Over the next weeks and months after our first "Kinky Saturday" we tried hard to think of thrilling themes that could be a challenge to each other. As shown in out last entry, we enjoyed our time alone even when the one in charge didn't call out a motto. None-the-less, the moment of revelation by itself was almost as exciting as the preparations and the working out that followed.

We vividly remember one special event as if it only happened yesterday (well, actually it did, we played this game not only once but as often as hu-manly possible). Again it had been my turn to think of a motto for a "Kinky Saturday". Since I was curious what made my lover cum & cum again, I fantasized of making him my cum machine for as long and often as I was able to tease him hard enough.

It took me a couple of days and long hours of pondering the right strategies until at last I prepared the scenario and myself. As I was sure that I had to cover all his fetishes with increasing intensity, including myself as the provider, I knew I was just doing to stress my own limits as much as I planned to stress his. This made it even more thrilling till I couldn't wait for Saturday to arrive. I think my victim sensed that I was up to something extraordinary, and since he loves me to take the initiative he started to fidget around until finally we had the house for ourselves.

Sitting on his lap I wispered to him I wished to have his cum in and on my body for the next 24 hours. At first he didn't get the whole consequences of my hidden message, but he told me he was game since he knows how much I like to play with his cock and his cum. Our first round seemed rather innocent, while I rubbed his cock through his jeans and he played with my tits, we kissed, let our tongues invade each other's mouths and swapped our spit until finally we had to take a breather. What followed after may have seemed rather ordinary for him, however he still didn't seem to know what I was up to. I simply freed his hard tool and plucked it where it fits best, and after only a couple of minutes of hot grinding on his lap and kissing wetly, I felt him finish his first of many rounds.

I had completely blocked out that I haven't climaxed myself, although I was very close. Laying entangled and looking into each other's eyes with love, we shared our souls and bodies until I told him I wanted more of the same and if he liked to have a taste of the house's best pie. Since I knew about his creampie fetish since long, I was sure he not only was willing to lick me to a couple of orgasms by cleaning my cunt thoroughly, but I also was sure he would be ready within minutes. And I was proved right all along the line.

My only concern was to play my cards right and not to overstrain his limits by leading my trumps in a wrong order. When I thought about my strategy during the days before our "Kinky Saturday" started, I realised how easy men seem to be when women are on their prowl. It's a complete different task to make them interested to stay and cum again - and again. Even knowing of my lover's preferences extremely well, I still was to find out how to prioritize them to reach my goals. Obviously a woman's capabilities of seduction seems to wane after a man no longer is an easy prey.

I was about to prove me wrong and finished pondering the alternative approaches (mouthfuck vs. assfuck) and simply enclosed his rising member with my lips and let my tongue do its work while he still slurped at my dripping snatch and carried me over the peak time and again. As if my motto was to make him make me cum as often as possible... It didn't take him long to be on the road again, so-to-speak. And matter-of-factly, it didn't take me long to have my first taste of cum, hopefully the first of as many. Mmmmh, in this very moment I was willing to cancel my plans and follow my inclinations of having his cock in mouth for at least a couple of hours.

After resting for some time and having a light meal, I reminded him of my intention to receive more of the same. Now he finally fully understood my plans and asked me if I was serious, and if so, how he ever would be able to fulfill my dream - and his duty. Now it was time to tell him not to worry, and this wasn't meant as kind of a competition or record hunting game. Instead I pictured the possibilities to have lots of his fantasies make real, to have all his wishes fulfilled without hesitation, and to be as open-minded, demanding, kinky and perverse as ever. Now it was him who mmmmh'ed and started to ponder how to make the most of our "Kinky Saturday".

As if I only had to throw a switch, we went on with our night of debauchery and depravity. We started with watching DVDs with couples clad in tight gleaming black rubber teasing and fucking (we deeply recommend the "Absurdum" label if you like this kind of porn), while we frigged each other to a satisfying climax. Without even taking a rest we took the next step and drenched each other in our piss. The feeling and taste must have thrilled both of us beyond belief, since we once again licked each other to a mind blowing climax, although it required my best blowjob techniques to make him blow his load for the forth time within roughly 6 hours.

Again we played it easy on each other for some time, before I tried my next tackle: assfucking. Since I love his cock deep in my ass as often as possible, being assfucked didn't mean a sacrifice for me. Instead of formulating my plan with words, I simply projected a porn movie onto the screen, where a couple of dolls performed various kinds of DP's and TP's scenes. At the same time I positioned my lover's cock at the entrance of my well greased butt and wispered in his ear how I loved to be one of those artificial girls with faked breasts and bottomless assholes, how I loved to have not only one, but two cocks invade my arse and make me wimper and ask for more. Wow, it worked allright, I received my next creampie within short - and we had some more cream to swap with.

Until Sunday afternoon, the agreed finish line of our "Kinky Saturday", I made my lover cum for 5 more times, each time more demanding for our fantasies and for our bodies likewise. His 10th orgasm really seemed to stretch his limits, since he groaned and moaned as if only suffering without being pleasured. But he never ask me to stop my oral attacks for one second until he finally convulsed and provided me with a couple of drops. How in the world should he have asked me to stop? Being shackled to a pillory, gagged with a pink rubber ball, assfucked with a giant dildo didn't place him in any position to ask for mercy, does it?

Now I assure you, I didn't force him like this all the time. Quite the contrary, we enjoyed our sheer endless hours of alternating depraved sex and relaxation, not only by mouthing ecstatic moans, but also by exchanging happy glances and loving strokes. We used lots of our stashed toys and watched about 20 different movies, which covered almost any fetish we love and share, from people covered with cum and piss, to girls ceaselessly fucked during rough gangbangs, to couples playing with shit. At the very end of my lover's cum marathon, we watched a beautiful girl play with a bunch of ponies and coercing them to finally cum in her mouth. Until today I'm not sure what exactly made my man loose it: his helpless position, my mouth - or this beauty on the screen, her face completely covered with horse cum.

As said before, we repeat this kind of game once in awhile because we always feel completely satisfied after 24 hours of cum play - and my Marathon Man didn't die of exhaustion like the eponym from the classic Greek saga (although he asks for a couple of days without sex after those "Kinky Saturday's").