Milo’s Complaint · Part 2

Milo’s Complaint · Part 2 (2/2)
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s, as if she were holding on to keep from falling off. Milo made no complaint. Instead he reached up and locked her nipples in a similar grip.

The mix of pain and pleasure brought her to orgasm again, this one much bigger than the last. She lurched against him nearly out of control. Her smooth controlled movements became spasmodic and abrupt. She continued moving long after her shrieks ended, then slumped like a tired cowboy in the saddle. She released his nipples and he let hers go, giving them a gentle rub by way of apologizing for his roughness. His simple gesture caused the heat in Ariana to begin rising again.

He was as hard as ever, if anything he was more so. He looked up at her with a small smile that suggested both satisfaction and curiosity. He ran his hands along her flanks, up her sides to her breasts and back again. He had smart hands: there wasn't an ounce of roughness in them. They were hands that knew a woman's body intuitively. Experience would only make them better, Ariana knew, and the thought made her want to be the one to give him the experience.

"Are you ready to come?" she asked.

"Whenever. Do you want me to come?"

"Yes. Get on top and come in me. But don't use your little mind-control trick. Come the proper way. Make me come if you can."

"Yes, ma'am," he said obediently. He rolled her over without pulling out. He arranged her body beneath him and she could feel the strength in his hands and arms. She noticed for the first time that his chest was sculpted like a gymnast and tanned like a lifeguard.

Her vagina had become more accustomed to his cock, but she was beginning to feel that her lubrication was failing. Fortunately, she was certain he would not last much longer and then she could go to the bathroom and use some vitamin E oil to reduce the friction.

He put almost no weight on her at all, taking his full weight on his arms. He rested for a moment, looking down into her flushed face, noting the dreamy look of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Do you want it hard or slow?"

"Hard. As hard as you can. I want to feel you come in me." Ariana thought that approach would guarantee he would come quickly and give her a chance to go to the bathroom.

"Hard it is, then," he said cheerfully. But he started off gently instead. She started with her knees drawn almost up to her chest to encourage his coming, but his motion affected her more than her position incited him. Soon she lowered her legs until they were flat on the bed. Milo's instincts were good. He began a rotary motion interspersed with a few gentle thrusts, then a combination of the two. Soon he found a pattern that Ariana found irresistible. He heard her gasp and felt her move her pelvis into more direct contact with his and he settled into that motion. He was fascinated by her rising gasps and sighs.

"Gee," he thought. "This is fun and I get paid for it, too!"

Milo sensed that there was a very narrow range of motion that worked for her. Too much and she moved to protect her clit, less and she grew bored. Once he knew what to look for, he started to show her a very good time.

She came with a throaty scream and scratched his back until she drew blood. When she collapsed he kept up his movements. She came back to herself slowly.

"Come in me! Come in me!" she demanded. It wasn't so much her need for lubrication – her body seemed to have found previously unknown reserves. No, it was a clean, sudden need to feel him jerk and spurt inside her. She wanted this man to do the man thing in her.

"No," he said flatly.

Ariana was speechless and just a little irked. She was mad at herself as much as at him. She had placed herself in a submissive position under him, waiting on his pleasure, when she had always kept the whip hand in bedroom games.

While Ariana tried to make up her mind what to do, Milo found a new motion that caught her interest. Her rational mind was suddenly unplugged by the little mind that lived under the hood between her legs.

The more he fucked her, the quicker and more violently she came. After a while her orgasms came like ocean waves, cresting every few seconds, never completely receding.

"Oh, please come. Please." She was begging but she didn't care. She was having trouble catching her breath and she felt like her skin was on fire. "Please?"

"All right." He pulled her knees over his shoulders. He settled himself like a driver in a racing car. "Here it comes," he said.

She wrapped her legs tight around his neck and held his head with both hands. His motion was powerful but not brutal. Her entire body moved to the force of his stroke. She felt she was holding on for dear life, afraid to let him go. Then her warmth began to rise against her will and she started the cycle of orgasms again. They weren't explosive or violent. They were gentle ripples that washed over her all the time.

