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Scent of a Goddess - Part 4, 5, and 6
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Scent of a Goddess - Part 4, 5, and 6 For a moment he felt awkward: bent at the waist, hands braced on his knees, ass tilted high in the air, hole straining as if to open by the metal ring she had adjusted between his cheeks on the thong he was wearing. Then she nudged a rounded wicker ottoman closer to him and he was able to rest his knees against the edge of it, while bracing his fore arms. She tapped him on the small of his back, "Lower yourself here," were her instructions, "so your back is somewhat concave and your ass higher in the air." A sense of amusement, of joy, of control tumbled through her voice. "MMM," she almost hummed when she next touched him, placing a slender stick of foil-wrapped butter down beside him on the ottoman. She opened the end of the package, "This is frozen," she said, "but we know how to thaw it, don't we?" Again the undercurrent of amusement warmed her voice. "Now," she seemed to be talking more to herself than to him, and she began stroking him with her fingers between his ass cheeks. Up and down, up and down went her fingers and he trembled a little with anticipation and desire. Then her fingers began to press a little more firmly and her stroke had a longer arc so that he had to spread his legs wider and she began to reach down to his bound and swollen balls as her hands traversed up and down between his ass cheeks and legs. Finally she reached for the stick of frozen butter and he felt the cool silk of it begin to slide up and down where her fingers had just left off. The coldness of it was strangely erotic and his asshole began to clench and flex each time the stick of butter traced over its puckered surface. He groaned a little, an expression of erotic enjoyment and a desire for more. She acquiesed to his inarticulate request and began to trace the circle of his asshole slowly with the cold stick of butter. Around and around it went and he could feel the cream melting on his skin. "Perfect," she said eventually, and she showed him the now partially melted stick of butter. The end she had been tracing around his asshole was now rounded like the tip of a bullet, having melted as she traced it back and forth, although the stick of butter itself was still frozen. And she began to nudge. At first his asshole clenched back against the intruder, but he soon yielded to the belly deep longing to be penetrated. To be penetrated by her. To be penetrated by the goddess. And he felt the stretch of the frozen stick of butter as it began to ease slowly into his asshole. "That is it," she crod, "just let it in." And she slid the butter back out again just to the very entry in order to press again with a firm nudge so that he might feel the sensual combination of resistance and desire that is the essence of being sexually violated. He grunted as, with a sudden giving away, the stick of butter gained entry and slid all the way up into his ass. He could feel the burn of penetration still rimming his sphincter, but, at the same time, the delicious feeling of the cold stick up his ass. He wiggled his hips a little, and she laughed gently, "Feels good, does it?" "MMM," he concurred, as his wiggle caused the stick of frozen butter to slide further into his canal. He gave his ass mules a tentative squeeze and again he felt the erotic tension as it penetrated him even further. "Let me some more," her voice was husky with the eroticism of the moment and she showed him what was in her hand. It was a very long, very slender English cucumber. Part 5 She began to laugh, although not mockingly, at the expression on his face but, rather than assuring him that he would be alright, that he could take it, that it would only hurt for the first bit, she had him rise from the ottoman and led him over to the bed at the side of the room. "No," she instructed, "not like that," when he went to kneel once again with his ass high in the air. "On your back, on the towels," and she made sure the pillows were under his head so it was raised and he could see what she was about to do. First, she undid the tie that held his pants up and removed them but not before unzipping the elastic cock cage she had concocted so that it remained in place while the soft fabric slowly slipped from his skin. Again, following her directions, he crooked his knees so that his heels were tucked up fairly close to his body and his legs angled slightly askew from his hips. This meant that the elastic of the cock cage bit all that more deeply into his skin and he could feel it binding his testicles to his penis and increasing the strain and emphasizing the pain. He gasped a little as he felt the pad of her finger, still slick with the frozen butter she had been holding earlier, begin to move in circles on the shiny shaved skin of each ball. The tickle of her touch was in exquisite contrast to the clenching tightness of the binding. "MMM," she crod, "are they full of your hot cum?" "Are you throbbing with the desire to shoot a load of your milky cum?" she continued. "Well, not yet! You must hold off until I give the command, you understand?" He nodded his head faintly; there was little else he could do so overcome was he by the erotically sharp contrast between the sensations he was experiencing, although he had no doubt, when the time came, he would have no control whatsoever over whether he could hold back from blowing his load of semen all over, or all in, her. Then she slid her fingers down below his testicles and began to stroke back and forth to his asshole and back again, to his asshole and back again, her fingers at once delicate and firm in their stroke. Again, each pass of her fingers over his sphincter caused it to clench and then flex open with a desire to be penetrated. She noticed. She smiled. And she nudged his ass open with her finger. "MMMM," she crod again, "so<b> silky </font></b>and so tight." "I can see the drops of butter that have melted with the heat of your skin," she continued, "glistening on the rim of your ass." "Shall I clean that up for you?" and with that she shifted her position, kneeling on the bed, with her head bent close to his ass. "Pull