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Satisfied with your work, you turn around to face me. Still on your hands and knees, you open your mouth and swallow me to the base of my cock. I can feel your tongue moving all over me as you draw me deep into your throat, and instinct takes over. My hips begin moving back and forth, and before I realize it I am thrusting again. Your hungry noises compel me to fuck your mouth harder and deeper; I know how much you love it when I do.

Without stopping what you’re doing or even slowing down, you reposition yourself at the edge of the lounge chair and sit upright. Then you look up at me, savoring the pleasure on my face as the head of my cock bangs against the back of your throat. I become aware of my hands hanging uselessly at my side and; they would be put to better use at the back of your head, so that’s where I place them.

You can tell that I’m getting close, and when I let you up for air you tell me you would like to wear my cum this time. Just hearing your words brings me to the edge; my breathing quickens and gives way to moans. You stroke me faster and faster, and as I cum you let me take over. You stick out your chin, and you exult as my cum rains down all over your face, neck, shoulders, and breasts.

The intensity of the cheers from our audience is matched only by that of their moans, which rival my own. I look down, taking in the lasciviousness of your smile as I admire your dripping face. The shyness you exhibited earlier in the night is gone, replaced by an attitude that can only be described as pride. You are very pleased with yourself, and with good reason.

“I’m so very proud of you,” I say lest you believe you’re the only one feeling so fulfilled and satisfied. And just to make your heart do that thing you like, I add, “my beautiful whore.” With those words the wantonness falls away from your expression and I see only happiness. You reach up for my hand and bring it to your mouth, licking and sucking my fingers clean.

“I can’t believe you’re still this voluminous,” you say between licks. “How many times have you cum?”

“I don’t know. Three or four?” I reach down to your breasts, trailing my finger through the cum that dots your skin.

“Three or four times and you’re still – “

I interrupt you with a dripping wet finger you can’t help but wrap your tongue around. As I watch you lick and suck it clean, I collect more cum from your neck and your chin with my other hand; you are just as enthusaistic about cleaning it off when I bring it to your mouth. In moments, all that I gave you has been swallowed.

You finish your thought: “I just can’t believe you’ve still got so much!”

I tell you that I’m not finished cumming yet, then maneuver you back into doggy position. Before I join you on the lounge chair, I come around to the other side, where the toy bag lies open, and I pull out the Magic Wand. It is fully charged and ready for your pussy. I, on the other hand, have a different hole in my sights.

I hand you the toy with the instruction to turn it on and hold it on your pussy, so you do. I look back at the spectators, all of whom have a clear view of you kneeling across the lounge chair. I picture your gorgeous body from their vantage point. I imagine what you look like at that angle. But I have second thoughts.

“Turn,” I say. “I want your head here” – I indicate the lowered back rest at one end of the chair – “and your feet there.” I indicate the other end of the chair, then nod toward the crowd. “I want them to see.” The first signs of blushing appear on your face and upper chest, so I tell you how proud of you I’ll be if you do as I ask. You comply immediately, and lower your face and chest back down so that your ass is higher, your holes in the air for everyone to see and for me – only me – to use.

I place my hands on your ass, spreading you open. The plug catches the light as I expose it, and I immediately begin rocking it back and forth and slowly tugging. At the same time, I can feel the vibrations from the Wand. I know your pussy is raw and sensitive; I’ve put her through her paces this evening. But I know how much you want to please me, and I whisper in your ear. “I’m so proud of you.”

Someone watching cums noisily. Then someone else cums, albeit more reservedly. “Do you hear that?” I ask. “Everybody here wants you.”

“But I’m all yours.” I know words don’t come easily for you right now; the sensations are too overwhelming. I pull the plug partway out, then push it back in. I know what you want. I want it too. But I want you to say it, so you do.

“Please fuck my ass.” After a request from me to beg for the privilege of being ass-fucked, you go on. “Please, please fuck my ass.” Your voice is ragged, shaky with pleasure. “Please cum in my ass. I need your cum.”

“Louder. I want everyone to hear.” I know that the only way anyone will be able to hear you over the sound of the Wand is if you’re screaming, and I don’t want you to lose your voice, but my request does the trick: You raise your voice and speak as clearly and as decisively as you can, almost demanding, just as your first orgasm with the Wand hits you. I know there will be more; I should have brought the spreader bar.

I know you can’t stand the anticipation any longer, and I finally relent. Before you are aware of what’s happening, the plug is out, discarded on the lounge chair, and my cock is deep in your ass. The gasp as you feel me is the sweetest sound I can imagine. I barely hear the thunderous applause that accompanies the switch.

As I adjust to the snug quarters, you cum again. The way you squeeze and then release, over and over again until your climax has passed, sends an erotic shock through my body, and I want to feel it again, constantly, forever. I begin to fuck you slowly, almost tentatively, until I feel you moving with me, meeting my thrusts. The way you slam your ass into my cock lets me know you are ready for more, so I pick up the pace and increase the vigor of my thrusts. Gone is “gentle”. Gone is “patient”.

I am so proud of you for riding the Wand as I fuck your ass. I love how the vibrations feel, and as your body tenses again I know another climax is near. Your moans are loud and unrestrained, and as they give way to groans you tighten around me again. Your sounds of release are more wanton, even ferocious, as your ass grips my cock, contracting and then relaxing until I too am at the brink of climax.

I grab your hair and pull as the first waves of release come over me. More than my orgasm, I am focused on your reaction to it. Your moans intensify, joining mine as I fill your ass, still pounding you the whole time. And you never stop bucking against me, meeting my hips with every thrust. You constrict and relax rapidly, effectively squeezing out every last drop of my cum. It’s all for you. It’s always been yours.

As our orgasms subside, your hips keep undulating against me before slowing to a stop. You sigh heartily, then you lean back and tell me not to pull out yet. And anything my good girl wants she gets.