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Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Not only does it encourage an author to continue writing; it helps him/her to improve their product. I would like to thank those who have offered feedback previously.

If you have not read the previous portions of the “Easy Street” and “From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so. For the readers who have been asking…I apologize for the lengthy divide between story segments…been busy. Thanks for all of the positive comments; I’ll try to keep ’em “cumming”.

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I was going to be able to cum! I get to have an orgasm! I stood before my beautiful wife Donna in our living room, surrounded by twenty houseguests, and my heart raced. I had a knot in my stomach as I wondered what would happen next. I stood completely exposed. The closest thing to clothing on my body were the leather cuff restraints fastened to my wrists and ankles, the matching collar around my neck, and the ever present chastity tube fastened securely to my manhood.

For those of you that may not have been with my story from the outset, the CB-3000 had been my constant companion for a month. I have not had an orgasm in that month, and have been continuously teased, tormented and denied. I have suffered pain, humiliation, and chastity beyond what most could even imagine. And what is more—I have enjoyed every minute of it. I know—I’m a sick bastard. Maybe I am. A month ago my wife took my ultimate fantasies and turned them into hers too. I’ve experienced many things that I have fantasized about, and many that I hadn’t. Things that apparently were Donna’s fantasies. Yet I find that not matter what she’d done to me, I enjoyed it all. I’ve given more orgasms to her and others, female and male, than I can count, I’ve been spanked, milked, and fucked, but I’ve not cum in a month.

My poor tortured cock by this point was a deep purple, and it pressed desperately against the inside of its cage, bulging through the vent holes where it could. My balls were full and swollen. It was incredibly sensitive.

Donna stood and took my hand, leading me to the corner of the room where Terry’s “project” sat, still covered by cloth. My best friend Terry had built it in my workshop at Donna’s behest almost a month ago. I knew that it was some type of chair, but that is all I knew. Donna stood me facing the chair, then turned back towards the room, “Terry, Suzie, can ya’ll help me for a moment?” Once they were both standing nearby, Donna slowly drew the cloth away from the chair, exposing it to our guests and me for the first time. My heart raced as many of the possibilities of its use occurred to me.

The chair was well built, and appeared to be made of a very solid wood, maybe oak. There was no padding, but it was contoured to conform to a person’s body. Below the seat were strong legs, and extending from the back of the seat was a backrest that was attached by hinges. Armrests were attached to the backrest, extending out to form a “U” shape with the backrest in the middle. Once my arms were secured to these armrests, they would be in about the same position they’d be in if I were placed in a full upper body cast. The backrest was narrow enough that it would be comfortable but not extend beyond the width of my torso.

Attached to the front of the seat were two supports for the person’s legs and feet which appeared to have some type of swivel hinges, so that they could be moved up or down or side to side. Several eyebolts were positioned in key locations on the chair. Terry was certainly a talented craftsman. What the hell was I in for?

I’ve saved the most disturbing aspect of the chair for last. Affixed to the center of the seat was a very lifelike phallus, only about six inches in length but very thick. It even had realistic looking testicles extending from its base, towards the front of the seat. Crap.

Donna released my hand and gestured for me to have a seat. I moved towards the chair hesitantly, looking into Donna’s eyes. She perceived the question there and smiled mischievously, “Yes, dear, you are going to cum tonight. But we have a couple more hours of fun with you first.” She winked at me and stuck her tongue out playfully.

Trying to control a nervous shaking, I went to sit in the chair. Donna had mercy on me and placed a generous helping of lubricant on the phallus. She positioned the fake cock at the entrance to my anus and I slowly began to rest upon it. I was about halfway onto it when Susan’s patience wore thin and she pressed firmly down on my shoulders, forcing my ass suddenly onto the seat and the dildo painfully into me, “Uuuunnnnggggghhhhhh.” My legs were spread slightly by the huge balls on the phallus. I felt a shudder course its way through my entire body and tried to regain my composure.

I placed my legs in the contoured leg supports, which were currently positioned in a lowered, resting manner. Terry lifted each one in turn and they clicked into a position directly in front of me. Susan took padlocks and secured the leather cuffs already on my ankles to the leg supports. My arms naturally rested on the armrests. Donna fastened my wrists to tuzla escort the eyebolts at the end of the armrests, then secured my collar to the backrest. They all three helped in taking broad nylon restrains that had Velcro built in to secure my thighs and upper arms, completely immobilizing me.

