A Guided Experience

"Fuck!"

The stone cock warms to my body now, making for a different sensation. The rod is thicker than most men's length, on the longer side, and has a very pleasant heft to it. This feeling of weight delights me and is different from any real cock or toy I've had before. Master Claude expertly varies the angle, and the thickest whorls are now hitting and massaging my g-spot. I can't say I was a big g-spot enthusiast in the past, but right now it dawns on me that sadly I didn't know what I was doing at all. This angle feels different and so incredibly good.

"Oh, yes, Maaaster! Sooooo good" I moan.

Before I know it, my piercing, loud moans fill the air and I am climbing close to ecstasy.

Thoroughly.fucked.with.marble.

I feel a hand grasp my breasts and expertly tweak my nipples while the other continues the thrusting of the stone rod. Lightning crackles from nipples to my belly and strikes at my core.

"Oh Sir! Maaaaaster!" The clenching erupts in me as I buck and writhe in my release.

I don't come quietly.

Master Claude laughs and keeps both his hands busy for a while longer. In the afterglow of my spectacular climax, my consciousness is hazy, and I feel an unfamiliar ember come aflame inside me, creating a sudden urge to push. A moment of fear grips me at the unfamiliar yearning.

"Sir...? I... I need to push?!" I look to him, frightened.

"Perfection. Push Mademoiselle, let yourself go again! I have you. You are safe."

I bear down, and gasp, feeling fluid squirt out of my still intermittently filled opening, bathing the marble rod and streaming around and over it, onto the grass below the machine I'm so wantonly riding. My whole body shudders with unimaginable pleasure.

At 43, I just had another first. I've read about squirting, but resigned myself to my body being incapable of the feat. The release is next level, and I black out.

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I come to, still hazy and utterly shattered by that new-to-me secondary release. My body throbs and shines with the heavy afterglow. I am sitting on a padded bench at a different station now, slumped partly against the lithe body of the man who just took me to levels of ecstasy previously unknown. He smells soooo good - black tea, leather, and a clean, masculine tang. His body is warm, solid and steadying. I still have my blindfold on. One of his arms drapes around my body and my back presses into his very well muscled, broad chest. A few sporadic curls of coarse hair reside in the central part of his chest. I love a little chest hair. Memories of the sensation of my hard nipples brushing against chest hair in missionary position with past partners pumping into me, flood my sex-primed brain. My nipples harden and tighten. I lean my head back and lick my parched lips.

"Water...please...Master" I coo.

Instantly, he brings a glass of icy water to my lips and tilts it gently so I may drink, like a child. He gently brushes my hair from my face. Two water glasses later, he speaks softly:

"Open your mouth, ma petite, eat."

I oblige and he gently feeds me what I quickly taste to be top tier sushi, my favourite. I gobble up the morsels from his hands and moan in appreciation.

" I have your meds too, here"

He feeds the pills to me and gives me water again. I'm not sure why I'm allowing myself to be fed and keeping my hands limp at my sides for now. Must be part of the afterglow. He's caring for me so tenderly.

A cold cloth gently wipes at my lips, forehead and face, and slowly moves down my neck. Reflexively, I kiss the back of his hand and whimper at his continued caring touch. He lingers by my mouth as I bestow more kisses on his hand. Gently, I nibble on the skin and put the first knuckle of his ring and middle finger in my mouth. I mouth his fingers gently and suck softly, whimpering. Images of taking a cock in my mouth briefly flash in my sex-infused brain.

"Mademoiselle..." he growls, half with warning, half with what sounds like...pent up exasperation. Encouraged by what I hear, I take two of his fingers deeper into my mouth and kiss, lick and suck, like I would work the tip of his cock giving oral sex. Is this my way to show gratitude? His fingers were just minutes ago ravaging me wholly and conjuring copious volumes of heady moisture from my slit. I taste myself on his fingers still. Gods, it's so incredibly hot. I'm not entirely sure of my motivation for sucking on his hands, but I indulge the overwhelming need. I imagine myself on my knees, taking him in my mouth and my arousal stirs. Just Feel and do. Still no thinking.

