Over Processing by sutreaux
"I've been trying to tell you, I think this one is a keeper. Or you know, at least enjoy it before your attachment system wigs and suddenly you don't remember her name."
"Hey! Okay okay, yes, I know you know me, I'm always over-processing, but--"
"Well can you at least over-process the sex part and not just the oh-shit-is-this-a-feeling part?"
"Ahaha I know what you're here for."
"I mean, I love you, I LOVE all your feelings. But let's get on with it, ya know? I don't have all day."
"So it was like--"
"--but for real though, I would listen all day if you make it really juicy."
"Dude. Are you gonna let me tell you or what?"
"Yes, sorry, you're so right, I'm all ears."
"Soooo it was like, way past my bedtime, so I was a little fuzzy, but you know, semi-professional dom or whatever, had to get my face together. So I stalled a little bit, and had her, like, edge herself before coming over, sending her some sexts, you know, you know..."
"Seriously babe, you're going to have to be wayyyyy more specific."
"--"
"Okay sorry, my bad, listening."
"Yeah but you're right... I know I should be generous and spell out all the nasty details for you, my pervy little boo."
"Oh thank you kind sir for bestowing us with your smutty stories, we poor undersexed peasants are starved for your luscious table scraps."
"Alright simmer down. Anyyyyyyway. So I like to edge this one, or rather she fucking loves it and I love how she is for me when she's so twisted up and needy. So the other night, I told her to jack herself off with this particular vibrator I know she loves, face down on her bed, hands behind her back, rubbing her clit against the vibe. I told her to wear sexy underpants for me while she did it. I warned her that they'd be totally trashed later, but I expected them to be soaked and slicked to her cunt by the time she made it to me. And that definitely under no circumstances was she allowed to come without permission."
"Ahh fuck that's hot. Did she obey though?"
"Of course she did. She sent me a voice recording of her panting to prove it. Plus I could tell by her flush when she got to my place, plus the state of her hair, and then there was the state of her unders..."
"Ah, of course, I forget you're a semi-professional."
"Ay fuck you."
"Yeah yeah yeah you wish, keep going."
"I'm fucking trying! Anyway, while she's jacking off, and I'm getting my place together, I'm sexting her too. Telling her to remember to be a good slut for me so she can earn her rewards. Pictures of her ass striped with my belt and her pussy swollen and dripping. The stuff like, I know you are going to make yourself so hot and wet and swollen for me' stuff, lots of encouraging but also chiding, what a slut you are,' you know. A photo of rope digging into her upper thigh. Oh this one picture that I made her send me once, of her sucking her fingers after she jacked off for me in the parking lot at her work. Shit I love that picture."
"Shiiiiiiiit. You are so good at this. I wish you could show me the picture -- I know, I know, confidentiality, privacy, blah blah blah. I'll just have to imagine it. In a lot of detail."
"Hahah you do that babe. So I finished cleaning the kitchen -- I knew I wanted to fuck her on the kitchen counter because she has this thing about cleanliness or propriety or whatever -- and she finally buzzes my door. She has a protocol. Step in, eyes down, shoes off, kneel, wrists crossed behind back, chest forward. That night I stopped her midway. She was already wobbly, reeking of sex and a little jittery, but changing the protocol really threw her off. She was wearing this stretchy soft dress, not quite constricting but tight enough that the skirt wouldn't fall again once I pushed it up.
"I told her to put her palms on the entryway table. There's a mirror mounted on the back of that table, so she's suddenly not quite looking at herself, complying almost impressively well with the rule to keep her eyes down. But I caught her sneaking a look, wide-eyed, locking eyes with herself briefly before noticing me noticing her.
"Of course I had to punish her for that. I gripped the back of her neck, bending her all the way forward til her face was resting on the tabletop, and her ass was in the air, about level with my crotch. And I was right there behind her, lifting her hips just a little and pressing mine right up against her cunt. Right up against her soaked panties, stretched across her tender, inflamed pussy lips. She almost cried out, but knows her manners, so it came out something like a gasp, something like a sob."
"Daaaaaaamn dude. This is so fucking hot. Were you strapped?"
"No -- I had my harness ready, but no cock. Plus I was still punishing her for peeking in the mirror. So I was only pressed up against her briefly, then I pulled back. Ran my palms down the backs of her thighs, then back up, pushing her skirt up so I could see the blue mesh trim of her unders pasted to her pussy lips. I put my face real close and inhaled her. I love her scent. And I could almost feel her pulse pounding through her, then I exhaled, tickling her clit and lips with the heat of my breath. She knew better than to reach towards me, but I watched her cunt clench and open involuntarily, inviting me in. I didn't fully take the bait, but I couldn't really resist either.
