morning. Clenching my thighs, rubbing them together, rutting against the mattress. Humping the bunched up blankets and my own hand, as I soak through my panties, whining and biting at the pillows.

Today's dream begins to leave me already. I'm going faster, desperate to keep up, chasing after every little piece and detail I can still remember.

A woman with strong warm hands had sat me in her lap, my back to her chest, head nuzzled right under her chin. She spread my legs wide open and pinned them apart, with her own thighs hooking over mine. She took her time exploring my body, told me to stay still and be quiet, running one hand over my middle and chest repeatedly, while the other makes it's way down over my panties. Gently caressing at first, a single finger tickling an echo of a touch. Over my clit, circling and scratching with her nails, down my folds, smearing the already gathering moisture straight through the fabric. Pressing in with a knuckle at my hole, and rubbing, just enough to make fire start pooling underneath her movements.

I'm wriggling in her lap, but she shushes me and coos in my ear, tells me to be good and let her do as she pleases. She comes back to my clit, while her other hand is leisurely playing with my nipples, and starts rubbing in circles, over and over. Then she splays her whole hand over me, rubbing still, again and again, not giving me time to settle into the sensations, only to get wetter. She moves again and starts tapping right over my clit, faster and faster, till I'm writhing and gasping and can barely hold on, and right when I'm about to come, she removes her fingers from my chest and uses them to yank my panties aside while the hand that was on my clit lands slap after burning slap straight to my aching hole. I cannot help it, I cry out and try to get away, but she holds me tight against her and keeps going. Slapping away at my clit, my thighs, and every inch of skin she can reach. This is for her, not for me.

The onslaught leaves off, and I can breathe, but she's biting my shoulder, sucking at my neck, teeth grazing my jaw, and she continues to rub at my clit. I want to be still and quiet, like she told me to, but it's so much. I give out a needy moan, trying to press into her hand, when all of a sudden she stops and I freeze. She clicks her tongue at me and calls me a bad boy, tells me I don't listen, says she has to teach me how now. Before I have a chance to think about the implications, I'm being yanked up and spun around. Now sitting sideways across her lap, hands held firmly in the small of my back, chest arched into her face and legs wide open for her. She's looking at me appraisingly, and for my life, I'm desperate to pass this test.

She says she has something for me that will make me feel good. To trust her. So I do. She draws my legs together and pulls my panties off and away. They drop to the floor with a wet squelch that makes me cringe, but she just laughs. She says not worry, that she'll take care of me. If I'm a good boy and do as she says that is.

I have to be quiet and keep still again. I'm silently praying that I will be able to, even begin to believe it, until she sneaks her hand under the couch cushion and pulls out a clit pump and a nexus. My eyes become saucers and instinctively my legs clamp together. I'm shaking my head when she digs her nails into my jaw and makes me look into her eyes. I'm being very bad she says, that she will have to punish me if I keep acting out.

I force myself to relax and she smiles again. Her hand roving over my folds once more, gathering wetness and smearing it over the vibrator. No preparation and no warm up, she starts pushing in, I'm desperately trying to stay pliant as she whispers in my ear how well I'm taking it. Inch by agonizing inch, the burning stretch is slow and steady, till finally, it's set in place and I can take a breath. Right then, she gives a chuckle and pats over the base with her whole hand, jostling the toy inside me and making me thrash in her grasp. Before I get a chance to make a sound, her hand is clicking through something and then the toy is buzzing. She has it at the lowest setting, and still it feels like my whole gut is vibrating. Right enough to drive me mad, not enough to help me come. I leave a pitiful whine and she tells me to quit complaining, that she knows I like it, and that if I don't stop, she'll have to gag me.

She's right though, it is torture but I love it. Thighs open wide, a dollop of lube lands over my clit, fingers rubbing and pinching while I squirm, and the pump is being set into place. The hand at my back keeps squeezing and squeezing, my wrists smart something awful, back arched forcefully, I don't dare fight her. The pump sucks and sucks and sucks, and I feel like my stomach is being punched out of me. All the blood in my body gathering at my groin, the pressure, the burn, meanwhile the nexus is lazily buzzing away. I'm going to go mad. It's exquisite.

