Our Sacred Ritual

My naked body swayed in earthy lust, begging to be filled with Him.  His beautiful beads danced and slithered across my curves, and my pale thighs straddled His dark, trim, solid frame even as His stiff shaft rose like tree trunk from His groin demanding service.  Somehow I resisted the urgency that had flooded my system.  I smiled and reached for the twinkling strand of feminine sexuality at my waist.  With a quick twist, it was free.  My fingers quickly gathered the length in my palm, and I licked my lips.  Yes, this felt so very right...

He'd surprised me when He pulled the string of pretty pale green beads out of His pocket for me, but what shocked me was how they called to my soul more than any piece of clothing, lingerie, or jewelry that has ever touched my skin.  When my African King had laid their smooth surface against me to dance against my warm curves, He said, "These are from my people. I wanted to give you something of my culture." 

I was humbled.  In His action and between His words was the truth of His love and pride in me.  He would never give even the smallest piece of His culture and heritage to anyone He didn't respect and care deeply for.  My proud West African love holds His culture sacred above all. That He chose to share a piece of His world with me spoke volumes.  

The beads immediately began to weave their sensual magic through me.  Every move I made caused them to tremble and slide across my skin, a persistent hypnotic echo of His warm touch when life's obligations kept us apart.  In the middle of even the most mundane task, His gift teased me with visions of Him...of us...a constant reminder of the pleasure He gave His sacred goddess and that I was His property.  No other man has ever graced me with a gift that blended so perfectly with my spirit.  Yet the strand felt somehow incomplete. Within hours after He'd put them around me I understood in my bones the ritual they required...

Planting one foot on the mattress near His hip I spread my thighs and opened my slick thick pussy lips wide.  He watched as I slowly fed His gift into my womb.  When the last inch finally disappeared, I sank slowly onto His hard, hungry dick with a sigh.

The smooth twisted rope danced and teased us both in the most intimate of acts.  I ground myself deep onto Him even as He thrust up into me. The beads skittered across His head and shaft while dragging against my slippery clenched walls.  Again and again I lifted and sank.  Again and again the beads massaged our sacred flesh, weaving their spell between us.

His hands found my full breasts and squeezed without mercy.  I arched my back and gave into the intersection of pleasure and pain before I started to rock.  I couldn't find words.  Only moans slipped from my lips.  His dick beat rhythmically against my g-spot and pushed at my internal organs.  With a hooded gaze I drank in the dark desire that had taken hold of His features.  Pleasing His with my body became my sole focus.  Harder I drove, thrusting forward while clenching my cunt around His rod.  Each thrust shifted the beads against us.  Harder.  Harder.

I gasped...overwhelmed by the sum of us.  I leaned back on my palms and arched my head.  His hands shifted to grip my waist.  Slowly my hips started to rotate in a circle....then a figure eight...around and around... forward...back... pleasure...fullness...depth... yes...yes... YESSSSS.  An age old dance between a woman and a man.  Every move an effort to coat each bead with our sexual essence.

Once I'd caught my breath again, I leaned forward.  My cunt juice left us slick, and I easily resumed riding His rigid dick.  I growled low at how deeply He was lodged in me, yet still I grounded harder onto Him.  It had been decades since I'd felt so penetrated.  His nails dragged down my back, making my clit pulse.  I thrust harder...another thrust...another...setting a harsh almost violent pace.  I began to pant.

Him...this...us...I came! He gripped my thighs as I gushed against Him and clenched the beads around Him.

Within moments I was off Him, removing the condom with one hand and tugging the tangled beads from my pussy with the other hand.  My sensitive folds twitched at their erotic touch, but His dick had my entire attention.  I had been looking forward to this part of the ritual even more than the first.

My ruby red nails held the long thread above His groin, and with great care I lowered the strand winding it loosely around His beautiful Black dick.  Row upon row of glistening pale green beads encircled Him.

I shifted onto my side next to Him, my head at His hips.  My long legs stretched toward His head.  With one hand I cupped the loose rows of beads before gripping Him.  I wanted as much friction as possible against His sensitive meat.  I leaned forward and opened my lips.  In seconds, hot saliva dripped across His bulging head.  With a flick of my tongue, I scooped out a small pool that slid down His shaft.

With a whimper of pure hunger, my mouth fell on Him.