Surprisingly I was quite comfortable in my chair. It conformed to my body well. I tried to squirm around in the chair and quickly came to a realization about the primary purpose for the phallus. Its thickness coupled with me not being able to rise up off of it prevented me from even sliding around in the seat.

Perspiration beaded on my forehead as Terry spread my legs far apart at Donna’s signal. She moved between my legs and removed the key to my chastity tube from around her neck. Now I really started to perspire, and my heartbeat increased at the thought of freedom. She knelt down in front of me and unlocked the padlock securing me. Gently she wriggled my plastic prison back and forth, working it off of my tortured cock. She removed the locking pin from the top of the ring behind my balls and finally, after an entire month, I was free! I had almost forgotten how it felt as my cock swelled to its full tumescence, throbbing in its newfound life. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. I think I was completely absorbed in my penis at that moment. It was like I could feel every cell expanding. I went from being unable to have anything close to an erection to being as hard as a rock and gloried in it. Oh my God it felt so damned good! I looked down upon my happy erection, at the pulsing vein and the precum pooling at the slit in its head. I felt as if I would cum in a gush at the slightest touch. “Oh, God! Oh God please touch me! Please, oh fuck; please touch me so I can cum! Please?!”

Donna held her hands inches from my straining cock and spoke softly, “All in due time, sweetheart. The next two hours might just be the best part of the tease…you wouldn’t want to miss out on that would you? I know I wouldn’t!”

Donna then turned her attention from me to our guests, “O.K., here’s the plan everybody. For the next two, or three, or four hours, we all get to have as much sex as we want. All I ask is that you try and have as much fun here within Bryan’s view as possible so we can torment the hell out of him. Oh and there are just a couple of rules. You can use my dear hubby anyway you want, as long as you don’t touch that hair-trigger cock of his and don’t try to make him cum. But please, please feel free to try and drive him out of his mind if you can! Then when we are all good and sated, I’ll decide how he gets to have his orgasms.”

Terry handed something to Donna, saying, “Don’t forget this…I wouldn’t want my buddy to miss out, or get in trouble for ruining your fun…” Donna giggled as she thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

She then moved between my legs and fastened a snap on cock ring to the base of my hard, straining cock. “This should help keep you from popping your cork before I’m ready for you to, baby. And it should help keep you good and hard. Although it doesn’t appear you’ll have a problem there, huh, stud?”

Susan moved into Terry’s arms and they began to kiss. I noticed several other guests pairing off before Donna cut off my view by leaning down to kiss me passionately. She ran her tongue across my lips, circling them, then covered my mouth with hers, dancing her tongue with mine. As we kissed, she ran her fingertips lightly across my chest and abdomen. My cock strained even more, bouncing uncontrollably. Donna drew back and ran her fingers through my hair as she spoke, “I love you honey. I know you’ve suffered terribly for the last month, but I also know you love every minute of it. I’m gonna build it in the next couple of hours till you can’t stand it anymore, build it like a climax before I let you have your orgasm. I want it to be as intense as possible for you.” She traced my lips with an index finger, “Then after you get to cum, you’ll be free for the rest of the weekend to do whatever you want…. with whoever you want to do it with. Then Monday morning I’m going to lock you up again and we’ll start all over, baby.”

Donna then stood and took a couple of steps to where Terry and Susan were embraced. She joined their embrace and they all three sank to the floor almost directly at my feet. There they engaged in an impassioned threesome. Right in front of me the ladies pushed Terry to the floor on his back. Susan swung one leg over and straddled his erection while Donna straddled his face. Susan rocked back and forth on Terry’s cock, Donna ground her sweet sex onto Terry’s darting tongue, and the girls tweaked each other’s nipples and kissed while I strained against my restraints, whimpering in desperation. Damn.