Master Claude plays with me, now reciprocating my mouthing with gentle exploring of my mouth with his fingers. Heat rises between my legs. I exhale loudly, venting the growing tension just a little. He groans again and this time barks out a warning:

"Careful, Mademoiselle....

eeunghhhhhh...." he throws his head back, grunting, visibly struggling for control.

Gods, his growl undoes me. My juices run again. I feel them leaking, despite my legs still being held widely open by the spreader bar, allowing for maximum breeze access. Allowing for, no, lewdly inviting, HIS full access.

The hand with the cold moist towel now leaves my mouth and moves between my legs. The cool towel makes me gasp and squirm as he gently cleans some of the crusted and pooling juices around my entrance. Then the towel is gone and it's as if he can't help himself and against his better judgment dips his fingers into my sex again. Full access must be tempting, maybe even irresistible, though I find it incongruous that this firm, mature and highly professional man can struggle at all with control.

While I was tight as a bow on the last machine, I'm now spent, glowing and heavy. His caregiver vibe is a sharp change from the firm pleasure coach he just embodied, and yet with his fingers playing with me again, he seems to straddle both roles seamlessly. Tender and devious, caring and naughtily wicked. Fingers now slide in and out of me, faster and faster, and I'm feeling myself wound up and coiling again inside. I meet his thrusts, always eager for more. My lips part and I pant. My hips buck wildly. He's eerily quiet for a while, except for stifled, pained moans escaping his lips. The arm he had around me springs to action and he starts titillating my nipples and breasts anew. A pinch, a roll, always a novel sensation. My body responds like an instrument to a virtuoso's touch.

This man was a complete stranger hours ago, and now he is my undoing. I haven't even seen his face. He's brought me two mind blowing climaxes and is fucking me with three fingers now like there's no tomorrow while I lewdly writhe on a debauched sex contraption. His hood brushes my neck as I realize his mouth has descended onto my left breast. I didn't expect that in the least.

"Fuuuuck, Sir." I whimper and lean into his mouth.

He laughs darkly.

"Gods know, I want to." He says, guttural and almost inaudible, before he sucks and abuses my nipple, hard. I hear his heavy breathing and startle. What is happening here?

I suddenly find energy to use my arms and I reach for him. From my seated position on the bench, I trace his arms, move my hands along his spectacular chest, and slowly reach past his hood, to his face.

"No, ma petite," he moans.

He withdraws his fingers from me. I am left gaping.

"Why? I am using my words like you asked. I'm SO hot for you I'll burst. Let me touch you."

"No. We can't. I won't be able to keep control if you do..."

"What control? Unless you teleported out in the last hour, I think you'll agree you've coaxed me to leave any shreds of control at the door. Gone, absent."

He chuckles.

"As it should be. But I must maintain control."

"Master, what are you saying? No control is needed. I want you to lose it with me. I want you. More than anything, I cant believe im saying this, but, I want you to...fuck me. To feel your perfect, fleshy cock in me this time. I can beg and implore. Pleaaase, Master....I'm so hot for you. So wet for YOU. I want you wrapped in me. I need you to fill my emptiness completely."

"FUCK." He shouts and stands up.

"Impossible. Not part of the contract right now. The integrity of our Garden would be at risk. Maybe in the future, if you chose to continue and renegotiate next terms. Even then, it's not a good idea right now anymore."

I've heard enough. I whip my blindfold off and open my eyes. He immediately tugs the hood down to hide his face. I drop to my knees, the spreader bar still there, weirdly hobbling me, but I mange to kneel. I'll need help standing up. I'm naked in front of him, my legs splayed open behind me, ankles locked apart, and I pull his hips towards me. I work his leather pants off and my eyes can't look away from his hard length still trapped in the leather of his pants, throbbing, stiff and threatening to burst through the fabric. He groans loudly and reaches for my head, at first I think to push me away but instead he tangles his fingers in my hair and moans, tortured. I release his cock and it springs forward, ready and beautiful.

