Yours Ch. 04

I leapt off the bed towards my desk and opened my laptop. The screen jumped to life as I slid my finger across the track pad, and I immediately began typing. I tried random keywords into the search bar, whatever came to mind, things like "unconscious", "orgasm", "bondage", and most embarrassingly, "help".

I read and clicked frantically, my mind racing with ways I might have hurt her, and within two minutes I had begun to calm down.

I took my head in my hands and sighed deeply. My heart was still pounding in my chest, although the panic was fading. I thought I'd really hurt her for a second there.

Ok, so here's what I learned about passing out during sex.

First of all, it happens, and it's not necessarily dangerous.

The first useful thing I saw was a thread started by a woman who often blacked out at the point of orgasm, only for a few minutes each time, but she was worried it could be causing her damage. From there I followed a link posted about this kind of problem, and what causes it.

A nice poetic description talked about how sometimes the pleasure was simply too overwhelming for the brain to handle, which causes it to temporarily shut down. A more realistic explanation was that during lengthy periods of intense exertion, the woman is unable to get a full breath. After a while the brain fears it's not getting the oxygen or blood it needs and takes over, forcing the body into "sleep mode" so it stops doing whatever stupid thing it's doing that's causing the problem.

I liked the first description better; the thought of giving Jessica so much pleasure that she couldn't handle it, that it almost literally blew her mind, really appealed to my ego. But the overall point was that something like this wasn't dangerous. From this page, and a few other sources I looked up afterwards, it seemed that some women are prone to passing out during sex frequently, but for some it had only happened once or twice. If it happens every single time a woman gets breathless then it's a problem, but not if it's just occasionally, and during intense stimulation.

And what had just happened to Jessica had been intense. I'd never even seen porn where a woman reacted like that, real or faked. I liked the idea of my oral abilities being almost dangerously good, but I knew that it was really about her. The fact that she was able to experience such intense pleasure with my amateurish attempts at stimulation was convincing me of something I'd been suspecting ever since I'd first seen her orgasm. I remembered the first time I'd made her cum, how overwhelming it had seemed for her.

Jessica, the uptight, almost virginal prude that I lured to my bedroom all those months ago was turning out to be something incredible, a sexual being with a seemingly endless untapped sexual energy.

And she was all mine.

I stood up and looked over at Jessica's unconscious form. She was still bound, and the blindfold had snapped back into place when I ran to the laptop.

I sat down beside her on the bed and caressed her cheek.

My cock had turned limp the instant I'd realised she passed out, but the memories of the sounds she'd made caused me to stiffen slightly again. I'd still gotten to hear her pleasure, and feel it's effects through her body. Her hips pulsing against my arms, the almost anguished cries of pleasure, the taste of her that still lingered on my tongue.

I tried to ignore these vivid images and just focus on her. I just had to wait until she woke up.

After a few minutes that felt like days, Jessica let out a small moan and turned her head. She pulled lightly against her binding, and turned her head quickly the other way. As soon as she made a move, a wide smile had split my face.

She was Ok.

But she apparently didn't know that.

She started frantically shaking her head, probably trying to dislodge whatever was blinding her, and she kept pulling against the headboard that she was tied to. She started making sounds of distress and panic, and I had to stop myself from laughing.

She clearly didn't remember where she was.

"Jessica." I said, my voice sounding steady and firm.

She turned to face me.

"Steven?" she asked, her body tensing.

I laughed lightly.

"Almost." I said.

"Sir!" she breathed with relief, her whole body relaxing. "Sir...what happened?"

"What do you remember?" I asked.

"I...You tied me down." she said slowly, tugging against her bindings, "And then... you took pictures of me, and I couldn't see..."

"That's right." I said soothingly, caressing her cheek, "What happened next?"

She leaned into my hand and smiled. Just knowing I was here had put her completely at ease. It was startling how much she trusted me.

"You put the camera away... You... touched me...everywhere," she said softly, "And then you... Oh God, you... licked my pussy."

"It was your reward." I said.

She didn't respond to this, but just let out a quick breath of surprise.

"And then you passed out for a few minutes." I said, "It was too much for you, I guess."

"Oh wow."she said, "That's...Wow..."