I watched this trio for a few minutes while catching glimpses of the others in various degrees of undress and lovemaking in the background. Finally free to do so, my cock strained to the point that I thought it would burst, a sensation only intensified by the ring fastened at its base. Precum swelled pendik escort and dripped down the sides, across my full balls and onto the balls of the fake cock which impaled me. The heady aroma of sex filled the air. After spending so much time for the last month with my face buried between their respective legs, I felt as if I could almost pick out and identify the scent of each soaked, swollen pussy in the room. Their musk wafting across my nostrils drove me wild. Bound and helpless as I was, I wanted nothing more that to feel one of those moist, pliant vaginas upon my face. Well, I guess that isn’t entirely true. There is one place I’d rather feel one of them of course, and it pulsed as if begging me to provide what I could not.

I looked over to my left and saw Lamont leaning with his back against the wall, about ten feet from where I was secured. Damn I was envious of him. He stood there like a mountain, every inch of his body rippled with taunt muscles. Extending from his midsection was what was still the most humongous slab of cock meat I had ever seen. I watched as Cindy approached him like a lioness stalking prey. When Donna and I first met her we only knew that she was a young bookstore clerk whose interest was peaked by our purchase of books on female domination. We soon found out that she was a 19-year-old that not only possessed a fantastic, nubile body, but also an intriguingly inventive mind with a penchant for dominant torment of males. I had soon found out that the innocent face and buoyant ponytail was a devious cover for a precocious, almost evil temptress. She had giggled and enjoyed herself immensely as she used me and teased me with Donna’s consent.

But there was no pretense of dominance as she took on Lamont. He was obviously not one to be toyed with. She simply walked up to him and without a word held her arms up to him as a child would when they wanted to be picked up. Towering over her petite form, he took her by her sides and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck to support herself and lowered her puffy pink nether lips onto his erect cock. Since she was supporting her weight now, he used one hand to help guide the huge throbbing head of his ebony manhood to her sex as he held her perfect ass in the immense palm of his other hand. She pushed that tight young sex slowly onto him, her tiny little voice giving voice to the incredibly pleasurable strain she was feeling as he opened up her insides, “Mmmmmppppppphhhhhh….uh”, she wriggled her butt trying to accommodate him, “Ugh..oooooohhhhHHHH”, a little bit of success and,”yeess….uuuggghh..UUGGGGHHfuck!” As I watched her ass and thighs contract and tense, her hips wriggling back and forth trying to work him further into her body, she rested her head on his muscular chest. She opened her mouth in ecstasy and then bit into him, crying out as she tried to find somewhere for all of the over powering sensations to be released. Lamont smiled a knowing smile and cupped the back of her head in one of his hands, as if comforting her and telling her it was going to be O.K. He’d obviously experienced this reaction before.

Finally she’d reached her goal. I’d seen it before, but I was still amazed when a woman would manage to envelop that freakishly large cock completely into her sex. All I could see now were his huge balls pressed against the tender pink lips of her cunt. Cindy rested there momentarily, grinding herself around him occasionally as if meshing herself to him. I was surprised and completely shocked by what I saw next. I’d never seen anything like it. Also watching (as Jeff plowed her from behind) Mary exclaimed in her Texas drawl, “Oh my Gawd, A’m gonna have to try thaat ride..”

The sensuous imagination of Cindy’s mind and the incredible length and girth of Lamont’s manhood were graphically displayed as she began to move. She lifted her legs up and placed her feet flat against the wall on either side of his chest, her knees bent so that he was still buried completely within her. She grasped her tiny hands as far around his biceps as she could; indicating that he was to grasp the back of her upper arms with his hands. Their arms were now interlocked. Then she lay back so that she was perpendicular to his body. Next she pressed against the wall, slowly extending her legs until they were straight. Amazingly, with her legs fully extended, the head of his enormous cock was still buried in the entrance to her swollen pussy. She giggled in victory that her idea had worked. Slowly she sank back down onto him until she was completely impaled again. The look on Lamont’s face told me that while he’d had a girl ride him while standing before, he’d never experienced something like this. Cindy slowly increased the pace as she continued to do squats against the wall and Lamont with her athletic cheerleader’s body. She was obviously incredibly turned on by the idea that she could move so far without losing the fulfillment of his cock. Soon she was fucking herself silly with it, her legs extending and buckling repeatedly. Soon she was screaming out in one orgasm after another, maltepe escort but she never stopped using his cock to give her yet another. I could envision his huge cock head sliding repeatedly past her g-spot while the tremendous girth of his cock drew her clit in and across it every time she impaled herself. Her breathing was ragged, but she was in very good shape and never seemed to slow down,”Uh…uh…ugh…uugggghhh.” “Fuuuccccckkk…uh-huh,oh yes, yes, YEEEESSSSSS,” Another orgasm coursed through her writhing body, “YEEEESSSSSS…..oh fuck me….Oh DADDY!” Daddy? What the hell? Oh, well, I can’t be one to comment on quirks or perversions, can I? “DAADDYY fuck me…….”, and then an incredibly strong orgasm made her stop, if only for a moment, “AAAUGGHHHHHHHHHH.”