Without realising it, I'm crying out small pleas and wriggling something awful. A storm passes through her eyes, "Thats enough!" she says menacingly. She's had all she can can of me. She takes her hand away from the pump, letting it hang there, and reaches for the cushions again. This time, a ball gag with a leather fastening comes into sight, and she arches a brow, daring me to protest. I do my best not to react and she tells me she knew I'd want it, filling my mouth, pressing on my tongue, like the good little slut I am. My face is burning but I cannot deny it. She taps my chin and tells me to open, so I do just that, and she sets the plug in place. She calls me her precious boy as she kisses my nose, making me go cross eyed. Then kisses the gag, then my jaw, my neck, and makes her way to my chest. Her free hand has moved back to the pump, setting it to full power while her finger runs through my slick and circles at my hole, never dipping in. I try to breathe through it all, until her teeth find my nipple and I let out a yelp behind the gag. Hand moving between my legs, mouth securely attached to my chest, she looks up into my face with a knowing evil smile in her eyes.

Her mouth keeps going, licking, biting, sucking, bruising, nibbling, over and over, from side to side and back again, till I'm red and swollen everywhere. I'm fighting for breath when she lifts up with a chuckle, fingers still toying at my hole, and asks me "You can't help it, can you? Being a needy whore? Always wanting to be touched? To be played with? To be filled?" My cunt is weeping, clenching at nothing, hips bucking into the air, pathetic mewls falling from my mouth. She laughs and pats me condescendingly, tells me not to worry, that she'll give me what I need.

I don't get a chance to process the thought, and she's pulling something else from the cushions. Might be Pandora's box back there, I fight not to say, in fear of the consequence. This time it's a dildo. Bigger than we've ever used before. I don't think I can take it and try to say so from behind the gag. She shushes me again, says that if I'm her good boy and want to please her, I'll do exactly as she says. That she's been stretching me open for months, that I'm ready, that I can take it. She looks at me with big hungry eyes and I give in. My legs fall open a little more and delight etches in every feature of her face, "Oh, what a good darling!" she coos at me. She then pulls a two way strap, and draws my legs together for a moment. Settles it on me, before letting them fall open again. Sparing me only a glance and a single wink before dropping another dollop of lube over me. She sets the head at my hole and with a final smile, starts pressing in. It's too wide from the get go, I can feel it. I make a pitiful noise, but the only reassurance I get is a firmer squeeze around the wrists at my back.

The stretch of it nearly tears me apart, I start choking behind the gag, begging for a reprieve, but she keeps going. Only gently nuzzling my neck with her jaw. She whispers in my ear how good I'm doing, how well I'm taking her cock, how tight and warm I feel. How much she loves me. Her precious angel, her perfect boy. Before I know it, the toy is fully in and she's holding it in place with the palm of her hand. I feel it so deep, it's going to split my hips right down the middle. "Well done baby. There you go, there you are" she speaks softly, voice full of awe. I can barely breathe and I'm given just a second before she's moving again, securing it to the strap. Then fingers flicking at the pump, making my whole body jostle as I yelp trough the spit leaking from my mouth. She only laughs, tells me we're nearly there.

She releases the pump and a volcano erupts in my groin. At lightning speed, my whole body is burning, I can feel my own heartbeat in my clit. It's the most miraculous of agonies. She's chuckling lowly, "That's right baby, knew you'd love this one." She Vs her fingers on either side of my clit, rubbing. Tells me how good I look, how big and swollen my pretty pink cocklet is. She wraps her hand around me and pumps, up and down, excruciatingly slow. I can feel the drag at the back of my teeth, wildly trashing in her grasp, body desperate to throw her off.

She clicks her tongue at me again, saying I should know better by now. That I shouldn't deny her whats hers. Because my hole, is hers. My cock, is hers. My pleasure, is hers. I am, entirely, hers. She owns me. She decides when, where and how I get to come, if I get to come at all, or if will be teased to insanity, tortured and denied, for no other reason than because she wishes so. And I can't to anything but take it.

She finally gives me a break, for just a moment, and let's go of my wrists. She pulls my hands to my front, massaging them gently, kissing at my fingers, my palms, and once more over the ball in my mouth. Then she tells me to lie back, close my legs and stay still. Not to move a muscle. Not a hair. Not an inch. All I can do is obey. I lie fully on the couch and blink back at her. The nexus buzzes on and the dildo nestles even deeper within me somehow. I'm in hell.

