Page 24 of The Dommes

It’s all too much. I am simultaneously sexually sated and eager for more. I’ve never felt anything like it. When she pulls out, I feel empty. When she thrusts back in, I have to accommodate her all over again. It gets easier with every careful thrust, but I’m still amazed. Who has ever felt it like this before? Not me. Maybe it’s the angle. Maybe it really is her. All I know is that I’ve never had sex like this before. I’m sliding up and down the wall with every thrust, my chest shoved right in her face. Her tongue flicks against my nipples before her lips suck on them, the sensations sending bolts of pleasure through my whole body and making me cry in wonder.

I don’t care who hears us. Security guard, cleaning personnel… enjoy the sounds you hear. All I care about is the right here, right now… and right now Ira Mathison is giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.

“That’s it…” I whimper, entranced. “Fuck me, Ira!”

She does.

She’s an animal. A sex monster unleashed in some eldritch ritual that we can’t put back. She pierces me with everything I want and everything I fear, forcing my opening so wide that I crack like a mirror beholding some otherworldly beauty. Her beauty. Ira’s unique yet oh-so-familiar confidence that says, “Why, yes, I’ll fuck you with a fake dick and you won’t know the difference, but yet you will, because you’ll be agog at how womanly I am while I do it. I am the best of both worlds. I am the cake, and you get to eat it, too.”

I’ve been wall-banged before, and it wasn’t like this. Now. My thighs are sore and my legs don’t know where to dangle over her hands, but I don’t care… because my thighs are meeting Ira’s hips, her talent driving the full length of her prosthetic to the base. By some twisted cosmic power, she has found my goddamn G-spot.

Goodbye. I’m gone!

I don’t even come from my clit being rubbed. I don’t come from my nipples being sucked and bitten. I don’t come from her tongue down my throat, her groans echoing in my mouth. No, I’m coming purely from the pounding I endure, my core swallowing its pride as I let this unyielding woman fuck me like she’s fucked so many others that I’ve been infernally jealous of. Because I wanted this. I needed this.

My climax comes so swiftly that I barely have time to enjoy its arrival… but boy do I enjoy its stay. So long, so drawn out, my toes tingling in my heels that tap against the wall with every thrust. I’m so aware of my breasts, of the air tickling my areolas. Every nerve in my body is alive and on fire. The burn spreads through me, wildfire, and halfway through my orgasm I’m coaxing my body to find some way to make this woman come with me.

I look into her eyes, my moan shameless.

“Fucking come for me,” Ira growls, her voice tired, but her body unrelenting. “Come for me, Katie. Do it for me.”

I am, Ira. You’ve got me right where we both wanted me. Trapped.

The world blackens as I close my eyes, my orgasm subsiding but Ira taking me to a new level. She’s not stopping. I’ve come, but she’s still fucking me, everything so wet and slick now that it’s almost embarrassing how easily she pummels me. My orgasm has subsided, and yet here comes another, quicker, dirtier one, threatening to make me whine, to make me beg.

I don’t beg. I swear I don’t.

“Make me come!” I’m begging anyway, her speed so intense that my voice shakes. “I wanna come with you!”

One loud grunt fills the air. My legs are numb in the air. Another grunt. She’s pulling all the way out and then heaving back into me again. I’m so wide, so fucking cavernous that every time she leaves me I’m begging for her to fill me again.

Another orgasm. A smaller one, but still intense. My voice is so loud in this room that I know someone can hear me. Fuck, I don’t care. I open my eyes again and see Ira above me, her third and final grunt claiming the last of my sanity.

Her thrusts are still strong, still fast, but so much shallower now. Ira wants to be buried in there. She needs me to tell her it’s okay to come like this, in this enchanting roleplay I don’t think either of us ever anticipated happening tonight.

“Do it,” I plead, although I keep my tone steady. “I’m ready.”

My body lets me come a final time. Harder again. Ripping from my gut to my extremities and taking my brain with it.

“Katie!”

Pulses of pleasure claim the both of us, my mind reeling from the sound of her in my ear. She’s groaning so loudly, drowning me out, her psychological orgasm as intense as the physical. Ira’s face is in utter ecstasy as she finally, after twelve long fucking years, proves we can do this.

She holds me there. My legs are so sore, so spread. My arms fall weakly around her shoulders. I lean against her, my breath beating into her chest.

Slowly, she eases my legs onto the floor. They hurt. I can’t walk. I can barely stand, so I slip down onto the floor, my body so weary from sex with a hard body and stiffer add-on that all I want to do is roll over and sleep on the carpet.

Ira joins me. She draws her knees up as she leans against the wall. She’s looking up toward the ceiling, but her eyes are closed. My head falls against her shoulder. My twist has come undone and my hair is a mess.

I grab my pants but can’t bring myself to put them on. Instead, I mentally tell my pussy it can finally calm the hell down now. We did what we set out to do. She proved herself to Ira Mathison, whom I can’t believe got me to open up so much.

In more ways than one.

“Well…” Ira begins, tapping her head against the wall. “We got that out of our systems.”

I both know what she means and not at all. Not at fucking all.

“Ira.” I bump my hand against her leg and wait for an acknowledgment. “There’s something that I need to tell you.”

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