a masturbator wrote:
Masturbating while pleasuring their partner?
I don’t know if this is a rare kink, or if there’s a whole secret society of us out there, but nothing in the world makes me harder, makes my cock ache and twitch and leak, than jerking myself off while my wife uses me for her pleasure. Not even mutual masturbation, not even watching her finger herself next to me, though that’s fantastic. What I’m addicted to is this—when she’s in one of those moods where she wants to take control, she climbs up, pins my wrists or my shoulders, and plants her dripping pussy right on my face. I’ve become an absolute oral fixation, and I think it’s because of the way she looks down at me, the way she grinds and squirms, the way her voice catches when I find just the right rhythm or pressure. My cock gets harder than steel just knowing that my job is to make her cum—sometimes she says it, orders it: “Don’t stop until I finish,” or “You don’t get to cum until I do.” And I love every humiliating, squirming second of it.
I’ve gotten obsessed with learning her body, tuning in to every shiver and sigh. Sometimes I edge myself for nearly an hour, barely touching, just palming my cock slowly so I don’t blow it too soon. She always starts by sitting back, letting me savor her, but as it builds, she gets more and more feral, hands in my hair, one leg up on the headboard for leverage, hips starting to rock and pulse. I can taste how horny she is, can feel the heat and wetness and her heartbeat through my tongue. By the time she’s winding up, I’m frantically jerking myself off just to keep pace with her. More than once, I’ve cum all over my own stomach, untouched, just from the way she moans and spasms and tries to suffocate me with her thighs.
There’s something almost spiritual about it—like the harder I work to make her lose control, the more I give up my own control. I live for those moments where my only purpose is to be her toy, her tool, her devoted little fuck-pet. Sometimes, when I do make it to the finish line with her, the orgasm is so intense it makes me see black for a second, like every nerve in my body short-circuited at once. I’ve learned to time it so I’m right on the edge as she starts to cum, and the second I feel the first pulse of her orgasm, I lose it completely. I don’t even have to stroke anymore—my dick just starts spurting, a wild, helpless mess, like I’m wired directly to her cunt and helpless to stop it.
Last night we did this, and when she came, she almost screamed. I felt her whole body tense up, her thighs clamped around my head, her hips grinding like she was trying to fuse with my tongue. I was already so close that I started cumming instantly—just one second, and I shot all over myself, all over the sheets, my whole body spasming as I kept my mouth on her, desperate to ride out every wave of her orgasm. I swear, I’ve never cum so hard in my life. By the time she finally let go, I was shaking, breathless, sweat and saliva and cum everywhere, and she just looked down at me with this smug, satisfied, almost loving smile, like she’d just conquered a new territory.
You’d think after all that, I’d be done for the night. But when she finally rolled off and sprawled next to me, she reached for my cock again, and I could feel myself getting hard all over, ready to go another round.
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That describes my addiction to a tee. Oh to be between my lovers thighs savoring her taste and devoted to pleasuring her with my tongue. It is the ultimate.