Prologue
The story you hopefully are going to read is a true story. For the most part the tale is true, it has happen as described, apart from minor details altered, enhanced or omitted. True story, but for one thing; I wrote it before it happen.
I see My Beloved Miss M around once a month, mostly a two-night stay. The week before our rendezvous I hardly can concentrate on anything else than the approaching meeting, and my fantasies drifts away along with my increasing desire and sexual lust. So I wrote this story as a draft or synopsis for what was to come (or wish for…) My Beloved Miss M got the text two days before my arrival, and I swear, everything was prepared as described, even details in her clothing (details that is not included in the story). The only things I had to do at arrival was – apart from undress – fold up our homemade Gyno Chair (made from a foldable massage bench with two adjustable stands for your legs) and drink two glasses of sparkling wine. Then I was ready.
Hope you are ready too…
The Story
You have your lips tight around my stiffed cock. Your tongue plays teasingly over my glans. Your saliva mixes with the oily fluids that come from my inner. You tease me with your teeth, nibbles, sometimes hard but not too hard. You hold my scrotum in one hand, play with my testicles, pull them, roll them between your fingers. Your other hand caresses softly the area just outside of my anus. I lie in our homemade and confortable gyno chair – or more gyno table – on my back, my legs widely spread on their holders up in the air. You sit on a comfortable chair between my legs with full and easy access to my all my private parts. On a small table beside you stand bottles of different oils, a tube with K-Y and some erotic toys I hope you will use on me. You are wearing plastic gloves on both hands, smeared with baby oil. I fully enjoy the smooth surface of the gloves when your fingers play around my groin area. I have one of my hands on your head, send you small signals with my fingertips; how delicious you treat me, how well you know my body, how much I enjoy this, how much and how deeply I love you…
Sometimes I steer your head and your mouth by grabbing your hair with both my hands and take control over your movements, but most of the time you take command, you knew exactly what to do and what pleases me. I use my free hand to pull down my foreskin as long as possible, down to my scrotum, my testicles and your playing fingers. The nerves at the top of my cock are totally uncovered for your tongue to tease and stimulate.
You take away your head and mouth from me and look me right into my eyes and formed a kiss with your glittering, oily lips. Your hands leaves me, and you take the K-Y tube from the table and squeeze a string on to your middle finger. You put a clique on my entrance to my anus, put the tube away and press your finger slowly, slowly into my ass, as far as you can. You take a new grip around my testicular sac and squeeze, slowly but harder and harder, until the veins around my cock turns purple. I feel it like my cock is going to explode any minute.
You start to move your finger out and in again, like you fuck my arse. Once again, you look directly into my eyes, to see my reaction. And I react! When you pull your finger out and push it back again, like you fuck my arse, and when your finger find the hidden spot of pleasure in my body, I feel like a stream of electricity between your finger inside me and your hand around my penis, despite the rubber gloves. I unconsciously tense my body, my pelvis leaves the bench, lifted by invisible forces and I hear myself moaning incomprehensible sounds of deepest pleasure.
You bend your head down again, but keep eye contact. You extend your tongue and let it play from your fingers around the base of my cock, along the oily, greasy shaft up to the blood-filled head. I am on the verge to explode, can't remember ever being horny like this before, feeling the orgasm – correction, orgasms – build up in me. One orgasm waits in my cock, another, even stronger, deep in my prostate. A third, for me until mow completely unknown possibility to orgasm, buzzes in and around the entrance to my ass. I perceive the sensitive nerve endings to be in direct contact with the nerves in my gland. Your fucking finger stimulates me so well and when I suddenly feel two fingers fucking me I almost faint from overwhelming exaltation.
Before you once again cover my cock with your lips you pull your fingers out from my bottom and the emptiness is immediate, but when I understand what you are up to a flash of excitement passes through my body. You bring down the black enema nozzle and the tube from the white jug that hangs on the wall. I see that you choose our largest can and you have hanged it on the highest of the wall-hooks.
Your smear the nozzle, not with Vaseline or K-Y but with something that smells like Tiger Balm. I shiver, somewhat afraid of what the Tiger Balm will do to me, but I more than anything welcome the forthcoming enema. You ask me, with your sweetest voice if I am ready? I nod without a word and you put the smeared tip of nozzle against my rectum and the sensitive nerves you seconds ago pleased with your fingers. A sting of chill and pain flashes from my anus along with the nerves up to my cock-head, and my legs tended to spread a little bit more, all by themselves. I am ready and I am more than willing.
You turn the water on. It is hot, must have been nearly boiling when you hung the can up. You let the water float slowly into me, and you push and pull the nozzle in and out. I love that nozzle, some 25 cm in all, 10 bulbs and waists for the extra pleasure and a handle for you to get a good grip. It also has a small tap to regulate the stream of water. When you push the mouthpiece to my prostate I can feel the stream of warm, almost hot water as you open the tap to full volume. I need not say I am in heaven and you are Gods Gift to me!
