The Overnight, Finale (Dildos). Confession #266

Saturday night I was a woman on a mission. A mission to come.

I had warned him that he had best be ready for me. I had a week's worth of lost orgasms to make up for and I was hell-bent on having a full-on fuck-fest.

And that we had.

We were both armed with a few of our own sex toys both for reasons of variation as well as utility. Andrew's cock has the wonderful ability to stay stiff for an interminable amount of time but the man must rest it at some point. And so it seems that I intuited just the appropriate time to break out my dildo. Mere minutes after I had been untied from the headboard I stepped naked out of the bathroom wielding a long, thick, silicone cock.

Oh, good thinking, Sadie. I need a break!

I lay on the bed, propped my head up against a couple of pillows and spread my legs for him. He centered himself in front of me and lubed up the dildo. It was cold as he slid it inside of me but it filled me up and I gasped in delight. Andrew smiled.

Does that feel good baby?

Mmmhmmmm....

He pushed the dildo deep inside of my cunt and then drew it back. Back and forth he went. He determined the motion and the depth with instinct, he managed it just as I do when I use it on myself. I handed him my bullet vibe, but not before turning it on high. He pressed it against my clit and.... ohmygod. My orgasm began to build then. The vibrations on my clit coupled with the fullness of the dildo were more than I could bear. But the adorable expression on Andrew's face as he watched me edge nearer to my climax was the push that sent me over the summit.

Come for me baby. C'mon!

I bucked and writhed and arched my back. My legs, draped over his knees, shook convulsively, totally out of my control. When I could stand no more, I pushed away Andrew's hands, which still held the vibrator and dildo, and with them the implements.

But as soon as I withdrew the dildo my pussy started burning. Something about that particular didlo sometimes causes a reaction in me, but nothing that isn't tolerable. This time was different. This time I got a little freaked out because the burning sensation lasted for much longer than usual and the pain was extreme. Like, feeling sick to my stomach extreme. I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up, then came to lie on the bed next to Andrew while I held a cold, wet washcloth against my pussy. Luckily this did the trick and after about ten minutes I was fine. But this little incident forced me to consider that it was probably my turn to rest.

Andrew likes anal play, and while I was aware of this, he and I had not done much exploring in that arena. So, I was excited when after the fire in my cunt had dispersed, I realized he had placed a red, phallic butt plug and a very nice looking dildo next to the bed. 

It was Andrew's turn.

As he had done to me just an hour before, I bound Andrew's wrists to the headboard. And I blindfolded him. Just to make thing a little more interesting and to heighten any intensity that might, um, arise.

Once I had him restrained and blindfolded, he coached me on what to do: lube, finger, a couple more fingers, more lube, then gliding in the butt plug to really get it opened up. I did as instructed, the dutiful student immersed in her lover's guidance, eager only to please and to do so satisfactorily. At the very least.

After some fumbling with adequate amounts of the appropriate brand of lube (KY was working better than Glide, for instance) the plug was in and I gently kneaded it in and out of him as I stroked his cock. But the hard exterior of the plug was not feeling as nice as he would have liked so I pulled it out and concentrated on alternately sucking and stroking his thick member while pushing my fingers deep inside of his ass. He liked it. I watched a smile creep across his face as a satisfied moan escaped his lips. I quickened the pace of my hand job, then slowed down, taking his thick cock entirely my mouth and sucking, sucking, then licking the rim, and flicking the tip with my tongue. But he wanted more.

Please use the dildo on me now. I'm ready for it.

I poured the lube on the surface of the phallus and stroked it for a few seconds to warm it up. My finger guided the dick to his ass and it slipped in with ease. He gasped. Then moaned.

Oh god!

I pushed the cock deep inside of him and held it in place with one hand. With the other I handled his cock, stroking it up and down and twisting around the shaft.

Oh god baby, I am going to come!

As he contorted his hips up off the bed I bent forward and met his cock with my lips, sucking his cum into my mouth and throat. The dildo pushed out of him but still I continued to suck and suck until I was told to stop. 

Enough.

And it was enough. But only for the time being of course. Because there was more. Much, much more.

Andrew and I were together in that hotel room for approximately 13 erotic, delicious, glorious, libidinous, lustfully extravagant hours. I cannot possibly recount our time together in it's entirety, our activities were too numerous. But these I have shared with you are some of the more memorable highlights.

And I believe it's safe to to say that I caught up on my orgasms. I had 13 in total, one for every hour that we spent there.

I'd say that's a pretty good haul.

Mission fucking accomplished. Or is it fucking mission accomplished? ;)

The end.

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I'd like to extend an enthusiastic "Thank You" to Andrew for making my night sooooooooo fucking awesome. Smoochies sweetie!