He's over 7 inches and at least as thick as the marble toy he just used on me. He's warm and throbbing as I take him in my hand. I kiss the tip and take him in my mouth. The taste of the dew on his tip is strong, an elixir stoking my arousal.

Master Claude moans wildly. I eagerly do all the work until he growls and starts fucking my mouth with new resolve, I take him deep and let him drive the pace. He hits the back of my throat and I swallow. He moans deeply and pulls out.

"I have to stop."

His erection points at me, as eager and ready as ever.

"Good, because I want you to finish inside me. Not in my mouth, but between my legs. In the perfect sheath for your throbbing rod. Fuck me, Master Claude. How do you want me?"

He wails, like a wild animal. Within seconds he crouches and moves behind me to quickly snap off the spreader bar. His strong arms lift and cradle me and in the half shade of his ample leather hood, his lips are suddenly, maddeningly crushing into mine. He's dark and wild, and larger than life, like a werewolf finally granted his prey. His tongue gently parts my lips and violently explores every corner of my mouth. I respond in kind, tasting and smelling his mouth and face now before I've had time to even take a good look at it. I wouldn't recognize his photo yet, but I'd pick him out by smell and taste. What a topsy-turvy way of getting to know someone.

He is perfection. His sexy stubble scrapes my soft flushed skin as he continues to drive his face into mine. His smell is delicious and disarming, an undeniable spread-your-legs-now potion. Our hands are now moving wildly up and down each others' bodies, hanging onto so tightly to the other as if they were at risk of evaporating. I steal glimpses of his beautiful face, tousled dark brown hair falling in long strands around his face, hazel eyes with black specks, and a sexy scar diagonally bisecting his left eyebrow, eye and cheek. The face I had to get a whipping for wanting to see. My sex clenches as I wonder if he'll flog me now for all my brazenness, but I seem to know he's utterly undone.

"Your cock. In me. This is all I need. It's everything. The rest of the how, where, how long, how hard, how deep, with what else, and whatever else is entirely up to your delicious control, Master." I moan.

He howls and literally takes me under his arm and whisks me away in record speed to the dais with the walls and pillars. His gaze is fire. His hands are firebrands to my soft kindling. He places me facing the pillar, lifts my arms above my head in one swift motion and attaches wrists to cuffs at the top of the pillar. I'm stretched, but this position is a good counter to how I spent most of my time on all fours up until now, and i breathe more freely. Only now, I pick up on the growing soreness in my tested, ravished body. Cool marble is smooth and feels like a blessing on my hot skin, the pillar supporting the space between my breasts. I rest my head sideways against the pillar as I feel Master Claude tenderly but oh so firmly kick my legs apart and secure the ankles to o-rings in the ground. Another spreader style. My wetness drips down my open, angled thighs and I moan. He wipes the sticky, warm trickle with his hand and moaning, sucks his own fingers before feeding them to me. I taste my own salty tang and the hotness of his mouth.

So.incredibly.hot.

His mouth ravages my neck and back, while his arms wrap around me to the front and begin working my breasts and nipples.

"Hottest sand dollars in the realm."

He breathes heavily into my ear, as my breasts engorge in his hands and my nipples instantly stand at attention.

For years I've been self-conscious about my large areolae and nipples and thought them unattractive, thanks to a judgmental boyfriend in my youth who'd comment on their flaws. Master Claude just melted all that away with that one line. I feel desired and so sexy. He grazes his nails so lightly over my large areolae, worshipping them. While continuing his kisses, he produces from his pocket some jewelry and I feel him returning to my pert nipples. He fiddles and I gasp, feeling lighting bite my nipple and shoot straight between my legs, through my belly button. Nipple clamps. Another first experience, oft imagined and fantasized about. They are lovely, silver droplets that weigh down my nipples, pulling them down slightly and making me hyper aware of my breasts. He attaches a chain between them and a third connection in the middle with a jeweled droplet that he clamps onto my swollen clit. All droplets have aquamarine stones embedded in them for shine and sparkle. I'm aroused beyond measure, and feel like a princess from a heady, exotic land.

