[F4M] In honour of my 42nd post, I am going to reveal (and hopefully give) the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything: Orgasms.
Crazy how the simple things are the answers to life, isn’t it? So sitting here and pondering to myself, I came across a question: “How do I give as many people orgasms as possible?”
Again the answer was simple: Tell them to have one. Seriously, that was all it took - just have a read and you’ll understand.
Like many when it comes to sex, I consider myself a giver, and whilst I’d like to receive a few myself, I think I’ll be content with causing a few orgasms. If you are feeling a little giver-y yourself, then by all means drop a comment or send a pm, even if it’s just a few words of thanks and not a response for RP. (Although I would very much appreciate an attempt to RP this with me!)
Without further ado, here’s my second attempt at JOI. (First one is linked above, and based off the responses is well worth a read.)
First thing’s first, take a look at the hands attached to your arms. Those? Those belong to me now. Let’s take them for a spin shall we? Give your fingers a little flutter, a few grabbing motions in preparation. Stretches and all that, can’t be too safe after all. Especially when you’re about to surrender yourself, your cock, your hands and your body to my wishes.
Everything working as intended? Good, now raise a forefinger to your lips. Don’t worry, you can make all the noises and speak as much as you want, I just want you to trace them. Lightly, there’s no need to press it down into the flesh, I want you to lightly drag your finger along the rim of your lips. Feel’s good doesn’t it? Having hands out of your control fondle with such sensitive skin, knowing that sooner rather than later they’ll be getting acquainted with some far more sensitive sections of your flesh.
Now, drag that finger down along your chin and over your throat. Do it slowly and make sure you press down, and slowly shift it over to the side atop your pulsating vein. The jugular. Can you feel it, the thumping as blood pulses through your system, that anticipation that will surely lead to exhilaration? Just close your eyes for a moment and enjoy it, even if you can’t I’ll savour the lovely beating of your heart as excitement begins to seep in. And perhaps, a little fear of the unknown? Maybe, just maybe I’m not as benevolent as I say I am, maybe I’ll ruin you or leaving you high and dry, unable to cum as you thrust helplessly into the air in search for the final friction to push you over the edge. I won’t lie, that is very, very, tempting. Guess we’ll find out if you cum together then?
Got a shirt on? Take it off, I want the unbridled rising and falling of your chest to be completely visible. Just throw it off to the side, you won’t be needing clothing for much longer anyway.
The rest of your fingers, let them feel your throat. Let my whole hand take your throat, giving it a little squeeze to remind you who’s in control here before you drag it down across your chest with your middle finger across a nipple. Go on, don’t be shy. Give it a little rub, let it harden some more. Your thumb, bring it around and give it a little bit of a twist. Not too much, unless you really want to but enough for it to hurt. Can’t have you getting too caught up in the appetiser, now can we?
Leave the other nipple alone for now, it’s time those pants came off. And underwear. A shame I don’t have access to your eyes, but that won’t stop me from seeing your beautiful cock, even if I’ve got to do it by touch and feel. Pants off to the side? Good, now let me feel your amazing cock, I want to wrap my hands around every single inch of it, not a single spot of flesh left undiscovered. But. I want to do it my way.
We’ll start at the base of your mountain, curling your fingers - yes, all of them - around the delicious texture sprouting from your hips. Don’t move, not just yet. All I want you to do is to grip your cock tightly, I want is all swollen up and every single one of those veins to really pop out before I ascend it. Be patient, your hands and cock belong to me anyways, so there really isn’t anything you can do about it. Eyes down, I want you to watch as it stretches out and fills up in my hand, remember your heartbeat I took? Oh, it clicked didn’t it? Good.
Slowly, I’m telling you now so you don’t fuck up. I want you to slowly pull your hand along, your other hand, as I don’t want to have to sit here waiting for it to swell up again. Make as if you’re playing a fake guitar, fingers close together and placed along the underside before beginning to stroke upwards. Make sure you do it slowly, I want to be able to drink in the sensation of every lovely inch of your magnificent cock, every last vein that sits just beneath the surface and every last curve of your skin.