She smiles and rises above me. Peeling her clothes off slowly, teasing her nipples through her bra, then under it. She pulls it off as well, squeezing her tits, making me watch. She sneaks a hand in her panties. She's soaked as well, though you'd never know, if she didn't want you to. Head thrown back, lost in her own pleasure, she's gasping and sighing. She's grazing her folds slowly, and circling her clit, I can see the pink flutterings through the wet translucent lace, and whine needily. She comes back to the moment, as if just remembering I was ever there, and smirks at me. In a mock pout, she says it's a shame I can't touch her. But that she knows I'm dying for a taste. She comes closer, turns around, bending at the waist, slowly pushing down her underwear. Over her hips, her ass, her thighs, her calves. She lifts foot after foot and kicks them aside. I'm drooling continuously and foaming at the mouth, hands aching to touch her. But I stay still, begging with my eyes, doing as she asked.

She turns back over and looks me up and down. Just as she left me. She smiles, pleased, and climbs over me, settling her legs on either side of my head. Oh Satan, I'm so turned on I might die. "Not a muscle pet", she reminds me, pulls her folds open with one hand and sinks down, right atop the ball. I moan in delirium. She sneaks her other hand in my hair, wrapping small curls around her fingers and gripping painfully at my scalp. Trapping me between the soft haven of her thighs. She starts grinding, rubbing herself over my gag, my nose, my chin. Getting wetter and wetter. Some of her slick drips around the ball and into my mouth, it's pure honey. I'm in love. She's moaning above me, moving her hips, bucking into my face, faster and faster. She's drenching us both, seeping into my nose, I can't breathe. But God, what what a way to go this would be. She's riding me for all I'm worth, faster than light, shallow breaths and squeaks falling from her lips. Till her hips lose their pace, beginning to stutter, and she's coming. Gushing all over my face, my neck, the couch cushion, and her own legs. Making a puddle underneath us.

She grinds to a halt, chest heaving, looking down at me through half lidded eyes. A warm smile splits her face, "Well done baby" she says. "So obedient, so good for me", she murmurs as she climbs off and lays a final kiss onto my gag. My whole body is strung up, veins burning, hair pasty and sticking out, I'm covered in a sheen of sweat and both our slicks, a complete mess. But she's looking at me like I'm the greatest treasure of this Earth. A last meal, for a starving, dying man. She humms, and locks eyes with me once more.

"I think my boy deserves a reward." I'm so desperate, but I can't risk another denial. Not a move nor a whine, I lay still and meet her gaze with all the strength I can muster. She nods in silent agreement. "Perfect. You've been so good for me. I think you should fuck me now." My brain is screeching. "Would you like that, to fuck my pussy and make me come?" I nod frantically, at neck breaking speed, and she laughs above me. "I'll take that as a yes." She reaches back under the cushion and pulls out what looks like another dildo. My brows scrunch up in confusion. Is she going to take the big one out of me? Then she turns it around. It's hollowed out. A stroker strap.

My pulse thuds inhumanely and my eyes grow into full moons. "That's right sweetheart. We didn't get your pretty cocklet nice and hard for nothing." She moves down and pulls another lube, the intense warming kind. Sweat beads out at my forehead. There's no point in complaining, in begging or even praying. She is my Goddess and she will do with me as she pleases. So I resign myself to the torture and let her flick and pinch my clit again, rubbing the lube all over me, making me into an even bigger and more desperate mess. The effect is almost immediate with how sensitive and swollen I am. It burns, tears pooling at my eyes. She takes my cock between two fingers, cooing how cute it is, how pretty I look. My cheeks are blazing with thrilling shame. She slides the stroker on slowly, not giving me any reprieve as she teases it up and down a couple of times. I keep my whines at the back of my throat and look at her, how happy she is in breaking me apart. So I let her.

She pushes the stroker all the way down and through the clips of the strap, leaning into me and kissing the head, eyes locked into mine. She swirls her tongue and wraps her lips around it, sucking. Just a gentle tingle on my clit, already my chest is heaving. A menacing smile stretches her mouth around my cockhead, and she sinks down in a single motion, sucking me at full force, right to the back of her throat and hungrily moaning around me. I feel it all to my core and can't help myself anymore. My legs twitch and shake and I'm letting out filthy groans and gasps around the gag.

Too soon she lifts off and I'm mewling like a wounded animal. She laughs wholeheartedly and says, there's some fight left in me yet, but not to worry, that we'll fuck it right out soon enough. She extends an arm somewhere behind me and comes back, holding a collar and a leash. Without question or comment, she wraps the collar around my throat, tight enough to choke me gently even without moving. Her hand lays on top of it, a weight of warmth and comfort as she looks down pleased. She draws back, wrapping the chain around her fist and pulling me up by the neck.

