Subspace?

Subspace...I read about it...I understand the concept. However, I've never fully believed I have been there...until today.

In the middle of what can only be described as a leisurely afternoon blow job and cock stroking, Thirty says, "I need to pee."

Ummm...ok.

He gets up and says with a smirk, "Come on."

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Shirt and bra off."

I remove everything...I know where this is going.

"Kneel in the bathtub."

I obey, but I'm nervous. And, I'm smiling nervously. I feel a little silly from all the smiling.

"Suck me."

The blow job continues...I'm so turned on...and a little chilly in the cold bathtub...

"Enough."

And he starts to piss on me...first a few drops, then a full hot stream...I close my eyes.

"Open your mouth."

My eyes fly open as I look at him questioningly. Really? I hesitate. He strokes my hair.

"Do it."

I open my mouth. He pisses over my stomach and breasts, across my shoulders, up my neck, onto my face...into my open mouth, across my tightly shut eyes, into my hair...

I sputter and cough, letting piss and spit spill down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I peek through dampened lashes at him...he's smiling, of course.

All of a sudden, I close my eyes again and relax. The hot stream continues across my chest and shoulders. The feeling is almost peaceful...enveloping...and I actually think the word "subspace" because this is the point where I would do anything he asked.

Then, it's over.

"Clean me up."

He's smiling at my disheveled, piss-covered appearance while I suck his cock. I can feel that he enjoys what he sees, and I take him deeper.

"Your turn to clean up."

I rinse myself in the shower and return to find him laying across the bed, stroking his cock. I explore his mouth and tongue as he masturbates himself to orgasm, allowing me to drink my fill of his come.

I love when he "feeds" me.

Enjoyed...

"I'm not going to hurt you today."

Okay. He's fucking me slowly as he speaks, and I'm staring into his eyes...wondering what he means...

"There are days that I will hurt you, but today I just want to enjoy you."

I can only nod. It has never been like this with him before now...

He fucks me gently
kisses me lightly
breathes my breath
holds my gaze

I feel completely consumed and entirely possessed. Tears escape my eyes as I come from the shear intensity of this experience.

My breathing is ragged
my heart pounding
my body wrapped in his arms
my hair twisted in his hands

I hold my breath as I feel his cock harden and his body tense.
I come again quietly, feeling every pulse as he comes deep inside me.

Exhale.

I hope the neighbors don't hear...

Our day has been spent outdoors. As we emerge from the shade of the trees to our waiting car, I feel the sexual tension as heavy as the humidity in the air. Without warning, I am pushed against the hot car as he roughly pulls my cutoff jeans shorts down. With one forearm across my shoulders, he begins caressing my ass with his free hand. He doesn't speak, and I know I'm expected to keep quiet. The first slap on my ass is sudden and causes me to gasp.

"Mmmm..." I can actually FEEL him smiling his approval.

More caressing...followed by another slap on the other cheek. I press my face and arms harder into the hot car while his fingers begin to explore deep between my legs. I know I'm wet. As soon as he touched me, I felt the wetness forming. God he turns me on!

Then, we hear a car. Dammit. He stops abruptly and walks towards the driver's seat, leaving me to correct my disheveled appearance. As I get in the passenger's side, he tells me to slide my shorts to my ankles. He makes me come 3 times on the way to his house. As we pull into the driveway, he offers his pussy-soaked hand to me to clean though I'm already bordering on incoherence from the intensity of the orgasms.

He's out of the car now, busying himself with his gear in the trunk. I actually think we're done for the day and have pulled my shorts back on and am preparing to help him out. Before I even realize what's happening, I'm turned quickly and pushed face down into the trunk. His hand is between my legs, rubbing the rough denim against my hypersensitive clit until I'm pushing back against him, begging to be fucked.

"Don't move."

Okay. I hold my breath.

I feel the blade as he trails it up my inner thigh. Chills run down my spine and my knees get weak. He pulls the fabric away from my pussy just enough to insert the blade and cut the seam of my shorts in two. When I am fully exposed to him, he slides the blade gently along my slit then presses the flat side against me. I fucking love that feeling!

The knife is discarded as he shoves his cock into my soaked pussy. It's all a blur now as he fucks me so hard I can feel my feet leaving the ground. When I have come more than I thought possible, he pulls his cock from me, turns me around so I'm sitting on the trunk edge, then pulls my legs up and starts fucking me again. He hasn't been this rough in so long, and I'm loving every minute.

When he replaces his cock with his fingers, the look in his eyes is completely primal. Fuck! I can feel my heartrate increase...I know he wants to hurt me. More fingers are inserted into my well-used cunt until he's fisting me. It hurts so fucking bad, but I hold his gaze and feel myself give everything to him.

My final orgasm builds as he stretches my pussy to its limits. His tongue is roughly exploring my mouth as I cling to him.

"You're my whore."

yessssssssss...

"You wanna come, don't you, whore?"

yessssssssss...

"Beg for it. Beg me to make you come with my fist in your pussy."

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssssssse make me come.

"Tell me you love it."

Ohhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooooddddddddd...I fucking looooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvveeee it!!!

"Come NOW!"

The orgasm crashes over me so hard that I scream and black out for a minute. As I come to, he's kissing me lightly and smiling that smile of his that makes my pussy tingle. He wipes his hand on my leg, pulls me up, and leads me into the house.

"My turn..."

Update

I think about this blog...every time he fucks me...every time he makes me come...I think about it.

I think of the stories he creates...when he uses me...when he enjoys me...I really do think about it.

Then, I forget...because he's fucking me again...because he's claiming me again...and then I think about it...again.

So, with a few stolen moments, I hope to get words on the screen...to relive his hands on my skin and his cock inside me...again.

Enjoy.