An American Dom in a UK Hotel Room…I ordered her to kneel before me. I pushed her knees apart with m
An American Dom in a UK Hotel Room…I ordered her to kneel before me. I pushed her knees apart with my foot, then bent down to meet her eye to eye. Without losing focus on her, my hand slipped between her legs as I calmly ordered, “Put your hands behind your back.”I wasn’t surprised to already find her pussy wet… All the better. I dragged my fingers over her clit, feeling her juices wick between my nimble fingers. Almost immediately, she was breathing hard and moaning. I could feel her push her pelvis into my fingers. Soon, her breath drew in short gasps. She collapsed forward and whispered, “Master, can I cum?…”I replied “no” and ran my other hand up behind her neck and laced my fingers into her hair. I held her head up and continued to stroke her wet, wet pussy. I ordered her to stand. She complied. I told her to spread her legs for me and she complied to that order as well. My fingers started orbiting her clit again and almost immediately she started to lean over and rest against my chest. “Don’t lean against me,” I said, tugging her head upright again. She struggled to stand straight again, trembling and shaking against my masturbating strokes.I could feel her knees weakening again so I ordered her to kneel again. This time, I knelt in front of her, my knees to either side of her bent left leg. I alternated long strokes against her lips and circles around her clit. I could feel tremors from an approaching orgasm radiate up my forearm and I knew another request would be coming from her soon. “Master… may I please c-cum?…” I paused a moment, still feeling her tremors propagate up my arm, enjoying the moment and letting it feed my sadistic urges. I whispered, “Cum…”My words resonated in her ears… neurons fired in a chain reaction and over my foreign accented voice, she deciphered my command and responded. Her eyes lost focus and she collapsed, falling forward, laying her head hard against my chest, convulsing in hard waves of an orgasm that I had long denied her. She moved her arms to wrap them around my neck as she moaned loud and hard. She pulled herself close, embracing me with all the strength she had that wasn’t stolen by her orgasm. I continued to rub her clit, wanting to be sure that every ounce of her orgasm within her was released to me. Having become super-sensitive, she softly jerked at my touch. I lightened my touch, slowed my pace, then finally stopped. I held her in my arms as my angel descended back to the earth. “Thank you, Master…” she breathlessly gasped. I responded by pulling her even closer into my arms. We sat like that, at the foot of the bed, slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of our own synchronized breaths… both refusing to let go of the other…This real-life story was recovered from a post made from a Tumblr blog that has since been deleted – thank you Google and that user… wherever you are! -- source link