Her body was relaxed but she slowly pressed her thighs together and twisted her hips. It seemed blacking out hadn't killed her sex drive.

I leaned over her and ran my fingers up into her hair. With my other hand I still held her cheek, and I whispered into her ear.

"Did you like that, sweetheart? Did you like it when I tasted your sweet little pussy?"

She whimpered and I felt her shiver beneath me.

I reached up and untied her arms. She let them fall slowly to her sides before gently rubbing her wrists.

I slipped off her blindfold and stared into her eyes. She smiled widely at me, but didn't speak. I took her face in my hands and pulled her into a deep kiss. She responded slowly, her tongue making circles around mine.

I thought she was being unusually calm, but when I tried to pull away she stepped things up. She pushed hard against me and continued the kiss, threading her fingers behind my head to keep me close. Instead of pissing me off, this made me smile.

There was something weirdly cute about her doing this. She'd done it before, and to me it seemed she was trying to get around one of my rules. She couldn't kiss me directly without permission, but once I'd kissed her she wouldn't let our lips part, being as aggressive as she liked without technically disobeying.

I laughed gently into her mouth, even as the sensation of being so passionately kissed caused me to stiffen fully. I pushed against her shoulder to free myself from her grip, and smiled at her look of disappointment.

She quickly leapt forward and began kissing my face, quick pecks along my jaw line that ended at my mouth. She breathed against my lips, silently begging for another kiss.

"Take it easy," I said, pushing her back again, "You just passed out a few minutes ago, slow it down."

"I'm fine." she said lightly, pulling herself towards me again, "I'm perfect."

She went back to kissing my cheek and neck, with her hands pressed against my chest. I turned my head and kissed her deeply, then fell back on to the bed. She let her naked body fall against mine and eagerly returned my passion.

"You taste like me." she said pulling back, her eyes wide with excitement, "That's so fucking hot."

She began frantically licking my lips and cheeks, cleaning her pussy juices from me. She had so much energy for someone that had just been unconscious.

"That's so hot!" she repeated, "I can believe you did that! It felt... Oh my God, Sir... I've never felt anything like it!"

She tried to kiss me, but I tightened my grip in her hair and pulled her back.

She let out a grunt of pain, but then smiled. She closed her eyes and pulled hard against my grip, intensifying the harsh treatment of her scalp.

"I missed this." she said, "I missed you."

I released her and she pressed the side of her face against my chest, wrapping her arms around my body.

"I missed you so much."she said.

I laughed gently and ran my fingers through her hair. For a time we just lay together, enjoying the shared warmth of our bodies. I kissed her head and sighed contentedly. We kissed again, and she ran her hand down my body, resting against my bulge. She looked at me with sudden anticipation in her eyes.

"Take it out." I ordered, and she eagerly obliged.

She yanked down the waistband of my underwear and squealed with delight as my erection bounced free. She took the shaft in her slender fingers, and looked up at me.

"Did you miss this cock?" I asked.

She nodded, biting her lip and gripping my cock with both hands. All of her anxious energy from before was suddenly gone, and I could see the powerful lust in her eyes.

"I missed your cock, Sir." she said sensuously. "I missed the taste of it... and the feeling of it inside me..."

She moved her other leg over to straddle me, and languidly slid her body against mine. She stared into my eyes as her lips got closer to mine, before moving and missing my face completely. She put her mouth against my ear, nibbling my earlobe for a few seconds before speaking in a low, purring voice.

"Which of my holes would you like to use, Sir?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I let out a small grunt of lust. I grabbed her ass hard and pulled her downwards, pressing her pussy against my erection and trapping it against my stomach.

"Well... this brings back memories." she smiled, looking down.

She suddenly ground her pussy hard against my cock from base to tip, then settled in the middle.

"Mmm... I did miss this cock." she giggled.

She started shifting her hips back and forth, gently humping my stiff shaft.

"I was just thinking about that night." I said thoughtfully, tightening my grip on her ass cheeks.

She giggled again, and then moaned as I sank my fingers into her soft, yet firm flesh.

"I was so terrified that night..." she said, closing her eyes and thrusting harder.

"Terrified?" I asked.

