over her body, sometimes zapping her with it, sometimes stroking her with it.
Building her up, promises of fun yet to come.
Then he swapped out the wand for the body contact probe, tucking it in his waistband inside his shirt, so it was touching his flesh.
Then he really went to town.
Now he was zapping her through all the little pokey points on the gloves, making her jump and moan and writhe on the table as he tormented her.
“Roll over,” he ordered.
She knew what was coming next. Over her arms, her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, including her nipples. She moaned, horny and aching now.
And he knew it. That’s why he wouldn’t be rushed.
Derrick paused and took off the gloves, swapping them out for a Mylar flogger, which created sparks and shocks everywhere he hit her with it.
Including her clit and pussy.
The sensual sadist even dragged it up and down her inner thighs, over her labia, time and again until Marcia wanted to scream and beg for him to fuck her.
Yet he knew she wouldn’t. She would tough it out, wait for him to get it out of his system, making her even hornier in the process.
After several more long minutes of this, he laughed. “I think I know what you want now.” He put the violet wand aside, removing the body contact probe from his waistband.
He grabbed their Hitachi, held it up, and grinned. “Now for the really fun torture.”
He sat on the floor at one end of the coffee table and had her bend her legs, her feet at the end of the coffee table and her ass scooted close. Like that, he pushed her legs wide apart and pressed the humming vibrator to her clit.
She exploded. Or, that’s what it felt like, every synapse in her nervous system firing at once. She reached overhead, grabbed the other end of the coffee table, and hung on as he forced her to come over and over again. So much she lost count.
She also knew that once he’d started, he wouldn’t stop until he was done.
Not that she was complaining, because she wasn’t.
“Look at me, baby.”
She had to force her eyes open and lift her head.
He grinned and blew her a kiss.
She smiled, blowing one back before laying her head down again and moaning her way through another cycle of orgasms.
Eventually, he knew she’d had enough. He shut off the Hitachi, allowing her to collapse and catch her breath.
But she knew she wasn’t done.
Not by a long shot.
After he packed up the violet wand kit, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into a sitting position at the end of the coffee table. She was already opening her mouth in preparation, which made him smile again.
“You’re such a good girl.” He unzipped and freed his cock, sliding it between her lips.
She wrapped her hands around his legs, holding his ass as he slowly started fucking her mouth. There wasn’t a lot required of her from this point except to hold on and swallow. She was fine with that, though, because her brain had been turned to pure jelly. Not thinking was good.
Very good.
He held her head in his hands, varying his strokes, taking his time. She kept her eyes open and focused on his, knowing he liked that, preferred that.
Loved watching her swallow his cum.
She didn’t even know or care how many people were watching them. All she wanted was to make him happy, make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.
That was one bad thing about the club, that unless they were locked in by themselves, they couldn’t have sex there.
Only at home, and at the private parties.
Inside her mouth his cock grew harder, hotter, closer to release. She tasted the tangy, salty pre-cum beginning to flow, knew from the tensing of his muscles how close he was.
And then…
He let out a soft groan as he went deep, her chin against his balls and her nose pressed against his belly as she swallowed to keep up with him. Finally, he loosened his grip, pulling his cock free before kneeling in front of her to kiss her.
Now they could cuddle. Derrick moved their stuff out of the
Building her up, promises of fun yet to come.
Then he swapped out the wand for the body contact probe, tucking it in his waistband inside his shirt, so it was touching his flesh.
Then he really went to town.
Now he was zapping her through all the little pokey points on the gloves, making her jump and moan and writhe on the table as he tormented her.
“Roll over,” he ordered.
She knew what was coming next. Over her arms, her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, including her nipples. She moaned, horny and aching now.
And he knew it. That’s why he wouldn’t be rushed.
Derrick paused and took off the gloves, swapping them out for a Mylar flogger, which created sparks and shocks everywhere he hit her with it.
Including her clit and pussy.
The sensual sadist even dragged it up and down her inner thighs, over her labia, time and again until Marcia wanted to scream and beg for him to fuck her.
Yet he knew she wouldn’t. She would tough it out, wait for him to get it out of his system, making her even hornier in the process.
After several more long minutes of this, he laughed. “I think I know what you want now.” He put the violet wand aside, removing the body contact probe from his waistband.
He grabbed their Hitachi, held it up, and grinned. “Now for the really fun torture.”
He sat on the floor at one end of the coffee table and had her bend her legs, her feet at the end of the coffee table and her ass scooted close. Like that, he pushed her legs wide apart and pressed the humming vibrator to her clit.
She exploded. Or, that’s what it felt like, every synapse in her nervous system firing at once. She reached overhead, grabbed the other end of the coffee table, and hung on as he forced her to come over and over again. So much she lost count.
She also knew that once he’d started, he wouldn’t stop until he was done.
Not that she was complaining, because she wasn’t.
“Look at me, baby.”
She had to force her eyes open and lift her head.
He grinned and blew her a kiss.
She smiled, blowing one back before laying her head down again and moaning her way through another cycle of orgasms.
Eventually, he knew she’d had enough. He shut off the Hitachi, allowing her to collapse and catch her breath.
But she knew she wasn’t done.
Not by a long shot.
After he packed up the violet wand kit, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into a sitting position at the end of the coffee table. She was already opening her mouth in preparation, which made him smile again.
“You’re such a good girl.” He unzipped and freed his cock, sliding it between her lips.
She wrapped her hands around his legs, holding his ass as he slowly started fucking her mouth. There wasn’t a lot required of her from this point except to hold on and swallow. She was fine with that, though, because her brain had been turned to pure jelly. Not thinking was good.
Very good.
He held her head in his hands, varying his strokes, taking his time. She kept her eyes open and focused on his, knowing he liked that, preferred that.
Loved watching her swallow his cum.
She didn’t even know or care how many people were watching them. All she wanted was to make him happy, make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.
That was one bad thing about the club, that unless they were locked in by themselves, they couldn’t have sex there.
Only at home, and at the private parties.
Inside her mouth his cock grew harder, hotter, closer to release. She tasted the tangy, salty pre-cum beginning to flow, knew from the tensing of his muscles how close he was.
And then…
He let out a soft groan as he went deep, her chin against his balls and her nose pressed against his belly as she swallowed to keep up with him. Finally, he loosened his grip, pulling his cock free before kneeling in front of her to kiss her.
Now they could cuddle. Derrick moved their stuff out of the
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