Master Claude sheds his boots and leather pants and I hear him drop the riding crop to the ground with a thud. Will its sting be in store for me as punishment for crushing so many boundaries? I shudder. Kisses return and Master Claude is moaning louder than I've ever heard him moan before. He enters me from behind in one hot thrust and spears me to the hilt.

"This is how I want you right now. And I will have you, ma petite."

He growls and grunts that fire into my ear.

I writhe and push into him with every thrust. He's so deep in me and we're both desperate to join together seamlessly, again and again, and again. He pulls gently on the silver T-chain at key points and its white hot fire again, electrifying the front of my body.

"Fuck me so hard Master. Tease my clit and nipple nubs more, please. All completely yours. I'm going to explode..." I whimper.

"Come for me, ma petite, NOW." He demands.

Another well timed tug on the nipple jewels and his words make me come undone as if on command, my sex clenches and milks his throbbing cock. I buck and shake in his arms, leaning against his chest and collapsing between his firm body and the rigid pillar. In seconds I feel his cock spasm inside me and shoot his release. He holds me and kisses me and I turn my face for the hottest make out session I've ever experienced. Amidst the indecent kisses, he still plays with the silver chains, gentler now, and cradles me against him.

I love feeling his spent softness within me, bathed in our joined juices, it's so incredibly hot and sweet and tender. I whimper, not wanting him to pull out, hoping he'll let me relish us staying tenderly as one for a little bit longer.

My eyes widen. Incredulous, I feel him swell, tumescent inside me, just minutes after our release. I'm aroused again as well and eager to have him start thrusting anew.

"You are hard again, Sir...I don't believe it..."

"No one could. You do this to me, only you. What have you done to me, ma petite?"

We go for another round, slower and maybe even hotter than the last. I'm pinned this time between the pillar and his body, facing him. He thrusts slowly and languidly from the front this time, and is, fortunately for me, incredibly generous, bestowing kisses on my mouth while I can only rest, stretched tight and helpless against the pillar, unable to use my restrained arms to reach for him or draw us closer. Being at his mercy like this intensifies my desire. I ride him with my legs around his waist, our gazes locked, and soon I shudder in my fourth climax of the day.

After cooling off from his own fireworks display of a release, he whisks me away across another garden path and we find ourselves in a small villa, ensconced for the first time today in a luxurious bed. He takes me to the beautiful bathroom and makes sure I do what I need to and we bathe each other in the mosaic tiled shower room, both sexily and tenderly, with the luxurious spa toiletries supplied. We find it hard to stop touching each other. I want to fuck again, and the stirring in his cock tells me he does as well, but I am very sore and exhausted and Master Claude puts his foot down and forbids it. He says we have lives, important lives, and I have to be able to walk tomorrow.

He plays with my hair and has finally removed his hood. He is absolutely beautiful and somehow completely enamored with me.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this..." He says, gravely.

"What now? Where do we go from here?" He's genuinely concerned and worried.

"I've failed you as your Guide. We've both violated the contract today in so many ways..."

"I don't know. But this was the best experience of my life and I sure as hell am calling a 'save point' on us.

Four mind blowing orgasms, squirting, whipping, nipple and clit clamp firsts and it all evolving into the lovemaking of the century makes you the most stellar Guide. And I would have no other. Ever.

And, ahem, I really don't think my deliciously sore and thrumming body would agree that the contract is what was most violated today... and I crave more of that sweet violation even now. Thank you, Sir, for today.

I'm afraid I'm yours, Master Claude..." I kiss him passionately, and he hungrily reciprocates.

"Ma petite... mine." He growls back and holds me close.

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Thank you for reading! What does the future hold for Mara and Master Claude? What new adventures, if any, will they explore and how will the balance of power evolve?