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Hang Ups and Hand Jobs (Or “Master Made Me Cum on His Fingers”)

January 7th, 2010

I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m an insomniac.  As with everyone who suffers from some form of this sleeping disorder, it’s affected by my physical health, mental stability, stress level, eating habits… And sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.

My insomnia rarely affects my ability to fall asleep.  It just keeps me from being able to stay asleep.  And most of the time, once I’m up, I’m up.  So we’ll go to bed at 4AM, my eyes will snap open at 6AM, and I’ll have to find something to keep myself occupied till at least 9AM so Master can sleep.

I’ve taken to licking Master’s back or snuggling against Him while I read or play a game on His old PDA.  And the other day, I decided to spend my morning teasing the fuck out of Him.

I don’t know what did Him in.  I licked and kissed and suckled at His back and neck and chest and sides while I ran my hands over His arms and legs and belly.  I’m weird about touching cocks.  Before I met Master, I never gave hand jobs, or even just touched a penis, unless the man put my hand on him.  Even when I was hooking.

I really don’t know why.  I’ve got a bazillion ideas, though.

I didn’t know how.  I was afraid to ask how.  I was afraid I’d hurt it.  Sometimes I don’t feel it’s my place.  I’m constantly thinking, “If He wanted my hand there, He’d put it there.”  And it certainly doesn’t help that Master is still coming to terms with those kinds of bodily fluids so His hand doesn’t often wander between my legs either.

Though if I’m to be honest, I must admit that He’s overcoming His fluid issues a lot faster than I’m overcoming my penis-touching issues.  Which results in His hand being between my legs a lot more often than mine’s between His.

My single saving grace has been M’s blatant refusal to “just deal” with a shitty sex act.  His adamant insistence on having it done right.  In other words, He tells/shows me how He likes it.

The other day was no different.  I kept sliding my hand over the crease between Master’s thigh and abdomen.  I’d run my fingers through His pubic hair and slide them along His inner thighs.  But I kept my hand away from His cock and balls… till I realized I was doing it.  And then I grabbed ahold of His shaft like my life depended on it. 

He mostly got a hand job.  For a really long time.  While I licked and kissed and suckled His belly and sides and thighs.  I dragged it out as long as I possibly could, teasing and tormenting and massaging Him closer and closer to not being able to withstand even the slightest touch.

A time or two, I ran my tongue from base to head and back again.  I sucked and licked His glans and shaft.  And then, I went back to massaging.  Until Master told me He was going to cum and I realized I’d pushed too far to stop it this time.  Then I took Him in my throat while He came.  Over and over.  I’ve got one of those rare men who can have multiple orgasms, and I milk it for all it’s worth every time I blow Him.  See how many I can make Him have.  How long He’ll cum for me.

He usually has to pull me off His cock.

I was wet.  Soaking.  And when His fingers twined in my hair, and He pulled me away from His still hard member, I reached for His hand and put His fingers against my pussy lips to show Him how wet I was.

“Oh my god.”  He breathed, as He slipped the tips between my lips and found my wetness and engorged clit.  I was ready to cum and He’d barely touched me.  I’d done most of the touching.

I still get hung up on that whole “asking to cum” thing.  So when the brush of His fingers brought me to the very brink of orgasm in mere seconds, instead of asking, I gasped, “If you keep that up, I’m going to cum all over your fingers.”

“Do it, then!” Both surprise and lust were evident in His voice.  I’m normally exceedingly difficult to get off.

So I did.  Have I mentioned orgasms given by a lover are exponentially better than orgasms given by a piece of silicone (or plastic, or metal, or jelly)? I guess I have now.

An hour or so later, Master turned to me and said, “My skin’s still tingling all over.  You are not allowed to do that for anyone else.  Ever.  I won’t be able to get rid of them after.” ~beams~

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  1. January 8th, 2010 at 12:18 | #1

    Sounds like a fun night. 🙂 Can’t say I have an avoidance to cocks, but I just don’t play with them very often.
    .-= Kayla´s last blog ..HNT =-.

  2. raven
    January 8th, 2010 at 12:22 | #2

    you wrote this beautifully! I have a hard time doing hand jobs, it seems to take forever and i don’t seem to have the right rhythm…but this is a delightful write up that gives me lots of ideas:)

  3. January 8th, 2010 at 12:50 | #3

    @Kayla Eh… I’m weird. I was probably 23-4 before I was able to say the word “penis” without blushing. I still sometimes refer to it as “down there” when speaking aloud.

    @raven Glad I could be of help. 🙂 Just like with everything else, it takes practice. And don’t be afraid to ask your guy to show you how he likes it. That’s helped me a lot.

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