A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (5: Photo-shoot of the beyond)

                                                                                                              "blinded" by TheaMaiman 
A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (5: Photo-shoot of the beyond)

She moved over to him, knelt at his feet, and came with him, both still fully clothed. This was something beyond Yoru's experience, but there was no doubt about it: Lorenzo had climaxed copiously, and Yoru was a mess. With barely a pause she slipped effortlessly into a fantasy of her own, "talking" him along with her:

She forced-stripped him, admiring his erection so soon returned, but told him she needed only his face for the moment. She emoted herself with spread knees above his head, pinning him by his short, auburn hair with one hand, holding him straight up as she pressed her naked vagina onto his mouth. Rotating her hips, she felt an upward rush of emotion-laden, comfort-giving, enveloping pleasure, his hungry tongue giving her a perfect blend of physical heat and emotional depth, the supreme snuggle of pure sexual pleasure between mutually adoring adults. She forced him, cooing and breathing rapidly, to give her tongue-cum. He groaned as she shrieked in satisfaction and tightened her thighs, and although his groans led to no ejaculation, he climaxed repeatedly nevertheless, mini-climaxes much like those of a woman, ascending in arches of searing, cock-originated ecstasy that left him begging. Happy realization, multiple climaxes, a step on the path to enlightenment for a man. 

His hands were tied behind him so that he could not escape the continuing flow of her liquids down his throat, and she smeared his nose and cheeks and forehead and chin with it, transporting his mind. But did it go too far? She began hitting the cum button on his virtual cock, and as she came at home, squirting on her towel, so she mashed the button of his manhood, so erect and willing. It pulsed vividly, his entire lower body throbbing realistically, electronically, and with just the right positioning of the poses she had him in her mouth, drinking him in an unending flow she herself controlled. And she easily put his mouth in just the right pose as well, spraying her feminine essence, delicious human love secretions, into his inhaling soul. 

The unnaturally recurring, virtual throb of semen combined with her natural squirt at home propelled them to a higher arousal, the lightning pulses of pleasure pushed them closer to ecstasy, flashing optical nerves, searing genitals, and they came together again.

"It is as though I were blindfolded as before," she whispered in his direction afterwards, "for the clothing deprives my eyes of the deeply satisfying, brilliant display I desire. Your refusal to be nude with me casts my mind into unlit wanderings whose depraved nature is made more potently attractive by sheer animal attraction. It is a power that draws bodies together. Concealing the luscious skin adorning the body of your avatar, behold, you are blindfolded by the same conventions, of your own choice."

And so the sexual "hands-off" of the photo-shoot was much like being bound, the constraints of distance were handcuffs, grown familiar through the months of remote arousal. They were enabling her to leap into an exciting fantasy that would take her to her final, intense climax of the afternoon. He had prepared her vagina for many lovers, and she needed them now to enter her mind in a glut of masculinity.

"Ten cocks make the icing on my cake," she confided, smiling sheepishly. "You will watch me masturbate? I take them all, I revel in their potent curving erectness, I suck each in delight and admiration of the beauty of the male organ of love, thrusting up from the core of man. My cake is a series of climaxes, erotic, blissful events, but the icing is like flying." 

And so he watched, stunned at this capricious creature's capacity for love.