I thought the flesh of my cock was going to split from the intense pressure from within it. I strained against my restraints. Oh, God I needed someone to touch me!

As difficult as it was to do, I tried to divert my attention from this incredible sight and take in the other happenings in the room. Although honestly, I had to glance back at them occasionally to reassure myself that I was actually seeing what I was seeing.

Mary and Jeff were still in the middle of the floor, and Mary’s face was now resting on her arms while she was on all fours, Jeff still grinding his cock into her from behind. Her plush body was covered in sweat as she pushed back against him. After watching Lamont, I had to remind myself that Jeff’s manhood was of respectable size. That made me think of my own size and l looked down momentarily at my own purple, precum covered cock to remind myself that mine was of decent size also. After being neglected for so long, even the most confident man starts to question the desirability of his unit. In spite of the fact that I knew the basis for our adventure was partially self-inflicted torment, I couldn’t help but think it was easy for my love to do without my cock. I couldn’t wait to prove my prowess to her again.

As I scanned the room I saw yet another incredible sight. The couch in the living room is plush and well padded, and about eight feet in length. Stephanie and Fran were both straddling the back of it lengthwise, facing each other. Steph’s right and Fran’s left leg were resting on the seat of the couch while their opposite feet rested on the floor behind it. The girls were kissing each other and holding hands. Behind Stephanie I saw that Dave was fucking her slowly from behind at that end of the couch, while behind Fran I saw Roy’s black cock slamming her perfect white ass for all he was worth. They were all lost in their passion.

Elizabeth and Becky were on the love seat, their beautiful bodies entwined in a sixty-nine position, each delving lovingly into each other’s sex.

I looked around the room and it was verified. Everyone in the room was involved in giving and receiving glorious sex. The sounds of their passion filled my ears while the heady musk that spent itself from their bodies drove me nuts. My senses were completely filled with the exception of touch. And the lack of contact seemed to be all I could think about as all the others filled the room with a symphony of sighs, moans, whispered encouragement and orgasm after orgasm. My body was covered in perspiration, my cock leaked in desperation. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, and closed my eyes, trying to block the sounds from my ears. Occasionally I would open my eyes and look, unable not to. Then I would close them again, trying to retreat within myself.

I felt the backrest of my chair being drawn downwards and opened my eyes. I was now looking directly up at the ceiling, and whoever had pushed my head downwards let go of the chair. It was then that I realized that Terry had built a spring or hydraulic cylinder into the moving parts of the chair, so that once I was released I would simply spring back to a sitting position. No chance of being left in a position where I couldn’t see anything around me. Whoever had moved me realized this at the same time. They pushed my forehead to press the backrest down again and I was blessed with the sight of a completely nude Audra, her kind eyes regarding me. I couldn’t help but stare at her large natural breasts, tipped with dollar-sized aureoles and taunt, aroused nipples. She leaned over, dangling her incredible breasts that she knows I am enthralled with, just above my face. She grasped my hands in hers, interlacing our fingers. I heard her moan in pleasure and saw her breasts swell, her body moving slightly forward. It became obvious to me that someone that I couldn’t see had just pressed himself into her waiting sex from behind. She looked around behind her and spoke, “Gently David, we wouldn’t want to overwhelm our poor victim here..” She then lowered her pendulous, pliant mammaries to my mouth. Their velvety flesh against my lips and tongue as I kissed and sucked on them gratefully was like heaven to me. She pressed them against my face, saying, “That’s it baby, make love to me….mmmmmyeahbaby…” I was so thankful, not only because I enjoyed her breasts so much. This may sound strange to anyone that hasn’t experienced long term chastity or denial, but being able to concentrate on her, to feel her touch, meant that I could divert my attention from my own torturous needs. Even if only briefly. I listened to her moans of passion from the serious fucking she was enjoying while her tits enveloped my face, comforting me.

