Oh fuck.’ Then she felt him come finally, the jerking of his cock deep inside as he seeded her. She loved that feeling. She clasped her arms around ...is back and pulled him down. He lay there cheek against her cheek, panting so hard she feared his lungs would burst. Panting out eventually. ‘God. That was sweet revenge.’ She could not speak for minutes afterwards. He kept muttering words. ‘Lovely.’ ‘Wonderful.’ And now, when she could at last speak and think, she answered, trying to control her. “I think it’s eleven,” she whispered. “It might be twelve or thirteen. All but three were one time fucks, just men I ran into and wanted. I’d start a conversation with them and if they turned me on, I’d just come right out and ask them if they wanted to fuck me. Only three or four wouldn’t do it. The rest jumped at the chance.” Stephanie sniffled and wiped her eyes. “It’s so damned exciting, doing that! Telling a strange man I want to fuck him! They always look like they just won the lottery! I. We compliment each other perfectly in most things, and certainly in our sex play. Yeah, I used the word "play". Our relationship is based on a consensual power exchange. We won't be engage in anything that involves somebody being forced. I submit because I really like it. I do have a safe word but have never used it. In truth our play doesn't usually get real rough. The turn-on is in the exchange of power. It's a form of foreplay that is very intoxicating. So far I have never been ordered to do. No one had ever kissed her tits before and it felt wonderful, especially when the hands lifted her up, pressing her sensitive flesh against his nipping lips as he pulled her blouse off her shoulders.She felt the snap of her tight jeans being undone and she sighed at the sudden freedom as the pressure on her stomach was relieved. Her sigh grew as his hand caressed her belly. As she felt her jeans being pulled down over her hips she vaguely thought she ought to protest, but she couldn't.