She caught my eye, and smiled.

"Of me?" I asked.

"Yes of you." she said, laughing, "Of you... Of this fucking monster between your legs... Of... Of..."

She trailed off into a low moan and increased her speed again, her sensitive body already desperate for release. My cock was dripping with her juices, and her lower lips sliding against my skin was making a deliciously erotic sound.

"Slow down." I said. "Tell me more."

She groaned with frustration, but slowed her pace.

"Sir..." she whimpered.

"Tell me about it." I repeated, "The night of your first orgasm. The night you first said you'd be my slut."

Maybe this wasn't exactly the right moment for a conversation, but I was curious about how she felt about that night. Also I knew that slowing down would frustrate her more than it would me. Or at least, I could handle it better.

She suddenly fell forward, her eyes stopping inches from mine, her body pressed against me.

"I was so scared."she said softly, but quickly, "I kept thinking how much it would hurt when you fucked me... I was so sure you were going to, and I didn't know if I'd be able to take it. And I kept making these...these slutty noises... I didn't know why... and you kept calling me a slut... and I just... I..."

She trailed off again, her thrusting against my cock becoming frenzied. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, but that didn't stop her. She was lost in her world of pleasure, and I knew she was already on the brink of another orgasm.

I slapped her face hard and pulled her head towards me.

"Slow down!" I growled.

She gasped, but did as I asked. She stopped completely, in fact, and stared into my eyes.

"Talk." I said roughly, "Finish your story."

"I...I didn't understand it." she panted quickly, "I didn't know why I was letting it happen, why I was letting you talk to me like that...you of all people. Why my pussy was wetter than it had ever been, or why pleasure was coursing through my body like electricity, making me moan like a whore."

She took my face in her hands and began to thrust her hips again.

"And then you grabbed my nipples and it felt incredible, the pain shooting through me, mixing with the pleasure and igniting something inside me."

I loved the imagery she was using, the passion with which she spoke. As if to recreate the moment, I grabbed her nipples again, pinching them hard.

She moaned erotically, closing her eyes tight. I twisted and toyed with her nipples until she met my eye again.

"And then you made me look at you." she almost whispered, "Into your eyes... and you were just so... so much..."

She bit down hard on her lip and let out a frustrated groan.

"Sir, I need to cum." she gasped, "Please..."

"Get up." I ordered.

"Please, please let me-"

I jerked her hair upwards and pushed up against her chin, forcing her off my cock. She raised one leg to support herself, while I held her in place by her hair. I reached down with my other hand and held my cock upright. She looked down and saw what I wanted, and lowered herself down while I kept us lined up.

Her wet pussy lips met the head of my cock, and she suddenly dropped her hips, forcing half of my shaft into her hot, wet hole, but then she stopped. She looked stunned at the sensation of being so suddenly filled.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, pushing down against her hips to make her further impale herself on my cock. She sank down slowly letting out a strained wail, her expression awash with shock and lust, and then she suddenly smashed her head against my shoulder.

I felt the last of me enter her. I slipped my hand between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. She jerked forward and the already unbelievable pressure around my cock increased. She was on the very brink of another orgasm, I could tell just by the twitching of her pussy.

"Cum for me." I ordered softly, flicking my thumb against the sensitive nub.

She screamed into my skin as her pussy clenched hard around my shaft, and her slender body shook and quivered with pleasure. I felt her bite down hard on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

She gasped once, then let out a long, low moan as her pleasure faded.

"I like it when you cum." I said softly.

"Yeah?" she asked somewhat shakily, smiling.

"Your slutty cunt clings so tightly to my cock, like it's trying to milk my sperm right out of it."

She bit her lip and I felt her pussy shiver around my girth. She liked it when I talked like that, it seemed, crude and blunt.

"Do it again." I ordered, letting go of her face. "I want to feel you cum."

She smiled widely.

"Yes Sir!" she said.

She looked down and started to hesitantly shift her hips back and forth, trying to create some friction. At first she didn't really get anywhere. Her gentle gyrations were barely causing any real pleasure, although it did feel nice.

"I, uh, don't really know what I'm doing here..." she said nervously, not meeting my eye.