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Author’s note: This is my first submission. I have a good idea where I want this story to go. However since I’ve not been able to procure an editorial assistance, I thought I’d try out the first chapter to decide if I should even bother. Let me know what you think.

Xoxo -lizalicious

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I parked a short distance from the club. It wasn’t an odd location for a random bar in Portland. Although the street looked like it was just a bunch of houses at night, during the day it was one of the funny little neighborhoods that are scattered between the larger more lively streets.

My heels clicked softly across the pavement and I mused about the strange path I took to this point in my life. I had moved to Portland following my long-term boyfriend. When that relationship ended dismally, I dated unsuccessfully for a couple years until late one night I wandered across a “strange” website. Really the only way to describe it is Facebook for the sexually deviant… No, enlightened… interesting?

Well whatever the case was, I spent the next few months late at night trolling the discussion boards and images people posted. Then like someone upstairs was trying to hit me over the head, the “fifty shades” series came out. While I found the series lacking something that I couldn’t put my finger on, it had convinced me that I wasn’t a total weirdo. I mean hell; board housewives everywhere were buying up the series and even reading them on the damn bus and streetcars. Pst we all know you’re reading a kinky book in public!

Anyways, I started secretly attending munches, not actually becoming part of the group at large but sitting on the edge of their group pretending to read and drink a beer while actually listening to their conversations. I just didn’t have the nerve to potentially damage my career but I was curious and it’s amazing how little people pay attention to a girl with a book. I was struck by how much comradely there was and how much the members of the group tried to protect each other’s identities. I remember thinking to my self that it would come in handy if I ever decided to out my self in the kink community. And so now here I was all dressed up and walking into a bdsm club.

Clutching my trench coat a little tighter, I stared across the street at the entrance. It looked so normal, so unassuming, well except for the few more boldly dressed that apparently didn’t care who knew they were kinky. God I envy their freedom.

“Well feet the night’s not getting any younger, lets go.” I said to my self as I pulled the simple black eye mask out of a pocket and settled it on my face. I quickly crossed the street and stepped inside the club entrance.

The club entrance was softly lit, the floor was covered with what appeared to be an expensive Persian rug and there were two men in the small atrium. A tall slight built man in leather chaps and vest leered next to the coat check. It was like he was trying to see through my trench coat to what I was hiding underneath, and it unsettled me greatly. But I resisted the urge to pull the coat tighter around myself, I was here I wasn’t going to back down now.

A larger man with mocha skin sat on a stool close to the curtained door. His voice was quiet but the deep tenor seemed to fill the room. “So,” he smiled in a knowing way. “You know this isn’t a mascaraed party? Well not exactly” he said the second part more to himself than me.

I shot him a conspiratory smile “Oh I know. Why do you think I’m wearing a mask?”

He chuckled shaking his head slightly. “You’re over 21 right?”

“Awe you’re sweet; no one’s asked for my age in a couple years” my nerves were slowing melting away jesting with this football player of a man and I seemed to be wining him over.

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to just show me your id”

“Well that’d defeat the purpose of the mask” I give him a fake pout.

The coat check guy interrupted “You know if you keep treating her like that you’re gonna have to pay her instead of the other way around” his voice was high, for a man, and he defiantly had a condescending tone. I decided immediately I didn’t like him but he wasn’t someone to mess with.

