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What is a duet story? The story is told twice – once from the perspective of the male sub written by Reluctant Man, and once from the perspective of the Domme written by Logan Love.

Chapter 21 (Lily)

A long, growl-filled whimper escaped Russell as I lowered myself onto his face and trapped him between my muscular thighs. I lost track of time briefly, enjoying smothering him a little and all he could do was just take it. He started to lick me again, somewhat furiously, and I came back to reality.

I slid myself against him, moaning a little when I did, unable to help it. While he wasn’t hitting exactly where I’d wanted, not yet anyway, it still felt wonderful and the scene itself was highly erotic.

“Okay my moon,” I said gently, reaching down to wrap my hands around the back of his smooth head, my fingers caressing it. Russell whimpered again at the touch, the sound muffled by my pussy. My body rocked down a little, and suddenly I felt his lips and tongue exactly where I’d wanted them.

“...Fuck.” I gasped, gripping his head tighter. His tongue flicked out again and I felt it lick in a gentle motion where I’d wanted him to. “Yes. Yes, Russell. Right. Fucking. There. Just like you’re doing now. That’s my clit…” I was nearly gasping for words because he’d been attending to just the right spot, and while he was slightly unfamiliar with the anatomy, and understandably so given the fact he hadn’t gone down on a woman like this before, he was very astute at my sounds of pleasure. It seemed as though the second I made any indication, be it verbal or with my body, he knew when it was good and continued, exactly as he’d done.

“Oh my God, perfect,” I moaned into the room, bucking against his face. “Just keep using that sexy tongue just like that, Russell… Good boy… Use your tongue and let me ride your fucking face…”

“Fuck,” Russell let out a long, moaned explicative into my folds, never stopping the movements of his mouth. All the while, I grinded against him with reckless abandon, taking exactly what I want without a care in the world. My body was starting to pulse. I was so horny, so close to an orgasm that I knew was going to wreck me and drench the beautiful man's face below me.

“Okay,” I gasped to him, still grinding into him roughly, enjoying the sloppy sounds of my pussy and his mouth in tandem. “I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum any second…” I tried to get the words out, as difficult as it was becoming, so he knew what to do. My hands gripped even tighter against his skull, nails digging into him so much that Russell whimpered a little in response, but he continued exactly what he was doing. “When you hear me and feel me start to orgasm, Russell…” I sucked in deep breaths of air, moaning between sentences, unable to help it.

“When you hear me start to cum…” I shoved down into him again, thighs clamping against his face, holding onto his headboard for dear life. It wasn’t clear if I was going to make it through these last few sentences at this point. “I want you to start sucking on my clit. Suck on it and keep doing that same…” his tongue flicked across me again and I moaned again. “That…do that…don’t stop doing that…Even if I start to tremble above you, even if I sound like I’m losing my fucking mind. Even if you can’t fucking breathe… You keep going like your life depends on it.” I let out a small laugh that turned quickly into another moan, amused at my comments. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you died being smothered by a sopping wet—fuck…”

My body spasmed, hands clamping down on Russell’s head. And I started to ride that beast of a man like he was a world class show bull at a rodeo. The orgasm crashed into me like the Lituya Bay tsunami, and I had to return my hands back to the headboard briefly so as not to fall over with the intensity.

“Fuck yes, Russell,” I moaned, my head rolling backward, crushing his face into me without a care in the world. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming on your sexy as fuck face. Shit, shit, shit.” Immediately, I felt his lips wrap around my clit, sucking it hard, tongue working exactly like he’d been instructed. My entire body spasmed wildly, the feeling of it so intense, so utterly magnificent, that I hardly knew what to do with myself while it was happening.

One hand remained on Russell’s headboard, the other wrapped behind his head, shoving him further into me. Still, he continued to work, like it hadn’t fazed him any in the least, perhaps it had made him work even more furiously. “Yes. Like that. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, such a good little slutty sex toy for me,” I panted to him through all the moans and whimpers I’d been making. “Such a good fucking boy.”

Russell moaned into my pussy, continuing to lap at my clit with abandon, like it was his only job in the world, and as far as either of us were concerned in those moments, it was. I continued to orgasm, losing track of how many it had been, all continuous, one after the other, blending together in one massive, insane ride of pleasure. I knew I was wrecking the poor man's face below me, knew he was likely starting to struggle to breathe by how his pants into my flesh were starting to get ragged.

Out of nowhere, I felt him suck at me again, with an intensity like I wasn’t used to, like he was trying to pull every orgasm from my damn clit he possibly could. I moaned violently, letting yet another orgasm crash out of my body, feeling myself start to tremble more than I could handle on top of him. He licked at me after, until I’d started to calm, recognizing how the orgasms had been coming like he knew exactly what to look for.