"Up and down." I said simply, "Use your hips and your legs."

She slowly raised herself up an inch or two, then slammed back down.

"Fuck..." she whispered.

She repeated the same action a few times, seeming to enjoy the sensation of being filled each time. It felt good, but still not perfect.

"Rhythm is important, sweetheart." I said, gripping her ass.

I guided her up and down, only a few inches but with a regular pace. She picked it up quickly and moved faster, bobbing up and down on my thick cock.

"That's it..." I said, sighing with pleasure.

It was not nice having to drive for once, so I closed my eyes and let the pleasure fill my mind. She was so incredibly tight and wet. I'd really missed 'using this hole', as she'd put it.

She started varying the depth every now and again, going for a few long strokes followed by a lot of short, quick ones. I smirked, realising she was showing me more about how she liked to be fucked.

There was some space between our bodies that suddenly closed, and I felt her boobs press against me.

"Fffuuuck..." she moaned, moving faster and faster.

She was really feeling it. She humped my cock desperately, impaling herself over and over on my hard shaft.

"Do it." I sighed, reacting to her increasing speed. "Cum for me."

She practically growled with pleasure and moved even faster. She was leaning heavily on my shoulders and I supported the weight of her body. After a few seconds of frantic activity she came hard, groaning and gasping as her pussy clenched around me. Her voice came in erratic bursts of passion through her heavy breaths. It really felt incredible, the strength with which her hot, wet channel gripped my shaft, shaking and pulsing around it.

She slowed down, basking in the pleasure, but I wasn't finished.

I spanked her ass hard, causing her to yelp.

"Do it again." I ordered simply.

She smiled tiredly, and with a soft groan started to move again. Now she moved with long, slow strokes, almost lazily moving from base to tip and back. She pressed her forehead against mine and wrapped her arms tighter around me, her strained breath tickling my lips. I kissed her hard, biting down on her lower lip until I heard what was quickly becoming one of my favourite sounds; that beautiful whimper that indicated both pleasure and pain.

She stared into my eyes as she rode me, already with a steady and perfect rhythm, at times almost leaving my cock uncovered only to begin the descent just before the last half-inch popped out.

She was only riding me for a few minutes when she started making a low, humming moan that told me she was close. She was really a very vocal lover.

"Sir..." she whimpered.

"That's it, sweetheart." I said, thinking she wanted permission, "Cum on my cock."

"Hurt me." she said quietly.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Pull my hair." she gasped, her hips shaking as she rode me with ever increasing vigour. "Hurt me... please."

I grinned and pulled her hair hard, yanking her to the side and twisting my fist. At the same time I delivered and powerful slap to her cheek, the loud snap filling the room.

She gasped, and a few seconds later she obeyed my command, moaning out another strong orgasm. This one lasted longer than the previous one, and the powerful convulsions around my cock were even stronger, causing me to moan with pleasure.

She slowed to a stop, and was panting heavily. She wasn't used to being on top and she was tiring quickly. But I still wasn't finished.

"Again." I said, spanking her ass and pulling her hair.

She groaned and gritted her teeth. She raised herself up just a few inches before slowly sliding back to the base

"I can't..." she panted, clearly exhausted. "My hips... I can't..."

I frowned at her. She was just sitting, impaled on my cock but refusing to move any more.

"Sweetheart, you're being very inconsiderate." I said, forcing my voice to be smooth, despite the potent mix of frustration and pleasure I was feeling. "You've already had... God knows how many orgasms, whereas I've yet to cum even once."

She whimpered as I slid my hand around her throat and twisted her hair again.

"Make me cum." I ordered.

She nodded quickly, shutting her eyes tight, and struggled to lift her body again. She seemed to be in a considerable amount of discomfort, but I'd gone too long, too many days without cumming inside my slut to care.

She moved shakily at first, but soon increased the pace. She put her forehead against mine again, staring into my eyes, riding my cock with long, purposeful strokes.

"Are you gonna... cum for me?" she gasped.

I didn't answer her. I'd been actively holding my orgasm back since maybe her second one, but I loved seeing her like this. I was in no hurry.

"Please..." she moaned, "Please cum for me. Cum inside me, in... in my tight pussy."