Road Trip Ch. 10

I returned to reality when Margarite stood beside me and kissed me gently.

"How're you going?" she asked.

"Fine," I replied, without really checking.

"It's time to go, honey," she said quietly as she untied my wrists. I felt my ankles being unfastened and saw Dietrich freeing them, with Hank standing, looking on, with a worried look on his face. Once I could, I stood up, with some support and fell into his arms, feeling the sharp pain from my nipples as the rings pressed against him. We kissed.

"You Ok, darling?" he asked.

"I think so. Just tired and all fucked out. Sorry, but you're off my menu tonight."

"That's fine, Margarite and Dietrich are staying with us tonight, so hopefully you'll find room on your menu for Dietrich."

We dressed in our togas once again and Harold met us at the door, then he whisked us to our apartment and we went inside. Hank and Margarite went to his room while Dietrich accompanied me to mine. I felt dirty and sweaty, covered in cum, so Dietrich ran the shower and we both stood under the warm, cleansing, refreshing water as it washed away all traces of the many men who'd cum in and on me tonight. I felt Dietrich's cock rising to the occasion and that triggered my reflex response. He held me tightly, cupping his hands under my ass cheeks as he entered me. I cuddled into him, exhausted, supported by his strong loving arms as I felt, as though in another body, his cock moving slowly and gently within my sheath, stimulating me, sliding over my sensitive clit, arousing me. The warm water pouring over us was heavenly, soothing, stimulating and arousing all at once. I felt my orgasm building once again, sparing a thought to wonder how many that was tonight, then giving up and giving into the wonderful feeling as once again the waves of joy washed through me and I moaned gently in ecstatic bliss.

My mind went wandering, I was wet, then was dry, lying on a soft downy bed, was made love to in my love nest, his cock stimulating me to cum time and time again before I felt myself being filled with his essence as I rocked on an ocean of bliss. I had a gap in my memory then, until once more I was rocked in this ocean, aware yet unaware, feeling him inside me, his organ pounding back and forth giving pleasure, so much pleasure, his warmth filling me as I was submerged in my own ecstatic bliss, then I fell, downwards, downwards, falling yet not falling, supported and rocked in a world of pleasure, rocking gently, sleeping peacefully.