Sometimes my body just does not cooperate with Master's plans. I think it probably has to do with my mind not being in the right place.
Last night with barely any warning he began fucking my mouth, and fondling me. I was dry like the Sahara, but he dripped on the freezing cold lube and took me anyway. I could barely feel a thing. It seemed like I was numb instead of engorged. When he asked me if I liked it, I mumbled something or other, but it was pretty clear I wasn't having as much fun. It's not like I was opposed to sex, and I wanted to enjoy it, but it wasn't happening. Even the trusty Hitachi seemed more painful and annoying than pleasure-inducing. When he told me to come I had a feeling of release, but somehow not the pleasures. He rolled me on to my stomach and came inside me. Right at his final thrusts before orgasm, I began to feel a deep pleasure inside. But then it was bedtime and I didn't feel energetic enough to ask for anything else.
I must have dreamed all night about more, because I woke up horny. When the alarm went off I took his hand from my breast and put it between my legs. He fingered me, and he was getting hard, so I sucked him. He got between my legs took me and gave me several orgasms, then he got up to get ready and said I could masturbate more if I wanted. I was already lying in a puddle. It took a while, but I made myself come once more.
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