"There we are, my handsome prince. For this next part, I'm going to lie back and you're going to do exactly as I say if you want to come today. Understand?" I nod and she pats my cheek "Good boy," she says and my stomach tingles. She relaxes into the couch and splays her legs wide open, cunt at full display and dripping. I'd die for a taste, but I know I'm not allowed. "Come here," she says and pulls me in by the leash. I climb atop of her, but don't touch. I wouldn't dare without permission. She kisses my gag again "Well done my darling, behaving yourself so well," and pushes at my arms so I'm settled securely at either side of her head, holding onto the arm of the sofa. She pulls me closer by my cock and I let out a startled squeak, she's smiling teasingly "Like that gorgeous? Feels good?" I nod and whine. She laughs at me "I know pet, I know." Settling the strap against her opening, she runs it over her clit, making herself gasp, eyes closed in bliss. She looks back up at me and snakes her hands around my waist, scratching at my back, groping my ass, and pulling me in. I can feel the drag everywhere in my groin, and I can't breathe. It's slow and painful, she's peppering tender kisses all over my face, "Almost there darling. That's it, all in now," she says as I sink to the hilt, and she pats my ass gently.

She locks eyes with me, voice stern, and says "Now fuck my cunt like I know you want to, and no coming without permission," then pecks the sloppy ball in my mouth. "Oh, and you can make all the noise you want, don't hold back". She smiles and immediately sets her hands on my hips pushing me back then pulling me in. It's devastating. It's paradise. The dildo in my hole, the nexus in my ass, the stroker on my cock, all tingling, setting me ablaze with each slow drag in and out of her. I'm lost to the sensations soon enough, settling into the easy rhythm, wanting to hold on for her as she grinds her hips against me. All of a sudden there's a click from somewhere nearby, and the dildo starts buzzing too. My eyes fly open, my lower half shaking without any of my input. She grabs my ass and holds me still, tight against her "Breathe, breathe." She instructs me. "Let it settle. There you are, easy, just breathe," I'm trying my best to push through, but it's already too much and I try to say so behind the gag. She guffaws, "What? Did you think I'd make it easy for you? Nuh uh, you gotta work for it honey. Now be a good boy and make mommy come." She is grinding again, moving against me, bucking her hips, and I'm desperately trying to follow her movements, thrusting in and out. She's digging her nails in my ass, scorching needles, every feeling etched into the center of my brain. She sneaks a hand between my cheeks and pushes down on the vibrator. I jump and whine, shutting my eyes tight in concentration, praying not to come. Then she presses once again, and the nexus is going even stronger, harder. I can feel it in my cunt, both it and the dildo rubbing and buzzing together. It's agony. I can't help it, I start begging through the gag. But with each squealed 'please' that leaves my throat, she only tightens my leash, choking me more and grinding closer against me, a firm 'no' on her lips.

Tears begin blurring my vision, I can feel fire in my spine from the force of holding myself together. She drops her hand from the leash and pulls a wand from the pillows, trapping it between us at full power. It settles right under her clit, nestled against the hilt of my cock, sending each vibration through me as I keep thrusting into her. My arms shaking, toes curling, spine arching, I'm screaming and begging behind the gag, still holding on, still trying to make her come. Her head thrown back, arched into me, she picks the leash back up and pulls on my collar, choking me more, "That's it baby, keep going, keep fucking me, don't stop, don't stop, don't st-" and she's coming, and coming, and coming. Body taut, legs out and up, arms pulling me impossibly close as I keep grinding and thrusting, her mouth set in a silent scream, eyes rolled back, she's coming. Squeezing my cock unbelievably tight, toys still buzzing, I'm crying fully and openly now, still pleading non stop, waiting for permission, hanging on for my master's command like the dog I am.