"So I was digging my fingers into the skin right outside of her cunt lips, and pulling them apart, so her underwear got caught in her inner lips, sheared right up against her clit, drawing another gasp-sob from her. I let my fingertips find the opening of her cunt, but through her unders, pushing firmly against the fabric but still just barely dipping inside her. Insistently, but barely. She was so turned on and sensitive that I'm hoping she could feel the texture of the fabric inside her cunt. And at the same time it was stretching the rest of the fabric, making the mesh and seam slide over her clit. She shuddered hard, and arched like a cat, pulling my fingers just a little deeper inside her."
"If this is your idea of a punishment, I can't wait to hear about the reward."
"Hold on, we're just getting to that part. So there I was, two or maybe three fingertips inside her, pressing against and into her through her fancy sexy panties. And then suddenly I pulled out, rotated my wrist and dragged the backs of my fingers down her clit. And then I made her wait there."
"Fuck that is cold!"
"No, exactly not -- she was burning up. Throwing off waves of heat and energy. She bit into her forearm to keep from screaming, or maybe cursing me. Shivering, all over her body, radiating out from her cunt. But I just left her there, stewing in it. So desperate she was basically humping the air, trying to get some sensation from the fabric, or maybe even trying to reach me. I didn't leave her there that long, though I'm sure it felt like forever.
"When I got back, I laid out the balls in front of her. Ben wa balls, kegel balls, whatever you call them. I don't really use them for whatever bullshit `strengthening' thing, but some people really love the stretch and constant movement of being filled with them. These ones are beautiful, stainless steel, the dark blue of porcelain, carved with patterns. About the size and a little heavier than like, a small plum.
"I asked her how many she thought she could take. She said two at first, but when I didn't respond she corrected herself to three. I said I thought three minimum, but I'd follow her lead."
"Damn. DAMN."
"The first one was quick. I'd pulled her panties to the side and deliberately fumbled my fingers and the ball against her while she tried to find the right angle to pull either of them inside her. I loved watching her cunt shake and reach, she was almost whining but managing to stay quiet. I had my other hand on her lower back and ass, and moved my thumb to her asshole.
`I'd given her another target to reach for, and I could feel her frustration peaking, almost beyond her arousal. I decided to take some pity on her, she'd been wanting it for so long with nothing to fill her deep, hot need, so I firmly slid the ball into her cunt, sliding it deep up against her cervix.
"I wasn't quick in pulling my fingers out, but let her clench around me first. Annnnd maybe I slid them back in and out once or twice, you know, just checking that the ball was sitting right."
"Right right, very innocent, very good service."
"And that's the moment that I realized, Oh I'm so fucked."
"Ahaha you caught a feel! Following in the glorious footsteps of many queers before you, you slip into their cunt and they slip into your warm, tight, gooey heart."
"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever happened, it's definitely outside the bounds of the initial agreement we made -- she does my bookkeeping and I dick her down once a week. And like, yeah, we can talk about it, but I don't fucking want to!"
"What are you talking about? You LOVE talking about your feelings. And direct communication. So what do you mean you don't want to?"
"Just like... I'm the top! I'm the butchier one! I shouldn't be the one catching the feelings first."
"Ohhh it's the patriarchy."
"Fuck. Yes. I know. I know intellectually it's internalized whatever-the-fuck. But I still feel icky about it, ya know?"
"Definitely. I do know, and I have lots of compassion for your experience. And also, now I'm the one being edged over here. Maybe we could finish the sexy story and then I can ask you probing, loving questions about every feeling you've ever felt?"
"Yes, right, my bad.
"So where was I? She's bent over the hallway table, I just put one ball inside her, and was loving the feeling of her cunt. She's trying to clench around me and I'm teasing her, fucking her a little bit, also maybe having one or two emotions."
"Right, a very butch, very dominant quantity of emotions. Of course."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Please fucking tell me what happens next."
"Another ball, of course. This one faster, while she was still adjusting to the first one. I wanted to make her beg for the third one, so I moved quickly with the second one -- so she'd be craving the feeling of being stretched and a little overwhelmed."
"Fuck, you are a sex artist."
"Thank you so much. She gasped as the second ball went in, but took it easily, and was very gracious when I made her thank me for it."
"I bet she was."
"Quite. And then I walked away."