your knees up," as the goddess she was not shy about choreographing this as she wished, "up to your shoulders." He wrapped his forearms underneath the crook of his knees so that his ass was tilted as high in the air as it could go while he was lying on his back. And she bent her head so that the tip of her tongue began to trace delicate circles around his puckered "man pussy". "Hmm, I can taste the butter," her voice had a slight giggle in it. "Let me see if there is more inside," and he saw her head move as she angled herself to rim just inside his ass with her tongue. The heat of his arousal and the eroticism of having her lick the melting butter from inside his ass was almost too much and he could see and feel his cock stiffen all the more and his balls strained against the tight elastic cage binding them. Yet, she persisted. Her tongue seemingly hungry as it flicked in and out of his asshole, now licking, now nudging open, now pushing past that ring of mule to flick up and down inside. A groan eaped his lips again. A groan that told her he was almost past the point of having any control. She withdrew her head from between his legs, and knelt there with her torso straight, her eyes fiercely blazing with a dominating sexual energy, and her bearing telling him he had better hold back. Slowly he regained some control of his own impulses, and his body subsided, but only just barely, from the edge of orgasm. "Good," she assured him with only a slight measure of compassion in her t, "You must remember I am in control. That I am the goddess you agreed to worship." "Now, let's see how easy that melted butter makes it to slip this up in your ass," and with that she, once again, showed him the vegetable she had laying by her side. Part 6 Reaching for another stick of butter she had beside the bed, room temperature this one was, the goddess smiled. "You are doing very well," she assured him. "Remembering I am the one in charge, the one you adore, the one you worship," she continued, "and you are learning to be the one taken, not the taker. The one penetrated, not the one penetrating the other. This is good." She had broken off some of the creamy butter stick into the palm of her hand while she was speaking and had lightly massaged and warmed it further while he watched. Then she reached for the long English cucumber and slowly moved her hand up and down it so that it too was coated and slippery . "MMMM," her voice held a tone of amusement, "how I like a long hard shaft." "In fact," and here she moved one of her buttery hands down to her glistening cunt while holding the cucumber in the other. She parted her labia and then slowly drew the cucumber, lengthwise, through her already wet lips. "Ahhh," a sigh escaped her as she began to draw the cucumber back and forth, rubbing the tip up into her clit and then the length back between her legs. She increased the speed and pressure of her rubbing as he watched all the while conscious of a sort of envy that it was she the cucumber was being used on. She paused and looked at him with a mischievous expression, as if she had read his thoughts, "Oh, you want it? You want me to play with this thing and you? " Then she teasingly rubbed the cucumber back and forth a few more times between her legs, a bit more vigorously than she had before, her face clearly reflecting the pleasure the sensation was bringing her. He watched, and he waited, still feeling the cold bullet of butter sliding around in his rectum as it melted. Then she seemed to regain an awareness of what she had set out to do, "Kneel here next to me," she instructed again, "facing me." It was when he moved from laying down into a kneeling position that he began to feel the delicious contrast between the cold butter "suppository" deep inside him and the ticklish trickle as that which had been melted by his warm canal began to dribble down and out his sphincter. As if on cue, his cock began to run with pre cum and he could feel the delicious rivulets bathing both the front and the back of him. And then he felt the cucumber nudging at the bottom of his ass. Back and forth she rubbed him between the legs, just like she had rubbed herself, and he then realized that she had put on that little show so that he could bring the vicarious thrill he experienced into his actual erotic experience. And his awareness of the rough rubbing of the cucumber was amplified by the thought of how it must have felt on her delicate labia and clit. His body shook with the desire to truly know the erotic experience of being penetrated as she must, at the same time as he intuitively understood that to truly experience what she did was an impossible wish. Nevertheless, she had obviously felt and understood the shudder that ran through his body as with one hand alternately playing with his elastic bound balls and stroking his stiff cock, with the other, she began to nudge at his entrance with the soft round "head" of the cucumber. His asshole instinctively pulsed: clenching shut and then straining open and it was on the latter impulse that she pushed a little harder and he was entered. But once again he clenched shut and the cucumber slid back out with a thrilling rush. A light smile played at the corner of her lips, "Do you want it, or not?" He nodded, yes, he wanted it. He wanted to be penetrated deep into his ass. He wanted to feel her thrusting and plunging it in and drawing it back out then filling him again. He wanted to be spread by the mass of it, to feel the burn, the rush. He wanted to be fucked by her. to be continued. |
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DAMN, THIS IS HOT! I'm in lust with the way you write...
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5/29/2018 6:22 am |
hmmm, this is getting interesting! 
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Love your writing --- it's so life-like and you make your thoughts come alive so vividly ! Would love to read more !!
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English cucumbers are definitely on my menu. . . .although I've never thought of them in that way. . . . . I'd let you . . . lol Hot! I was wet ! ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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