There was a point where her body began to rebel. Her cunt was sore and dry, her clitoris was overstimulated, her arms and legs were tired. Just then, as if by magic, Milo came in her. She felt it very clearly. The sperm splashed deep inside her and she could feel it covering his dick stroke by stroke. It lubricated him and made the last moments not only bearable, but pleasant.

He did not pull out of her, she pulled him out of her. She felt a little regret to part, however briefly, with her new friend and its owner. She went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and brought the bottle of oil back to the bedside table.

Milo lay on his back smiling at her, his dick standing vertically like a NASA launch vehicle. It showed no sign of use other than the liquid residue of sex coating its surface. Ariana stopped briefly and savored the sight. He was too good to be true.

"God," she thought, "I've got to humble this arrogant boy." That was Ariana: she needed to dominate. She wanted this proud boy to find his limits and for him to know that it was she who brought him to admit them. Then she would have the exquisite pleasure of sending him away the knowledge that he was inadequate to her need.

The problem was that by now most men would be drowsing off, trying to recoup their energy. Milo just looked at her fixedly with a smile that she found slightly challenging. Her work, it seemed, was cut out for her.

She lay on her back next to Milo. She reached over and grasped his cock with a proprietary air.

"Tired?" she asked.

"No. Are you?"

"I'll let you know when I am," she said.

"Do you want to go again?"

"Whenever you're ready," she said, suppressing a sigh. Then she had an idea.

"Here," she said, "stand up."

She positioned him facing the same mirror he'd spattered earlier in the evening. She grasped his tool and said, "Come when I say so." If she couldn't drain him one way, she'd drain him another.

"OK, now!"

In a couple of seconds his dick started to twitch and then to spurt spasmodically. Immediately she began to move his cock purposefully.

Milo saw that she was writing something on the mirror with his come. It was her name – 'ARI'.

Milo laughed delightedly. "Your handwriting is awful!"

"I was using my left hand," she said defensively. "I'll show you." She moved around to his other side and used her right hand.

"OK, ready."

In a second he started twitching and spurting. Ariana's handwriting was much improved, although the 'ANA' did not quite start where her 'ARI' left off.

"See?" she asked.

"Very nice. It's what they used to call copperplate. An elegant hand."

"Yes it is, considering that my writing implement is a little too large for my hand," she smiled, "and runs out of ink quickly."

"Sorry, ma'am. You'll just have to dip it in the inkwell more often." He surprised himself at his own boldness, but she didn't seem to mind.

Actually, Ariana felt that Milo was challenging her and she committed herself doubly to wearing him out.

"Let's write the rest of my name. OK?" She looked to see if he betrayed any sign of anxiety. There wasn't any.

"OK," he said. "Ready? Don't forget to dip the nip occasionally!"

She finished writing her name, 'ARIANA MARIE SANS-REGRETTE.' Her handwriting was very good by the time she finished, but the 'ink' was running down the mirror, blurring the text.

"Say, don't you ever run dry?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. He looked down at his cock in bewilderment. His most intimate part was also a deep mystery. Tonight it was revealing some of its secrets. It had been a very good night so far.

"Tired?" she asked.

"I want to do you again, ma'am. It felt real good." His boyish grin was disarming.

Unfortunately, Ariana thought she wanted to give her cunt a little more rest.

"You've never been sucked off, have you? No, of course not. Well, I think you're going to like this." She had an educated mouth, strong lips and a cunning tongue. If she couldn't fuck him into incapacity, she'd blow him there.

She dropped to her knees and looked the monster straight in its unblinking eye. "It's you or me," she thought, "and I never lose."

Milo was electrified by the sight of this beautiful woman kneeling in front of him, servicing him. It was a powerful stimulant. Even though she could only take a few inches of him into her mouth, she was adept as giving him pleasure. Sometimes she licked him, sometimes she sucked him like a popsicle, and sometime she made her mouth a taught 'O' and simulated her cunt.

He caught her by surprise by coming in her mouth forcefully after only a minute. Instinctively he held her head so she couldn't release him. She nearly drowned on his come and thought some come came out her nose when she coughed. When he came to his senses he let her go.

"Sorry, ma'am. I don't know what came over me."