Your mouth returns to the head of my cock. One hand to the base, the other hand keeps holding the lovely black water dildo that fucks me and keeps filling me with water. The Tiger Balm is doing its job; it stings on my buttocks as well as inside me. It feels ice-cold compare to the hot water. My cock is bigger than ever. My belly as well. I am so close to orgasm and I want to let it loose. Now! In your mouth! But you do not allow me. I know from earlier sessions; all water has to go into me before I can release the volcano that grows bigger and bigger in my poor but happy body.
I hear myself scream and plea. Take it out, please, take it out! "Oh, God, help me! No, not the nozzle, the orgasm! Let me come in your mouth." My body is shaking out of my control. "Pleeease!" But no. You run the enema nozzle as long as it reaches into my body, let the grip go and grab my cock instead. You tell me to squeeze around the enema nozzle with my anal muscles and that everything is immediately over if the nozzle slips out by itself. Slowly you masturbate me with one hand, squeeze my balls with the other and use your teeth on my cock and your tongue on my gland. I can feel and see precum coming from your mouth, soaking your soft and lovely lips. I look up from your face to watch the enema jar on the wall and see that the flow indicator on the tube has stopped. I am full and in urgent need to relieve me from a lot of water. But you will not let me. Not yet.
I have my left forearm over my eyes, I see nothing but a clear bright heaven rushing towards me with full force. The moment is religious, I have an out-of-body experience. My forearm is wet from tears and I hear myself sobbing. Every part of my body is on edge and prepared for my orgasm, just waiting for your allowance and final help.
When I suddenly feel the quick removal of the nozzle and the immediate replacement of what I believe is one of our large butt plugs, I realize there is more to endure before my release. But I cannot wait! I take your head between my hands and force your mouth down on my cock. I tell you I will not let your head go until you have made me cum. You try to get loose, but can't. You squeeze my balls to make me let go, but the pain in my sack only enhances my lust. You bite me hard in my cock and I feel an immediate stream of adrenaline pumping in my system, from toes to head. I scream of mixed pain and pleasure and I force your head further down on my cock to make you stop biting me. You gargle something inaudible while trying to catch your breath and I release the grip of your head a little. "OK, blame yourself if you miss the best" you mumble. You grab my dick with both hands and start masturbating me frantically. Mouth over cock again, sucking, licking, biting, swallowing, gargling.
I lay the palms of my hands on my bulging stomach and press downwards. I feel the butt plug pressing against my anus from inside, and the still warm water stimulating my prostate. I move my hands further down, grab the base of my cock with one hand and put the other hand on your head. Gently this time, I push down. My cock gets deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your hands are working faster and faster on my shaft. Seconds more to go, I feel the orgasm coming, from all and different parts of my body. I shake out of control, my heart beats quicker than your hands work on my cock. I can't hold back the plug in my ass many seconds more.
I take a deep breath, ready to scream in lust and agony. The orgasm has started, deep in my body. You can feel it as well. Your hand and mouth movements adapt to what is happening in my body and brain. We are synchronized, I am literary in your hands and totally in your mouth, ready to come. And in your mouth it is! Again you try to remove your head when your mouth overflows with my cum. Semen is floating down my cock, over your hands, still jerking but slower during my orgasm. I fly again, far over the clouds. I have no contact with the table, my body is bent like an arch, every muscle, every nerve is part of what I'm experiencing. I'm aware of nothing apart from the catharsis that has taken over my body. Not even you my darling – who made this moment come true – until I landed on the couch again. Legs widely spread, black plug in my bottom, semen all over my tense stomach My drained cock and testicles held in a steady grip with your lovely hands. Your beautiful eyes back into mine, when you tell me to relax (as if I could otherwise…?) for five minutes before leaving the gyno-chair. You let your hands go, come over to the side of the table and give me a kiss. Not just any kiss, your mouth is still full of concentrated creamy happiness, love and pleasure, and you make me not only taste, you make me suckle and swallow, and I love it. The sweetest honey delivered from the cutest lips and made of true and real love!
Epilogue
I spent some 20 minutes at the toilet, slowly emptying myself physically and mentally. I never would have dreamed that my fantasy would come true, and with that magnitude! How much I love that woman, my Beloved Miss M ! The last five minutes alone in the bathroom I spent in the shower, figuring out what I could do to to her, to please her, at least to a small extent of what she just had done to me. I decided to "play it by ear", get my dick hard again (minor problem) and leave the bathroom.
She was lying on the converted massage bench, legs up, to glasses of cold, bubbly white wine beside her. The toys on the table had changed to her preference, and she was naked. "Hello lover boy" She spread her legs and raised her pelvis towards me…
But that's another story, not written yet. And if some of you like my "tale from real life" above, I gladly translate stories already written (by me) from Swedish to English and I happily write new stories – inspired from what I read on this forum – directly in English, as long as you have indulgence with my shortcomings and flaws in my not native language…
Best to all of you!
/ Love E