Sat astride him, he asked me to hover above him, slightly up his torso on his stomach. I didn’t know whether he was having second thoughts or not, but hands reached up to grab and play with my nipples. All of the time, I could feel his cock tip grazing my bum cheeks, my inner thighs and my hole. The anticipation in that moment was immense, but my imagination was running wild and out of control.
I could sense that I was about to ruin and that there was not a thing I could do to stop him. I reached for my still largely flaccid cock from underneath between my legs and pointed it up his body. Within seconds, I came, hands-free, heavily on to his stomach, whilst all the time reeling at what had happened and the effect it was seemingly having on my sex drive — something, of old, that he knew could happen and had been, historically, trying to train me out of and get to sustain irrespective. In that moment, he continued to play with my nipples.
Quickly, and quietly, he asked me what had made me cum. Equally quickly and quietly, I told that it had merely been the thought of being fucked in that position. The mood seemed to be changing. He had sensed a creeping disinterest in sustaining, although internally, I was fighting it, really wanting to drop down onto his shaft and bounce on it. It wasn’t going to happen and there was seemingly nothing I could do about it. I was frustrated and exasperated but not as disappointed as I had thought.
He took control of the moment by saying “You had better clean me up then!”. I carefully climbed off with his urge for me to be careful, all the time, looking after his sub’s well-being. I then began collecting my load of his stomach, slightly deterred by his body hair before reaching for some paper tissue to collect the residual. He began masturbating and my cumslut mind refocused on collecting his load, my mouth like a moth to a flame, ready to collect. I reattached, took his load, apart from some on his hand, drew off and after he had uttered his agreed safe word, briefly reattached to ensure he was clean before re-acknowledging that he had just used the safe word and apologising with it.
The floor was still spattered with my pre-cum from earlier, and, ever the submissive, knowing its place, reached for some more tissue to clean the floor, before dressing and joining him outside at reception. He said that my service had “set him up for the rest of the day” so, despite the earlier failings, I had evidently served him well again.
Perhaps, in hindsight, in that moment of being invited to climb on, having long since put myself in the mindset that I was not generally fucked by him, I was not ready for the opportunity that was suddenly presented to me, not in the right mind set, not prepared for being offered such an experience to break through another barrier under his continuing mentorship.
Next time, things might well be different, but for now, I had bottomed out.