Labors of Claudia
A man proves his love in more than one way. A sensual erotic story.
“How do I turn you on?” Claudia asked me.
“With your beauty,” I answered. “With your silky black hair that frames your heart-shaped face and the sight of your perfect buttocks that were molded like a Venus. You arouse me with the sight of your hazel eyes alight with mischief. You enflame me with your breasts that nourish my vision with endless sinful thoughts. Even the way you move is intoxicating, as proud as a cat and as sleek as a falling raindrop.”
“Then I shall blind you tonight,” Claudia said to me. She wrapped a black blindfold tightly around my head. “We shall see if your body still desires me when my glamors are darkened.”
Blinded I was in sight, but still, I could feel her attraction in the way she writhed on top of me. I could taste the sweetness of her sex and the salty bite of her nipples. The words that she whispered, the dirty, raw, violent words of our lovemaking, urged me to greater levels of passion. My nose was filled with the pure smell that was hers when I buried my face in her hair. Before long, my body erupted forth my tribute to her sexuality.
While my cock shrank inside her, she whispered “How did I turn you that time?”
“With your smell,” I said as I nuzzled in her hair. “Your hair smells like cleanliness, reminding me of the purity of sensuality you possess. The smell of your sweat reminded me of the vigor that you employ when our hips crash together and our backs arches from wanton desire. When I kiss that secret place of yours, my nose is engulfed in the smell of your sex, plucking tightly on the strings of my heart.
“Then I shall plug your nose,” Claudia said in the darkness. I felt the push of her swimming plugs, and suddenly, I was left without her siren aroma. “We shall see if your body still desires me when my pheromones are dammed.”
Helpless I was in scent, but still, I lusted for her in the way that she bit at my thighs. My cock became rigid again as she stroked and coaxed me with her passionate hands. She teased, promised, and threatened vivid things as the bedsprings to our motions. I bit down on her offered nipples as I rode between her legs; my buttocks clenching as I spilled my second tribute into her body.
My cock twitched and Claudia squeezed with her thighs when she asked, “How did I cause to climax that time?”
“With your sounds,” I said as she moaned. “Your moans when I thrust, your groans when I kiss, and your screams when you cum all drive me to perform again. I love the naughty, filthy things you say to me when you want my cock hard and you want your pussy eaten. When you call upon all the things you love as you climax, you summon all the ardor I need.”
“Then I shall stop your ears,” Claudia said on my neck. I felt the push of the earplugs and my world was silenced. I felt her mouth kissing my exhausted cock and I knew she wanted to see if she could please me still.
She crawled all over my body, slithering between my thighs lubricated by our sweat. I tasted her sex again as her thighs cuddled my face. The press of curly pubic hair tickled my nose and her clitoris danced on my eager tongue. I felt her hair between my legs as her lips engulfed my cock, sucking, sucking, sucking me until my cock not only grew again but also delivering a shuddering fountain of my love.
The earplug was removed and Claudia asked, “How did your hunger for me return again?”
“With the taste of you,” I answered, my tongue heavy from her secretions. “I can’t smell you, but I can still taste the cornucopia of your love. From the juice of your sex to the mint of your kiss, my desire is never quenched when I have you on my lips.”
“Then I shall gag you,” Claudia said after a strong kiss. I felt the cold press of a towel press into my mouth. The earplug was placed back in, and I bit down on the towel as her fingernails scraped down my chest. I seized her and we melted together. Standing, sitting, thrusting, and bouncing, our bodies mated in all ways possible. It didn’t matter if it was the press of a wall against our backs or the hardness of the carpet on our knees; our bodies joined and became one. With her hands squeezing my buttocks and her hair on my cheek, I exploded painfully one more time between strong thighs.
The earplug was removed again with my gag and Claudia demanded, “How did you still manage?”
“With the touch of your unique body,” I answered, my skin tingling where we touched. How can I not desire you when you’re very skin calls for my worship?”
“Then you shall lie here, without my touch, and we shall see if your desire finally breaks.” Claudia then bound me to our bed, my hands and ankles to the four corners. While my limp, flaccid, fatigued cock lay still, Claudia
returned the earplug, plunging me into oblivion without her.
No touch, no sound, no taste, no sight and no smell of her was I given. I was worn and tired, yet still my cock slowly returned to life. Minute by minute, the extension of my desire grew and moved. Over time, my girth expanded and my cock lifted inch by inch. When my cock was at full length, pointing towards the ceiling with the hope of being sheathed, the earplug was removed again as the gag was torn free.
“What could possibly be left,” Claudia asked.
“It wouldn’t matter if you grew old and ugly,” I said. “It wouldn’t matter if your voice grew silent or you changed your perfume. It doesn’t even
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