P03E06

We ogled Marcy riding the machine while we ate. She had a remarkable grace like that. As Howard switched the knobs of the remote control of the machine, she adjusted to new rhythms seamlessly, bouncing her body around on the unrelenting dildo for our viewing pleasure. It decreased the depth of my orgasm comedown significantly, and when we had coffee, my dick reported to my brain that he was ready to resume duties again.

Howard nodded when I told him: “Yes, you should return to Heather. I cannot join you this afternoon, there’s some stuff I need to take care of and Marcy also requires attention. You just keep the rudder straight, you are doing great.”

Heather’s position hadn’t changed, the final morning bondage had held her firmly in the chair during my lunch break. She had dehornified significantly though, so I invaded her immediately for two dozen sharp and deep thrusts. It pumped up the volume of her panting to a more appropriate level quickly. I noticed with appreciation how Marcy had somehow found the time to wash and dry her somewhere in between; Heather’s slit felt pristine and nimble on my shaft rather than diving down in a pool of previously spilt fluids.

I dropped speed, but made sure the monotony of the slow pounding was interspersed with a few faster and deeper thrusts every minute or so. The punctuation in her moaning followed the bursts closely, and her eyes dimmed.

I didn’t want to allow her to trail off into her own subspace just yet, and conversation was a great tool for that; when she needed to keep responding to my questions she couldn’t drift off. So I asked: “Do you have any specific opinion about your little orgasm storm this morning? “

Her voice was dreamy, but her reply was to the point: “Maybe I passed out. It certainly didn’t feel like 33 seconds, it was over in a whiff. Just like now. “

“What do you mean? “

“Well, I can smell that you have eaten, and drunk, and smoked. But it feels like you have just been away for a minute. Maybe my sense of time got distorted somehow, or I just dozed off for a bit. “

“You would be right to get any extra rest you can. I think you will appreciate any stolen hour of sleep later this week. “

“I am exhausted already. The soreness subsided somewhat during the break, but it was back the moment you entered me again. As if your dick is dotted with sharp studs, scouring my tender inner flesh when you thrust it… raw and oversensitized. “

“And it is painful?”

“No, not really. Uncomfortable at most, maybe not even that. And you are pressing the arousal buttons at the same time. The sensations cannot really be separated. They blend. And it works in a strange way. It isn’t like there is a positive and a negative component in them. Positive and negative just aren’t appropriate terms anymore. There’s no pleasure, there’s no pain, there’s just intensity. “

I suspended the pounding, just holding myself still inside her, and said: “And what about now? “

“The intensity drops, that’s for sure. But it isn’t gone. It lingers within me, like a promise of resumption. I know you can resume any second, and I’m prepared to be guided uphill again. Actually, looking forward to the moment you decide to do so. “

I resumed the fuck at a slightly higher speed than before, though I still didn’t delve very deep. Her words gave way to moans again as she yielded to my renewed bounces, ready to drift off into her mindless lust again, but I urged her: “Keep talking to me, slut. Explore your feelings and tell me about them. “

She heaved heavily, almost as if the assigned task was beyond her capabilities. When she started talking again, her tone was detached and misty: “I am completely encapsulated in your faculty, and my fickleness and all my anxieties are flowing out of me. I feel like a piece of wax, to be molded in your hands, into the shape that you desire. I have relinquished control, and you have taken it. I’m not just glad that you have taken me into your realm; there is simply no other place to be than here. “

“So how about Dave? He is your husband, all I’m doing here is his bidding.”

“Dave is a completely different man than you. You already know that he never even fucked me… but did you know that he never even shot in my presence? When he needs to shoot, he secludes himself in a different room, discharges there, and then returns to continue his remote, detached ignition of my lust on me. He is distant, maybe even cold-hearted. He is always in control, but he doesn’t get involved. Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful for all he has created for me… he has led me to summits I could have never dreamed existed. But he never joins me there. He hides all his sentiments, I’m almost like an object of scientific study to him. Sometimes he doesn’t seem like a man to me, he’s more like a God, ununderstandable and steering my fate without any logic or even reasoning, controlling me from afar. “

“And I’m not like that?”

“You’re not. I can feel the quiver of your impatient manhood when you rest yourself deep inside me. I can feel the lechery in your thrusting, and I can feel the struggle you need to have to prevent an early shot. I could feel the deep satisfaction when you unloaded deep inside me this morning. You are here with me, and sharing yourself with me. You dare to show yourself to me, and even if it doesn’t matter a tiny little bit what I think about that, it still means something. “

For half a minute, all that could be heard was the creaking sounds of the chair matching its rhythm to my pounding going into a faster flow. Her words had flattered me, and that had increased the vigor of my banging. Her conversation faltered as the thump hit her hard and gave way to increased stints of moaning. She came shortly afterwards.