When I was satisfied, after the last intense wave had hit me, I sat back, pulling myself away from him to sit back on his chest. He was still trapped between my thighs, and he let out almost a whiny groan of frustration when I took his prize away from him, which only made me smile. The hand that had been resting on the headboard went down, so both of them could stroke the top of his head.

Lying between my thick, muscular thighs, was the absolutely cutest fucking sight I had ever seen in my entire life. Russell, whose face had gotten red from lack of oxygen, and shiny from the wetness of my pussy, was taking in long deep breaths of air. He could barely get his eyes open, and while he wasn’t exactly smiling, I had never seen a more serene, content look on a man's face. Not ever. And I’d been with a lot of submissives at this point, and knew how many of them adored when I did this.

Apparently none of them had adored it quite like Russell… or maybe none of them had adored me quite like Russell. Maybe both. I wasn’t quite sure. Even still, all I could do for several minutes was relax into his body, sitting perfectly still where I was, watching him just sort of melt into his bed, in the highest state of blissfulness that there possibly could be.

I swear, looking at him like that had made me want to do something stupid, and I barely knew the man. Like proposing to him after knowing him for three days kind of stupid. That look on his cute as fuck face… I wanted to make Russell look like that every single day for the rest of my life. It hadn’t occurred to me that I could do that to someone else, that someone could take as much joy out of an act like this as he seemed to take. He hadn’t even spoken a word yet, still in a haze, and I wasn’t about to interrupt him from it.

Instead, I just sat there and watched him, living vicariously through him in that blissful happiness that was warming me from head to toe. It was even better than my actual orgasm had been, which was saying something because that had been fucking insane beyond belief.

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Chapter 21 (Russell)

I hadn’t really known what was going on when Lily had me stop licking her, tied my hands behind my back, pushed me down onto the bed, and straddled me. With how rough she had been with the rope and pushing me, I could feel her need and knew it was in my best interest to comply as much as possible.

As she straddled my stomach, in retrospect I should have figured out what was coming, but I had so little experience both with a woman that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it, and with giving oral sex in general, that I was laughably clueless at this moment. It rapidly became apparent as she moved herself up my body and straddled my face. My eyes went wide as she lowered herself down.

I had done this to women before, straddled them and fed them my cock, and those types of women loved it when I did, looking up at me and feeling overwhelmingly overpowered, and now it was my turn to feel as they did as her delectable pussy met my lips. The hands tied behind my back and trapped by my own body weight ensured a strong feeling of helplessness, and as I felt her sexy thighs on either side of my head, that only added to that feeling. I was going to lick her and nothing else and no other concern existed or mattered.

I growled at the realization, the helplessness, the taste right into her pussy as my tongue probed its depths once again. It was almost like I had never had sex before with how new and different this was for me. I also realized that I had a little trouble getting enough air as her thighs seemed to clamp onto my face and that turned me on to no end. There was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t move. All that existed was her pussy and my tongue. I licked her with a passion I had never known existed within me before.

Her hips rocked a little against me, taking her pleasure, and I now knew what she had meant with that phrasing. She moaned above me, the sweetest sounds I had ever heard, and I got even more lost in just trying to please her. It was an almost overwhelming need. My hard cock throbbed behind her, ignored and seemingly forgotten and I didn’t really care.

“Okay my moon,” she said gently above me as her hands wrapped around the back of my head. I felt her absolute control over me with that gesture and I gazed up at her amazing body looming over mine, doing exactly as she wanted with me. I let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper and it was muffled against her pussy. She shifted so that my tongue could no longer push inside her and now seemed to be above her pussy.

“...Fuck.” she gasped, gripping my head tighter. I was a little confused by where my tongue was now, but it didn’t really matter as she clearly enjoyed it. With my tongue, I felt a piece of flesh that seemed to have a little more firmness to it and experimentally ran my tongue over it more. “Yes. Yes, Russell. Right. Fucking. There. Just like you’re doing now. That’s my clit…” she gasped.

That was the clit?? I had always assumed it was inside and that’s why women loved being filled with my cock. I won’t even mention what my other thoughts had been about the folded flesh here, when I had even bothered to give it a passing thought. But the bottom line was the way she spoke and the obvious pleasure she was emoting, I needed to follow her cues, both verbal and physical, and lick her exactly as she desired. And so I continued to listen to her body and her noises, moving my lips and tongue as I could, and trying to please her the best that I could.

“Oh my God, perfect,” she moaned as her hips practically grinded her clit against my lips. “Just keep using that sexy tongue just like that, Russell… Good boy… Use your tongue and let me ride your fucking face…”

“Fuck,” I growled deeply into her folds, nearly overcome with the situation. I had never had any experience that even approached this and felt like I could do this for hours. It was so wonderful with how helpless I was and how she used me unabashedly. Her hips kept grinding, picking up her pace, and all that mattered to either of us in that moment was her pleasure. Nothing else mattered.

