“Oh…oh fuck, you’re stretching me…oh, that feels so good, don’t stop.”
“If you can take me like this, I’ll fuck your pussy with my cock and the replica next.” He’s trying to kill me; that’s the only thing I can think of. But to die in such complete and utter sexual bliss, what a way to go.
He didn’t pound my pussy this time but started up a nice slow deep fuck that reached far inside me, his thick cockhead rubbing that place that makes stars explode in my head. “Bite me, please bite me hard.”
He’d lowered his head to take my nipple in his mouth and, at my command, gave me what I wanted. His teeth sunk into my flesh at the same time he kept fucking into my sweet spot, and I lost it. I screamed words I never even knew were part of my vocabulary.
Words of command of what I wanted him to do to me, what I wanted to do to him. “Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy; hurt me….” I wanted everything he had to give and more. “Not yet!”
Oh shit, did that mean? I can’t; I can’t, I can’t. I never imagined when my parents forced me into his office all those weeks ago that we’d find ourselves here. That they’d be leading me to the perfect man for me. Someone who had the same depraved needs as me.
I threw my pussy up at him harder, wanting to get to the part he’d just promised in not so many words. I’ve come to accept that I need a little pain, a bit of discomfort with my sex to get me off, and he was doing it just right without me even having to ask. It’s like he’s reading my mind.
I looked down at his big long dick between my thighs in amazement that I could take it all. It was beautiful, hard, red with the flow of blood, and covered from tip to base in my pussy cream. ‘I wanna suck your cock clean. Pull out and let me suck your cock.”
He pulled out none too gently, which made the beads press into the soft inner skin of my pussy, and I had a mini orgasm before he climbed over my chest and fed me his schlong. He wasn’t careful this time around, didn’t give me time to get used to him in my mouth, but forced his cock in deep until it hit the back of my throat.
I gagged and swallowed as fast as I could as he leaked precum into my mouth, and my hand went down between my thighs and grabbed the beads to fuck myself with them. I felt his cock thicken in preparation to cum and grabbed his balls in my palm to help him along.
“Argggghhhhh…” His roar of pleasure set of sparks in my pussy, and I dropped the beads to grab the base of his shaft with that hand while still caressing his balls with the other. “ I’m cumming, shit…fuck…” I looked up as he flung his head back and came down my throat, not stopping even though I almost choked. He cums a lot.
I’d barely caught my breath before he was slamming that nice beautiful cock back into my pussy, and the great thing is that I couldn’t even tell that he’d just cum in my mouth. The doc has excellent staying power.
DAMIEN
It’s been two days, and I’m still counting my blessings. I still wake up in the middle of the night to stare down at her beside me, not quite believing that my luck has changed. She’s more than a textbook nymphomaniac; her penchant for pain, among other things, is just one of the things I love about her. But there are so many more things I can’t wait to explore. “Ready?”
I tugged her from the bed by her arm. “Where are we going?” Her body was listless, light when I lifted her in my arms and left the bedroom headed for the playroom that I had yet to introduce her to.
My heart raced uncontrollably the closer we got to that door as I wondered how she’d react. I should’ve known. I’d tapped into her mind after all during our many sessions and knew that she had a lot of the wild child in her. Where sex was concerned, she had no barriers, except for her thirst for monogamy.
She only wanted one man to fulfill her needs and had despaired of ever finding him. I’m going to prove to her in the next few days that she need look no further. In the past two days, I have no left her side.
I’d planned ahead and had closed the office for the last two days leading into the weekend, which starts tomorrow. I figured I’d need that much time to get her broken in.
I put her down on her feet once we cleared the door, and she reacted like a kid in a candy store. She was all but vibrating as she moved around the room, touching the different implements I keep here. The St. Andrew’s Cross seemed to hold the most fascination for her, though, and she ran her fingers along the wood and leather contraption with fascination.
“We won’t be using that today. Come here to me.” I walked over to the California king-sized bed covered in the red and black specialty made sheets with chains hanging from the four corners. “Most of the stuff in here is not for play. The St. Andrew’s cross, which you seem so fascinated with, is not a toy, and though some use it for sexual play, it serves a different purpose here.”
“What purpose is that?” She was still looking around the room in fascination. “It’s where I will punish you for any serious infractions, like the strappado over there on the opposite wall. Sometimes I might strap you into that and spread your legs at the ankles with the attached bar for hours. It’s painful, but not the kind of pain you can sustain for long periods of time.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked interested, she still didn’t get it, and I hope she never does. If things go as planned, I’ll never have to use any of the things I’d hidden away here on her, and we can use them just for play somewhere down the line, but knowing her as I do, I’m not holding out much hope for that either.
“This bed is the only place you’ll feel pleasure here; hop on.” It’s a little bit of the sadist in me that likes to surround this pleasure piece with implements of torture, but I know she’d like it because she’s just as sexually volatile as I am.
Once she was settled comfortably on the bed, I snapped her wrists into the cuffs that hung from chains with enough give for her to move them, then went to put her feet in the other two at the foot of the bed.
“Spread!” She opened her legs wide, her eyes locked on my cock that was now back to full hard. I climbed onto the bed between her thighs and stroked my length before her cock-hungry eyes. She was all but salivating now, her pussy hungry for the cream I’d spilled in her mouth.
I dipped my cockhead inside her as she looked down between us and teased her with slow deep strokes, pulling out after each stroke until she whined and begged for more cock. “Please, Damien…”
“Please, what? Tell me!”
“Fuck me with your big gorgeous cock.” She was all but cross-eyed now with need. I slammed into her pussy hard and held still until the scream died on her lips. Her body was arched off the bed as the pain between her legs settled and eased. She whimpered in her throat as her pussy pulsated around my cock.
“Look at me, Chelsea.” I waited for her lust, clouded eyes to reach mine. “Take what I give you when I give you. Do you understand?” She nodded her head, but I could see that she was about to hit fever pitch.
I gave her what she wanted, fucking into her harder, and she brought her hand down between her thighs to touch her clit. I picked up the pace, and she graduated to spanking the shit out of her pussy, too far gone to care.