"Came over you? Came in my mouth, you mean."

"I'd sure like another one of those if you don't mind," he said shyly.

"Not now. I forgot my water-wings. Maybe later." She was a little sour. Not only was he as ready as ever, she had sucked him off in the most submissive of postures. It was unlike her.

"Time for you to learn to be selfless," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know it's more blessed to give than to receive? Like I just gave pleasure to you, now you're going to give it to me. Understand?"

"Just tell me what to do."

Ariana had never given a man instruction on how to give head before. She had seldom found a man who knew how to do it half-way well, either. She wanted to come and was reluctant to go for a ride on his rocket. The solution was to teach him to give her pleasure the way she needed it.

"First, a little geography lesson…"

Slowly, patiently, step-by-step she taught him the ins and outs of cunnilingus. She taught him the wide, slow approach, the near miss, the 'accidental' encounter, the tentative general focus, and finally the culminating laser-like focus. She taught him to avoid fatigue by putting his face close and alternating the lips and tongue. She taught him to gently suck her clit – which was large and an 'outie' – when it was ready.

Milo loved it. He was a willing and gifted student. There came a time when Ariana lost interest in teaching. Even more, she lost the ability to think straight. Milo learned his lesson well and quickly began to embroider inventively on the themes he had been taught. He felt a certain comfort having his head lodged between her thighs, his mouth and nose brushing her cunt, her aromatic, earthy smell filling his nostrils, her salty taste filling his mouth.

By and by, Ariana began a long climb from ecstasy to ecstasy, orgasm following closely on mounting orgasm.

Ariana lost control, something she had seldom done since reaching adulthood. She gripped his head with both hands and locked her ankles in the small of his back. Milo wasn't going to go anywhere until she was finished. She was in no hurry to finish.

Milo understood pacing. He matched his timing to her subtle signals, switched between his tongue or lips to avoid tiring himself. He discovered for himself that inserting his finger a few inches into her cunny with a niggling motion seemed to redouble her pleasure.

If he could have seen her face, he would have known that Ariana was lost in orgasm, something that had seldom happened to her with women and never with a man. Milo as a person disappeared; only a tongue and lips remained. The fire in her belly that had brought her to LA was being quenched by a deluge of sex.

Milo stayed on his knees serving Ariana until the night sky turned pale. Finally, Ariana let him go and collapsed. Milo poured Vitamin-E oil the length of his cock and spread it evenly. She raised no objection when Milo put his hands under her buttocks and lifted her off the bed, embedding his penis in her until they were pubic hair merged. She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.

Milo took Ariana by the waist and, standing in the middle of the bedroom, he slid her up and down his dick like some sexual appliance. He was slow and rhythmic, careful not to overtax her already heavily used clit. By and by he felt her lubrication come down again and he increased his stroke.

"The sun is coming up," he said.

"Umm," she replied vaguely.

Effortlessly he carried her over to the window overlooking LA and the ocean, never losing his stroke.

"Look," he said. She didn't respond, so he said again, "Look." She turned her head and narrowly opened her eyes to the dawn and the hills and the sea. The moment seized her and him at the same time. They both came loudly as Milo slammed into her like a pile driver. When he came, Ariana thought she would faint. When she came, she did.

She recovered consciousness just as he pulled out and set her carefully on the bed. She was limp. She felt like her bones had been removed.

Milo saw her state and gently repositioned her on the bed. When he returned from the bathroom she was asleep. He lay down next to her. In her sleep she reached over and took his cock in her hand and gripped it.

He must have catnapped for a little while. When he awoke it was because his cock was uncomfortable from her constricting hand. He tried to gently remove it but she only increased her grip. She only freed him when she swam upward to full wakefulness.

"To make sure you don't get away while I'm asleep," she said with a dreamy smile. She was instantly shocked at this silly statement. What had come over her, the hard-boiled man-eater? Milo. Milo had come all over her!

Milo reflected on how long he had complained about his penis and how his feelings had turned 180 degrees overnight.

"Feel like doing a little writing?" she asked.

"'Writing' or 'riding'?"

"Yes," she said and slipped her mouth over his dick.

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