Once you reach the top, I want you to give it a little twitch, squeeze your kegels together as your fingers stand on the summit of the gorgeous mountain. There you go, that’s it… You have no idea how much I’d much rather be on my knees with this delectable hunk of meat in my mouth rather than simply in my hands. Really, thank you for giving both your hands and your tantalising cock to me, even if it’s only for a little while so I can give you an orgasm.
Brush over the head with the tips, even if it’s not my tongue I want to be able feel it tickled along by my finger tips. Once you’ve done that, I want a single finger out and running from the base of your head along that slit of yours, gently running up and wiping your droplets of precum. Want a lick? I know I definitely do, and not just wrapping my lips around your finger. Now take those fingertips and place them on the topside of your pulsating cock, wait a second for me to take in the feel of it and then I want you to swing it around the side until your reach the underside again.
Mmm, that is one hell of a cock I have. You may let go with the other hand, I’ve had my fill of exploration and have got a lovely image in mind. It really is a crying shame, I would have loved to take that down my throat and swallow my rewards once I finished with it. Perhaps another time?
Your balls, I want them. Now. I want all the skin in my hands this instant, both hands. One for each palm, pressed up lightly as I want them to remain hanging before I give them a squeeze. Tell you what, for being such a good boy so far, you can squeeze however hard you like, just make sure I get to feel every last little detail. I’m really getting side-tracked aren’t I? You have absolutely no idea how badly I want both of those behind my lips and for my tongue to play with and mouth suck on. I guess a quick massaging will have to do for now, perhaps you’ll be a really good boy and give a few swings of your cock for your Mistress? (Oh, don’t mind that, you can call me Goddess if you want.) I may not be able to see it but I can definitely feel it as your cock sways around at my touch, and let me tell you… It’s wonderful in every way, even your reactions that I can’t yet see, every last one of them I wholeheartedly encourage.
Okay, we’re going to leave your cock alone just for a little bit but don’t worry. You’ll love it.
Legs apart, I want your inner thighs exposed to my hands. Hands by your knees with only the barest touches along your skin, usually the lighter the better. We’ll start simple, and you can even reduce it down to the tip of your fingernail to make it even better. Both hands together, I want you to drag a wavy line all the way, slowly, towards your aching cock, but don’t touch it. Not yet. And again, this time with three fingers from each hand. Make sure it’s a touch so light it would make a feather seem heavy as you pull your hands back along your thighs. I hope you can feel those shivers run amok along your spine and tingles along your legs. Now, with all five fingers, and this time I want you to end up with your cock between both palms.
Got it there? Tilt it to the side a bit, knead it between them in an open palmed massage while I explain. You see, the longer you go while hard - usually - the bigger the load. And you, my good boy, will give me the biggest of loads. In fact, if you’re up for it and have a few tools on hand, I wouldn’t mind waiting a little bit for you to get a little (or big, big works very well) toy for your butt, especially if it gets your prostate going. From boner to bone-dry, my favourite by far. Massaged it a bit and ready to finally start to stroke my incredible cock? I’d suggest lubing up before I begin my main course.
Remember, slowly. If you go fast here, you may not be able to slow down at the end for a little edging to really milk it all out. From now on, we’ll call the stroking hand ‘Main Hand’ or ‘Main’ and the other one ‘Free Hand’ or ‘Free’. Free Hand wrapped around your balls like a Christmas present and the Main Hand slowly and not too tightly moving along the entire length of that resplendent cock.
Make sure you keep massaging and squeezing your balls with Free as you stroke, I want them to be ready to explode long before you cum, just begging for release to the point where aching is no longer adequate to describe their pain. Just slow strokes for now, a mellow pace as you oscillate for me and let the trickles of pleasure paint both your expression and noises you let out. And don’t be afraid to make those sounds, you know just how much I love them and would you really want to deny me?
