Pick a Toy

He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him. A moan escaped his lips as he felt her cock brush against his cock. It was so foreign and full of promises. He pulled back to stare down at it. She reached over and grabbed the bottle of clear liquid again and used some to stroke herself. She tugged at her cock slowly, letting him watch. He moved to touch it, but then hesitated. "Would you like to stroke me, slave?"

He paused then nodded once. She turned over his hand and poured some lube onto his palm. He reached for her and palmed her cock. It was warm to the touch and not as solid as he originally thought. It was rubber and gave when he squeezed it. He began stroking it like he would his own cock. On the down stroke, he heard her moan. "Does this please you, Mistress?" he asked as he stroked her again.

"It's....there's....one inside me too." Her voice was ragged, and he stroked her harder.

She pushed against his shoulders until he was lying sideways across the bed. She pushed his knees to his chest and slid a finger inside him. She met no resistance so she slid another finger inside. He arched his back, and she could wait no longer.

She placed her cock at his opening and paused, looking at him. Waiting. She was pressing against him but not hard enough to penetrate. His eyes opened to find hers. When their eyes locked, she began to press forward. Her hands were on his hips, holding him for the slightest bit of leverage. She felt the head slide in as he moaned loud and deep. She paused, letting him savor the feeling, until he reached for her and whispered, "Please."

It was the slowest she had ever moved. She wasn't even sure she was moving until she felt the tops of her thighs pressed against his ass. She settled her weight against him and reveled at the feeling of being inside him. It was so invasive, so personal, and so damn sexy.

"Am I hurting you?" she whispered, afraid to break the spell.

His eyes burned into her and said, "It's so good. So fucking good."

She started to slowly pull out of him savoring every hitch in his breath. When she pushed in again, she watched. She watched the black cock disappear into him. It looked so dark and dangerous and hot. She was entranced. She pulled out again, her pace agonizingly slow. This time when she began to slide back inside him, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him downward with the same slow slide.

He began whimpering, and a thrill raced through her. He was hers, and he'd never looked sexier. And he'd never felt better. She pushed against him once she was fully inside him and felt the dildo inside her rub her oh so perfectly. It was heaven and she wanted it to last forever.

As she began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusting, she kept stroking him at the same pace. It was too slow to make him come, but each little nudge at the end was going to have her coming in no time. But she couldn't stop.

She wanted him to come with her, so she sped up just a little. He moaned so low and deep it didn't sound like him. Her hands spread across the back of his thighs and kept his legs high. She wanted him open and helpless. "Mistress." It came out as a warning. Warning her that he wasn't going to last.

"Don't you dare come without me," she said as she nudged him harder. "When I start coming, then you can."

"Oh god, I can't wait." His legs began shaking and his head was thrashing side to side.

"Yes you can. Remember, focus on the physical sensation. Not the pleasure, just the way I feel inside you. The way you can feel my cock sliding against each ridge of you."

He stared at her with wild eyes. "No." She smiled and knew the talking would just make it worse. She sped up and began fucking him hard. Her hand rubbed his cock hard, passing over the head with each stroke.

"I can't...I can't...." he chanted, warning her he was beyond hope of holding out. What he didn't know is she was so close.

"Mistress!" he yelled right before he came. He clutched her forearms and arched upward, pulsing with come. Thick white spurts landed on his chest and oozed on her hand. Seeing his pleasure so evident, feeling it so hot and wet sent her over the edge. She pushed hard into him and felt her pussy throbbing around the dildo. She screamed his name and dug her fingernails into his thigh.

She first became aware of their breathing. It was harsh and unsteady. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. "Did I come first, Mistress?" he asked with a smile in his voice.

"You disobeyed me, slave. You did come before me." She slid her finger into her mouth and sucked off his come. "Shame on you." He grinned as she warned him, "For that, you shall be punished."