“Okay,” she gasped then, still grinding into me roughly, using me, taking what she wanted. “I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum any second…” I let out a soft sound at that and realized I wanted her orgasm more than anything else in the world. She was having trouble speaking as her hands tightened around my head, her nails digging into my scalp painfully. It only spurred me on and motivated me more. “When you hear me and feel me start to orgasm, Russell…”she started, breathing so heavily and interspersed with moans that I wasn’t sure she was even going to be able to complete her thought. My tongue didn’t stop.

“When you hear me start to cum…” she continued and I suddenly felt more of her weight on my face, trapping me there, her thighs gripping me tightly and nearly cutting off all breathing. “I want you to start sucking on my clit. Suck on it and keep doing that same…” I flicked my tongue hard over her clit. “That…do that…don’t stop doing that…Even if I start to tremble above you, even if I sound like I’m losing my fucking mind. Even if you can’t fucking breathe… You keep going like your life depends on it.”

Considering the difficulties I was already having with breathing, it felt like my life did depend on it. Her subsequent laugh and moan added to that feeling. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you died being smothered by a sopping wet—fuck…” Fuck, she was certainly correct with that. Her pleasure was all that mattered and if I was going to suffocate with it, there was no better way to go.

I felt her body start to tremble then as her hands clamped down on my head and her hips rode my face hard. After a moment, her hands let go of my head to grab the heavy wooden headboard as her body went from trembling to shaking.

“Fuck yes, Russell,” she moaned loudly and the last of my ability to get any air completely left me as she bore down on my tongue. Her muscular thighs had a vice grip on my face and despite this not being the kind of sex I had ever known before and might by some be considered to be less than manly, I felt such a wave of happiness wash over me that was more intense than anything I had ever felt before.

This is what I was meant to be doing. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming on your sexy as fuck face. Shit, shit, shit.” That was the sign and I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it hard into my mouth, my tongue working across it exactly as she had instructed. She seemed to lose control of her entire body.

One of her hands came down to wrap around the back of my head once again, making sure that I was as far into her pussy as I could possibly get. Her power and control over me was tangible and as I felt my lungs start to burn with need for air, my cock throbbing and leaking with arousal stronger than I had ever felt, my tongue and lips doubled their efforts to please this incredible woman.

“Yes. Like that. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, such a good little slutty sex toy for me,” she panted between moans. “Such a good fucking boy.”

That made me use some of the last of my air to moan around her clit. Her approval of me was SO gratifying and I continued to suck and lick at her clit with abandon. It was all that mattered, all that existed. It was my world. Her body continued to shake above me like she was experiencing more than one orgasm, or perhaps one really long one. I didn’t really know. All that mattered was that she was having an incredible orgasm by the sounds of it.

I was able to take a small gasp of air and I was so happy in this moment that I sucked her clit into my mouth harder than ever, needing her pleasure more than I needed to breathe. I wanted her orgasms to last forever and I was determined to wring every last one out of her that I could. She shook violently in the last throes of it before I felt her body start to relax some and not clamp onto me as tightly. I continued to lick, but more gently now, intuitively easing her down from that incredible orgasm.

She sat back a little then, giving me room to breathe again, though her thighs were still somewhat clamped around my head. Her body weight was on my chest and it was one of the best feelings in the world. I couldn’t get enough of her and I wanted more. I groaned with the desire to continue, especially with her pussy only a few inches away. Her other hand came down to join the first on my head and stroked it.

I’d made plenty of women cum plenty of times before, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever heard and even now, as I was feeling her weight settle on my chest, making me keenly feel my helplessness, I realized it was the best sexual experience of my life. Never had I ever felt this….fulfilled. Like this is what I was always meant to do and just never knew it. Her orgasms were SO gratifying for me, that I had forgotten about my throbbing and leaking cock entirely.

I was trying to recover my breathing but as I opened my eyes to look up into hers above me, I felt such a sense of peace, of calm, of happiness come over me. I looked at Lily in worship. Absolute unwavering worship. For the first time in my life, I was just blissfully happy.I didn’t understand all of the reasons why and I didn’t need to. They whys didn’t matter. I adored this woman and would gladly submit to her and bring her all the pleasure that she would let me give to her just to feel this peace and happiness as much as possible. I didn’t even care if I never came again so long as I could worship her and bring her orgasms like that. I was completely relaxed, bound and trapped between her thighs and getting more relaxed by the moment.

I wasn’t sure what the future held with Lily, but I knew that I wanted it. I knew that if I could do what we just did every single day for the rest of my life, it would be a life well worth living. In Lily, I had finally found happiness and I wanted to devote myself to hers.

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