Page 70 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

When I put my hands between her legs, I feel her heat. Usually I don’t touch the women I’m with. I prefer they touch me. And despite how much I want to do that now, I stick to what she’s asked of me.

I part her labia, which are soft and wet, and slowly introduce the dildo. I like this feeling of control.

Would I like to be a master?

Once the harness has conformed to her body, I tighten the belts.

“Lie down and open your legs. Once I’m inside you, put your legs around my waist and go with me, OK?”

I nod and lie down. On her knees and with the harness on, Diana watches me, and, when I open my legs, she falls right on me. She very slowly penetrates me with the other dildo.

“Put your legs around me.”

I obey. She squeezes the ball that hangs off the harness with her hands.

“I’m inflating the dildo inside you. I’m going to stretch you.”

Second by second, my vagina gets fuller and fuller. I’ve never had anything so thick inside me, and, at one point, I think I’m going to explode. She stops. “Give me your hands,” she says.

I do as she says, and she raises them above my head and squeezes me hard against the bed, moving her hips as we both breathe harder and harder.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

She presses against me again, and we both cry out. It is a profound sensation. I am totally full, and I notice how my vagina tries to mold itself to the dildo. Over and over, it goes in and out of me.

“Go deeper, Diana,” I hear Eric say. “Jude likes it that way.”

She places my legs on her shoulders and does as Eric has suggested. I’m now screaming from joy.

Oh yes...I like it.

Absolutely out of my mind, I make Diana lean over so I can take her breasts in my mouth, and, as I bite her nipple and see that she loves it, she continues to pound into me without pity. I scratch her back and moan with her nipples in my mouth.

“Yes...yes...Don’t stop...Don’t stop.”

She doesn’t stop.

She obeys me. She gives me what I’ve asked for.

I’m very hot...

I’m burning up...sizzling.

When the ardor overtakes us both, Diana falls on me, and I scream when I feel her climax.

Exhausted, sweaty, but satisfied, I look at the mirrors on the ceiling and see Eric and Björn. “Look at me,” Diana demands.

I do. She takes me by the shoulders and makes me scream again. I bite her nipple in response. That makes her react, and, as if possessed, she pushes her pelvis against mine, and we both moan again.

A few minutes later, my breathing returns to normal. I don’t move. I don’t know yet if Diana has had enough of me. She commands and I obey. That’s the game and I like it. I like it a lot.

When she pulls out from inside me, it feels like I’m deflating.

“I’d continue making you mine for the rest of the night, but I don’t want to be selfish. Now it’s their turn,” she says, and turns to my husband. “Eric, I’m done for the moment.” I like that “for the moment”!

I want to do it with Diana again. She knows how to make me feel very sexual.

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