In the midmorning, my attention was drawn to the sectional sofa in the living room of the villa. The back of the sofa was fairly low, entirely flat, about ten inches wide, and had no arm on one end. A bit of inspiration struck me, and I wasted no time acting on it. I took off my shorts and underwear, and fully unbuttoned my shirt. I sprawled back on the sofa, legs spread wide and called out to S, “C’mere.” She came to me with a big smile on her face, and with no direction whatsoever dropped to her knees and started suckling my limp cock.

Note: S has become extraordinarily good at deep throating me, and regularly exceeds my expectations for how long she can hold her breath while doing it. Despite that, there’s something I passionately adore when she starts while my cock is completely flaccid. There is an overwhelming feeling, her tongue washing over my entire shaft at once, that just drives me out of my mind. The only sadness is that it is entirely self-limiting, since it feels so good that my cock never stays limp very long.

In very little time, S had motivated my cock to full attention and I was ready to thank her for it. I helped her stand, she tugged down her underwear, and I guided her to lie on her belly, straddling the flat back of the sofa, one leg on the floor and the other leg on the seat of the sofa. This positioned her ass at the end of the sofa, where there was no arm to get in the way. I stepped behind her, applied a generous swipe of saliva and pushed my cock into her eager cunt. She moaned loudly and enthusiastically. (She later said, “Well yeah, it had been forever since you had fucked me; practically fifteen hours!”) The height was just about ideal, leaving me free to fuck her with considerable freedom and vigor, and she was able to relax fully on the back of the sofa, meaning her hips and arms were in no danger of tiring. I shoved my cock into her with some force and speed, perhaps more than I’ve ever been able to achieve in a “doggy” position, and S made sure I knew she appreciated it. The only small drawback was that the sofa started sliding across the tile floor, a small scootch with each thrust of my hips. I continued unabated, plowing my hips into her from behind, slowly moving the sofa across the room. We were under a bit of time pressure, anticipating the arrival of the villa rental agent at any moment, and we were in an especially prime location for being caught without warning. I have a fairly strong exhibitionistic streak, but I’m reluctant to inflict that on someone who might not be enthusiastic about watching. So after S had gotten a fair taste of this position and the possibilities it entailed, I took her hand, helped her up, and led her to the bedroom. She laid back on the bed and raised her legs high into the air, and I mounted her and fucked hard and fast. I was still trying to finish this before being interrupted, so there was no teasing, no slow build up, no mixing it up. I drove into her with all due enthusiasm, pushing her to at least one more loud panting orgasm before I drove my own pulsing load into her. For a change, I was the one who hopped up to the bathroom, prepared a steaming hot cloth and brought it to her for a brief bit of cleaning before we dressed again.

There’s a bit of sex furniture that looks rather like a padded, leather sawhorse. Given how well the sofa back worked, I will have to start work on building one when I get home.

Late at night, we spent an hour or more perusing some explicit photos and videos I’ve taken, commenting on what we noticed, aspects we particularly liked, things it reminded us of. Somewhere in the midst of the browsing, I coated the fingers of one hand with olive oil and started idly stroking and playing with S’s clit and labia. When we watched a couple of the longer videos I’d recorded and edited together, I hooked my fingers inside her cunt and rhythmically tugged at her. When we reached the end and the photos were put away, she asked plaintively, “Now will you fuck me?” It might sound rude and even cruel if I tell you that I insisted she suck my cock first. I can only ask that you trust me when I tell you she gets off on it; she rushed to the task with great enthusiasm, sucking me with considerable vigor and abandon. When she paused a few minutes later, not only was my cock proudly rigid, but her cunt was quite wet with her own arousal. After a particularly lengthy spell of taking my cock deep enough into her through to block her breathing, she pulled back, panted in thirsty gulps of air, and begged again, “Please will you fuck me?”

Only a cad would have said no. We changed positions and I mounted her from above, nestling my cock inside her in one smooth glide. After an hour of looking at so much very personal pornography, my libido was also in full flourish and I did not hesitate to give her the rough aggressive fucking she most craves. We’re staying in a new villa now, high in the hills, far more remote, without a neighbor immediately next door, and S made full use of the opportunity to shout her pleasure without restraint. Of course, her cries of pleasure only spurred me to greater efforts, and I reached my own heaving, moaning orgasm in a few brief minutes. Though I had made certain S had reached several of her own robust orgasms, after I fell to the bed panting and reveling in my own afterglow, S asked very quietly, “Are you too tired to put your thumb inside me?” My goodness, she really was worked up. She laid on her side, facing away from me and I slid my thumb into her from behind. The thumb is one of my favorite tools for playing with a girl’s cunt; it is pleasantly thick compared to fingers, rather stronger, and curves just right for rubbing against a g-spot. I took a dozen or so strokes with my thumb straight, just getting everything wet and priming the pump, so to speak. Then I segued to an up-and-down sliding motion, not stroking so much as bumping my thumb against her g-spot, tapping it repeatedly as she began to moan in earnest. Her cries suggested she was right on the precipice of orgasm, I started shamelessly grinding my thumb inside her, and again her screams echoed through the room. I deployed every trick I knew to keep her riding that wave of pleasure, giving her no time to recover, roughly piling one orgasm on top of another. The only sadness is that I suspect her ability to take pleasure it near boundless, outstripping my energy to give it. Eventually I had to call mercy, slowing and easing my attacks, until I finally let me thumb pull free from her, with a slight squelching sucking noise. She gave a final groan and said, “Oh, thank you, sir.” and soon went to the bathroom for the traditional wash cloth.

One of the unbridled joys of this relationship is the total freedom I have been granted to fuck S whenever I like, without a moment’s notice, whenever the whim might strike me. So when I woke again in the last couple of dark hours before dawn and found I had a lovely nocturnal erection, the only question in my mind was whether I cared to expend the energy required to use it. I did. I was on top of her before she was fully awake, nudging my cock head between her lips to gauge her level of ambient lubrication. She felt a little dry, and as she rolled her hips up at me, I asked, “Would you like lube, or should I roughly force my way in?” She put her hands on my hips and pulled, leaving no doubt but her preference to be used hard and rough. So I pushed and battered my way inside. Once upon a time, I would have felt a little guilty about so obviously pursuing my own pleasure. It took me a while to understand that S really got off on being my sexual toy, and longer still to really trust that knowledge. On top of which, we’ve reached a place now where she climaxes with me so easily. I am not certain I could reach my own orgasm without her getting off at least a couple of times, even if I intentionally tried. Which is all a very defensive explanation for how selfishly I fucked her, with no thought but chasing my own pleasure, my own release, using her body for my own almost-masturbatory pleasure. In only a few minutes I grunted and heaved that last thrust of my hips as I delivered a full load of semen inside her, before falling back to the bed panting. She quietly said “Thank you”, and snuggled close to me as she slid back into sleep. Did you get that? She thanked me. For fucks sake, has any man ever been so fortunate?