There was no slow warm up.  I had no patience for a sexy tease or a torturous edging.  This was primal.  A sacred ritual born of earthly lust between souls that shared a kindred darkness.  My lips drove to his base, pushing His head against the back of my tight throat.  With my tongue I hooked several strands and pulled them higher against His flesh.  My hot slippery spit drenched Him.  I needed every inch of His meat soaked.

I swallowed and my throat fisted His head.

Again I swallowed.

His moan told me everything.

Desperate for air, I lifted completely.  My fist clenched the wet beads around Him, and I stroked...hard...grinding their texture and my essence along His dark sensitive skin.  I looked up to see His head thrown back in pure ecstasy.  Without changing my gaze or the rhythm of my fist beating his dick, my lips latched onto His head.  My tongue lashed Him wildly.  His arm wrapped around my calf, and His fingers dug into my thigh.  I groaned.  His fierce pleasure became mine.

Greedy, I shifted closer pushing my breasts against His pubic hair, so the rough texture hardened my nipples.  I lifted my mouth and slurped at His drenched head before I drove my mouth down onto Him again.  When my throat protested, I took a deep breath, relaxed, and took the last inches of Him until my nose smashed against His groin.  With my tongue I forced the beads to dance, tug, and slither along His length.  The feel of them against my tongue combined with His dark flavor made me drunk with desire.  I twisted my head from side to side, trying to hit every angle.

Finally I started to choke and broke the seal of my lips.  My fingers wrapped tightly around Him and our drenched beads to pump.  I wasn't gentle.  The pace...brutal.  Another glance at His face...His head was lifted from the pillow.  Agonizing pleasure etched across His masculine features.

"You fucking love this, don't you?" I whispered.

"Fuck you," He replied brokenly.

My pace only quickened against His shaft before I wrapped my lips around His head to suck viciously.  My tongue licked His head even as I tightened both the suction and my strokes, slamming the top of my fist against my own lips rapidly.

We were senseless.  We were lost in our own world of driving dark sin.  We were helpless to be anything but what we were...hungry beasts in a violent primal heat.

I felt Him shift, bracing Himself on His elbows for the imminent orgasm I was about to rip from Him.

Releasing His shaft from my lips, I lengthened my strokes but kept the same frantic pace.  The delicate sweet sound of the beads rubbing against one another a stark contrast to our savagery.

"Cum," I whispered darkly.  "Cum for me, Daddy."

His dick was slick, drenched with my hot spit.  I paused in my rapid strokes to fist and milk His sensitized head.

He gasped and met my gaze open mouthed.  The raw, uncontrolled passion raging within Him was transparent.

"Yes, baby. Yes..." I urged ceaselessly rubbing the bulging knob in my palm.  "Give it to me.  Cum for your whore."

He lunged forward to rest on His hands, and I took that cue to latch once again onto His head and shift my strokes back to his steel shaft.  Tremors racked His body.

"I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." He panted before His orgasm overtook Him completely.

Greedily I waited.  In a heartbeat, His salty nut erupted in my mouth.  I loosened my lips and let the hot pulsing cum spill from my lips, down His shaft, and across my heavy pale breasts.  My fist continued its strokes to both milk Him and soak our beads in His primal seed.  The flood seemed endless.

My tongue licked at His hole even as my strokes slowed.  Slowly I worked my mouth back around His head to suck and nuzzle like a babe.  He lunged forward to hug my head.  Every few seconds His entire body spasmed, caught in that space of pleasure and pain.

"You're trying to kill me."

I nuzzled again.  Another spasm and groan.

I stretched my lips further pulling more of Him back into my warm mouth.  Another spasm.  His grip on my head tightened.

"Fuck...You're sucking my soul."

A lick. Another spasm.

He tore me from His dick and cradled my head tightly against His chest.  "You're going to fucking kill me."

I smiled naughtily and kissed His chest with my cum-stained lips.  "No one ever died of too much pleasure."

His only reply was a deep cleansing breath.  When He was finally reassured I would behave, He released me.

We both looked down at the heady erotic vision of His softening dark dick entangled in our cum stained beads.  I knelt next to him, and with gentle hands I unwound the strand.  Emotions I couldn't name flooded through me, yet the feeling of rightness settled deep in my soul.  I carefully laid the beads around my waist and presented Him with the clasp.

His sure hands quickly secured His gift to me back in their place.

Our foreheads touched.  A soft kiss between us.  Our sacred ritual complete.
~DominaKat

P.S. I can't wait for more beads. ~sigh~