Tighten the grip, I want to see and feel the skin be tugged along like waves on a beach, breaking into the shoreline and receding at the end of the stroke only to be ushered along once more with the next motion of the unyielding ocean.
Faster.
Not too much faster, but enough that you can feel the change in tempo, that inkling sensation as I begin to pull you into a crescendo. You can feel it, can’t you, even though it’s only been a short time since we really got started? Faster.
And this time, I mean it. Not your fastest, no not at all, but a decently quick pace to match the rhythm of your heart, to keep in tune with the melody I play with your body. My body. Because I want to take you to the edge, to drag you along until you hover along the precipice, to take you to the cliff’s edge and make you stand there above the promise of pleasure and wait. Good things come to those who wait, so keep jerking yourself off until you get there.
Faster, slower, it doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is that you slowly come to an edge. Did you take the time I gave you for an ass-toy earlier? Give it a squeeze, although I’m sure you’ve already done that plenty of times before I’d even mentioned it. Don’t have a toy with only your Free Hand along your balls as they coax more and more cum to build up within them, swelling up until the aching begins to hurt, then once they start to really ache you can take them past your taint and give your puckered rosebud a little attention.
You’re pulling into an edge, aren’t you? The tinglings of pleasure, the roar of the crescendo and the pounding in your ears as the build up begins to pressure you down low, perfect. I want you to hold it, to keep yourself dangling there as my cock leaks precum uncontrollably, as it lathers your skin in it’s glistening liquid of desire. Lubed up or not, those lovely wet sounds have started to follow and fill the room as my raging erection begins to demand release.
Not. Yet.
Edge. You better fucking edge, I don’t accept those who just go off and skimp. I want that massive load of cum I was promised and you had better damn well deliver! So edge, edge with your shaking hand, edge as your breath becomes shallow and ragged and then edge some more. Every moment you edge is another moment of joy for me to bask in. Do not ruin this for me. I want to live every second as you cling with your fingernails on the very edge, as your strokes become erratic and short, balls bursting with cum and cock driving you to insanity.
And then edge some more.
Just a little longer. That is all I ask, and then you can cum for me, and then you can give me those delicious ropes of cum I so desire. Do not disappoint me. So edge, keep stroking yourself until it hurts and when I do finally allow you to cum, I want you to keep on stroking. My hands won’t stop when it begins to hurt. My hands won’t stop when you begin to convulse, when you begin to contort and need to stop. No, I will only stop once you’ve been milked completely dry, are we clear? That cock, that one that is just brimming with cum and ready to explode as you keep stroking it with every passing moment is going to keep dredging up cum until I am satisfied, and believe you me, I am not easily satisfied with pathetic loads. I want it all, every last drop within you.
Just a little longer.
Just a little longer and you can cum.
Just.
A.
Little.
Longer.
Now!
I want you to cum for me! And don’t you dare fucking stop, I want all that cum to shoot out of you in hot sticky ropes. All of it!. Keep fucking stroking, I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep stroking, I want it all. I don’t give a shit if it hurts, this is for me, and I want it all. So keep. Fucking. Stroking. I want you to writhe in my grip as I stroke away uncaring of your state, I want you to want me to stop as the oversensitivity starts to make you gasp in pain, I want you to begin to cry out in soft whimpers as you beg me.
So beg. Beg your Goddess to stop, beg her for all you’re worth as she milks you bone-dry. Cry out and implore me for my mercy, whisper my name and pledge yourself to me, offer yourself as a good boy that will listen to every one of my commands as you keep stroking and then. And only then, may you stop.
Prompt Status: Closed
Now do you understand why Orgasms are the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything?
Note: You can post down below in the comments and I encourage it, nothing like showing your devotion in public (I like exhibitionism ;D), but for the shy ones there is always the option of PMs
Posted May 14, 2016, 9:07 PM UTC · edited