"Wait what? Like in a sauntering, sexy way?"
"Honestly I'm not sure she would've noticed if I'd crab walked away. She was pretty distracted. But yes, I'm sure I sauntered. I sultry sauntered in fact, over to the kitchen, leaned against the counter, and used my stern voice to tell her to come here. She looked up at me in the mirror, caught off guard, her eyes kind of glazed and unfocused at first, then widening as she realized she'd have to walk over to me with the balls still inside her. She trusts me though, and after only a little bit of adjusting, figured out they wouldn't fall out as she made her way over.
"When she was next to me, I stepped back and nodded towards the counter. We'd had this whole argument about the best and worst places to have sex, she was all like, Ew, sex in the kitchen, what if there's like the smallest crumb leftover and it gets stuck to your butt, or whatever, in this way that I knew I had to fuck her in the kitchen."
"I take back the artist comment. You're more like an evil genius."
"Yeah but like, a sexy evil genius."
"Fair."
"So she knew what I wanted, but I told her anyway -- Up -- and she very gently lifted her ass up over the edge and sat there, her legs dangling over the edge. I was standing at the edge, and got really up in her space, leaning over her, finally kissing her, hard. She wrapped her legs around my waist, arching up into me, rubbing her cunt against the crotch of my jeans. I got lost in kissing her, sliding my tongue along the side of hers, scraping my teeth over her lips, letting her suck on my tongue and lips, holding her chin firmly so she'd feel my dominance. Between the kiss play, and the pressure and texture of my pants against her clit, and maybe my palm and fingers on her nipples, she was getting to the edge. She looked up at me hopefully, and as previously mentioned..."
"Ah, the one or two feelings, yes. So you let her come because you l--"
"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. I let her come because she'd been waiting so long, and had mostly behaved well, and because I like watching her come, and I especially love smelling her cum on my pants, my fingers, basically everywhere.
"And I was gentle about it, both of us savoring her long orgasm. Gentle but not done."
"Fuck no not done. What next?"
"I held her, let her come down, kissed her sweetly--"
"Ah, that feeling again..."
"It's a fine line between after care and--"
"Aaaaand...?"
"And liking someone!"
"Right -- liking. Whatever you say. So she came and you were polite about it, and then..."
"Then I checked in, made sure she wanted to keep going. When she was ready, I slid my palms under her ass and pulled her panties down, and at the same time nudged her back so she could rest her feet on the counter."
"Oh shit I forgot she was still wearing them. That's so fucking hot."
"Yes I was verrrry gentle in taking them off, but she shook when they pulled away from her cunt. Then I took two more of the ben wa balls from my back pocket, put them on her chest so she could feel the weight of them on top of her, and remember the weight of them inside her. I rolled one around one of her breasts, kind of kneading, massaging, and starting to play with her pussy with my other hand. I wanted her to beg me for the next one, so I was dipping my fingers into her cunt, spreading my fingers and rotating once, then slipping back out. And I sort of leaned on her chest with my forearm, making her feel held and controlled at the same time."
"And did she beg?"
"Of course she did. I was feeling impatient too, so not for very long before I slid the next ball into her, but she kept begging and I gave her another. And this is what I really love about those balls. Her pussy lips were barely closed around the last one, so stretched, cum slipping out of her in beads. And I could press into her with my thumb, massaging her tender, swollen, stretched pussy lips against the balls, and pushing the balls around inside her, deeper, slipping against each other and the walls of her cunt in all kinds of wild configurations. She was lost in it, in the sensations, leaning back on her elbows with her head thrown back, her neck reaching for my lips and teeth. And I was lost in her, in following her on this ride. She'd just come so hard but was quickly tumbling over the edge again, clenching so forcefully I was holding the balls inside her with my palm. I think she came like two, maybe three more times -- on one particularly strong one, I let one of the balls slip out, then I used it to massage her clit through the next orgasm."
"Goddessss daaaaamn boo. She does a four-orgasms-worth job on your accounting?"
"Ugh, we both know it's not about the accounting anymore."
"Riiiiiight. Okay, give me just one moment to breathe, then let's talk about the feels. That was the end of the sex, right?"
"More or less, you know. A little after care, a little cleaning up, some jokes about the crumbs on her ass and her cum in my sourdough."
"People would pay good money for pussy-infused sourdough."
"Yes, she made the same joke, said it could be my cover business for paperwork and shit."
"Or you could make it your main hustle, go monogamish with accountant bae, and bless us all with the sweetness of your labor."
"Oh fuck off!"
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