Just when I think I'm about to have a heart attack and die on top of her, her clenching gives out. Panting, she looks back up at me, smiling at the mess I am. I wait and wait and wait. And I keep going, trying to fuck her as best as I can. She hasn't said I can stop. She hasn't said I can come. So I keep going. Giant disgusting tears rolling down my cheeks, spit spilling around the gag, down my neck and onto her chest. But the command doesn't come and I am panicking, thinking she won't let me come, thinking she won't let me stop, thinking I'll die like a tortured animal, a slave to her desi-

"My perfect slut, my gorgeous whore, that's it angel. Now be a good boy, and come for me!" and that's it. Before the words have even fully left her mouth, I'm coming. My body is seizing, convulsing atop her, every nerve ending on fire. I'm blind, deaf, mute. I'm being torn apart and I'm flying. It's horrible. It's the best thing I've ever felt. My heart has stopped, my lungs not working. I'm falling. Wave after wave of crushing pleasure shooting through me like a bursting star. I'm ripping through the fabric of the armrest with my nails. I can't take it. It's everything and it's too much. Every bit of my groin is pulsing, and vibrating, and pooling fire right into my core.

But she keeps holding me and grinding me into her, snaking her hand to the nexus, setting it to full power. She let's go of the leash, and holds me down to her, one hand behind my waist, while pushing the wand into us both with the other. It's so much. I can hear an echo distantly "That's it baby! Well done! Come for me, keep coming for me! You're so pretty when you come, my good boy!" But I can't react, I can't do anything, I can't take it.

And she's coming again. And so am I. She's clenching around me, howling my name, and the vibrations tear me apart. The muscles in my abdomen stop contracting, and my body lets go. I'm coming and gushing between us, screaming into the gag, head thrown back, spine arched, eyes crossed and rolling out. I'm trembling, and I'm gushing, and gushing, and gushing. Seeing stars, I try to listen to her voice through the ringing in my ears. The toys are still vibrating and spraying the mess everywhere. She praises me through, "Good job baby!", "Well done honey!" and "Yes, yes, yes darling! Give me your come! Give it to me! Fill mommy up!" And I keep going till I feel like my head is exploding, and I can't even scream anymore. I'm completely empty, and yet so so full.

I'm about to collapse on top of her when one by one, the toys stop. The wand is first, haphazardly pushed away, then the dildo, with the remote hastily dropped while she frantically searches for the button between my cheeks, and finally the nexus, off too, and I'm numb. I'm a numb dead man. I've died, and now I'm in the afterlife. There's no other way to explain how I feel. I've passed away and floating on a cloud somewhere. I can't think, only drift.

Slowly I come to, and she's holding me close laying on her chest, whispering praise in my ear, carding fingers through my hair, till I can finally make a sound and she humms pleased. Gentle hands sneak behind my head and undo the gag. I'm still nestled inside of her, but I turn my head slowly, and feel a kiss on my forehead as she rubs at my jaw.

"Time to get up darling," she says, then starts moving me, and pushing me out. The stroker still on, I'm shivering, oversensitive clit being worked painfully. She soothes me "I know honey, I know. Let's go ahead and take that off." Slowly and carefully, she unties the strap completely at my hips, and starts pulling out the dildo, with a disgusting squelching sound. It aches and my hole immediately clenches around nothing. Sore, swollen and abused. But I've come so hard and am so soaked, she can't help but run two fingers through the dripping creamy mess, and push it back in. It's delicious torture, and I squirm, jostling the stroker. I'm dizzy and whining. She looks at my hole in awe and hunger, and I don't know how, but I feel myself flutter with excitement at the prospect of 'more'.

One final tap, and she finally moves to the stroker. She looks up at me, worrying her lip, "This might hurt a little sweetheart," she says, "hold on to me" and puts my arm over her shoulder. She pushes a finger at the bottom of the toy, slowly letting in air, and the suction gives way. The immediate blood flow to my groin is a shock to the system. The most amazing agony. I gasp, my head thrown back, and try to even out my breathing, push through. I dare look down. My clit is huge, so long and swollen. Gosh, I love it. My whole cunt is red and puffy. Completely ruined. It's the best thing I've ever felt.

She pulls me onto the couch, lays me down softly and goes to the kitchen. Looking back at me, never out of sight, not leaving me alone. She comes back with water, some paper towels, ibuprofen, and a cold pack in a cloth rag. She helps me drink and take some painkillers. "It will hurt less later this way" she says. Then gently taps at the worst of the mess on me, anywhere I'm wet, and everywhere I'm leaking. She wraps the pack in the rag completely, and lightly holds it over my cunt. I hiss at first, but find soon that it's an unimaginable relief. I smile at her. She leans in to kiss me, "I love you. My sweet, good, perfect angel." Then she settles next to me. I'm pressed between her and the back of the couch. Warm, safe. She pulls a blanket over us both. We'll take a nap and then shower after. I kiss her above her heart, and she knows. I love her.

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