Erotica On A Man In Control Of A Woman's Vibrator, Part Two

Here's part one of this series if you want to read it first. :)

I never left the vibe in one place. I kept it moving like a finger would against her clit. This combines two stimulation types. Friction with vibration. Things were great, but her clit needed more precision than what my positioning could pull off. Olivia corrected me verbally once more and I said, gleefully, "New position! I want to be able to see your clit and use my right hand."

I sat in indian style between her curvy-strong thighs and calves, re-oiled the end of the vibe, and proceeded to fuck her big clitoris with the water dancer. I came up under the clitoral hood, over her clans and just on top of her hood before going back down to start another thrust. Olivia likes hot talk:

"Do you like your big clit vibe-fucked, gorgeous-whore?"

"Uh huh... uhhhhgg"

"A beautiful and together woman like you reduced to a murmuring puddle of female come and thighs spread as far as they can go when you're in my bedroom."

"NnnuuhhhgggGOD!"

I spoke clearly and enunciated each syllable of my words, holding an intention for each one to emotionally impact her-- penetrate her.

"I wanna feel your whore's clit swell to a hard rock and flex non-fucking-stop when you come!"

I heard the sound of Olivia's pussy give a sound from within. A wet gurgle. A single little sound. The sound I've heard and loved so many times before with women. The sound of very-aroused cunt open for business. And that cunt lost it two seconds later just after she said,

"Baby?..."

"Baby?! ..." (it sounded like someone calling out to me in pitch darkness)

"I'm gonna come... ah*... I'm..."

I'll say this, it's much easier to feel a woman's clit through the vibrator I'm fucking it with when it's at it's biggest and hardest-- during a big healthy orgasm. I kept talking.

"Come all over my man's hands. Soak them and the tool I'm fucking you with."

Olivia struggled to control her bucking hips. A woman doers that to keep them as still as possible so she wont lose the stimulation she needs to keep her orgasm strength at it's highest and longest duration. Her body can't help it. It wants to escape strong sensation, whether positive or negative, and return to equilibrium. But the Olivia inside her body knows what's best. I kept laser-precise attention on keeping her stimulation going just like it was when she crested the peak and over into her big come. Same area on her clit, same technique, while her body jerked and quaked.

Olivia's orgasm died down and I brought the vibe off after a good strong aftershock jolted her. I placed my cupped hand against her vuvla and held her, cradled her pussy.

I said to her, in the warm-erotic: "Yesss... that's my girl. My luscious woman."

Then I put my head on her curvy-flat stomach, on my side, my shoulder between her inner thighs up against her warm pussy. Olivia stroked my head. We enjoyed the silence together. Then...

"Time to get us up for work!"

She agreed and we kissed, her palms fondling and feeling my masculine curves and mine and her feminine.

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