“All right. All right. The name’s Frank. If you have questions about how the club works please come ask. But really there are 2 rules. You don’t interrupt a ‘demonstration’ and no more than 3 drinks. Drink tickets are purchasable only on entry; that’s how we enforce the latter.” His chocolate eyes then slowly ran the length of my body making me stiffen slightly. He smiled then uncrossing his beefy arms motioned to me, “$50 if you keep the coat on and depending on what you’re hiding under that it may be less”

Well if I was going to do this I’d better just do it, besides I was already wearing the slutty get up and it’d taken me about a month to sew it. I turned to the coat check guy untying the belt. If the coat guy hadn’t whistled as I slid my trench coat down maltepe escort off my shoulders I doubt I would have seen his slack jawed bug eyed expression. Well, that’s good… I thought to my self, resisting the urge to pull my jacket back up and run out of the room. I handed the jacket off then turned back to Frank.

Frank rubbed his bald head, shaking it slightly. Frank sighed to him self, “Girl I hop you know what you’re doing.” Then slightly louder, so the petit girl in a leather booster poked her head in to see what was going on. Frank turned to the girl “No fee for this one, and a two-drink max.” Turning back to me he shrugged, “You’ll need to keep your wits about you in that outfit.”

“Thanks, I think.” I responded as I passed through the curtain and paid for my tickets. I was starting to think of Frank like a big brother as I thought about the last look he gave me. I shook it off as I headed to the bar to collect my first Gin and tonic.

The club was dimly lit which I suspect was to obscure anything that was going on in one of the booths that lined the perimeter of the room. There were smaller spot lit tabletops closer to a well-lit, slightly raised, stage in the middle of the room. I could almost make out the couples and groups that surrounded the tables near the stage but nothing too distinguishing. I wove through some high top tables near the bar and decided to post up near one of the large pillars. The room was a little cooler then I thought it would be and I was becoming increasing aware of the light breeze the fluttery fabric of my short skirt was creating against my barley concealed ass as I crossed the room.

I leaned up against one of the large fillers. Although they didn’t appear to support anything I decided they were sturdy enough judging by a couple I saw on the other side of the bar… The girl was pushed up against the pillar and the man was holding both her hands above her head with one of his own. His face was nestled in her hair and she was breathing heavily. I guessed that they were making out, but then again I couldn’t see where his other hand was. With the realization, I could feel the muscles low in my stomach clench.

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I was sitting in the shadows of my normal booth when I spotted her. She was new and walked with a subtle grace easily avoiding disturbing the couples at the high top tables.

She was lightly leaning against one of the pillars, which I doubt she actually knew what they were used for, or she wouldn’t be standing there so casually. I let my eyes trail up her figure. God the girl had legs for days. Legs that were exaggerated by the black 4″ heels that had an interesting ankle strap.

“Subtle” I chuckled to myself noticing the buckle that amusingly gave a slight nod to a pad lock form. She had long muscular legs the kind you only get from having played some kind of intense sport in your younger years. My guess would be either basketball or volleyball; I’d have to remember to ask her about it later. Her legs ended at a skirt made of pieces of dark fabric that fluttered and swayed when she had walked and disappeared into the bottom of a corset that sit low on her hips. All and all I would have guessed the fabric swatches that made her skirt were only about 5 or 6 inches long and gave a wonderful view of her cheeks peaking out from the back.

She had a tinny waist that I assume was enhanced by the snug fit of corset. Her shoulders were bear and ample breasts were pushed up by her corset; which her nipples threaten to peak out of. Her skin appeared slightly sun kissed but gave the impression that she didn’t tan easily. She had dirty blond hair that hung in loose curls to the middle of her back. I found myself drawn to the beautiful creature.

She appeared to be hear alone and just observing the couples and atmosphere of the club. I got up and started towards her noticing she appeared a little lost with her wide-eyed stair. I was only about 2 tables away when Damien showed up.

“Damn” I cursed to my self. Is she really here with him? I almost turned to stalk back to my booth but instead decided to sit at one of the high tops and eves drop on their conversation. If she was here with him I needed to know why.

***

I had been watching the exchange between the couple against the other pillar get hotter when a voice that slithered down my spine in a way that made me want to take a shower startled me.

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this all alone?” I started to turn around to face the voice but was stopped by hands on my hips “I didn’t tell you to turn around” he crooned in my ear.

Irritation made me bold snapping back “I also don’t remember telling you that you could touch me.” With that the man moved around to my peripheral hand still trailing around my waist. What had I been thinking wearing a get up like this? I wanted to smack the guy but something manavgat escort in me screamed that I shouldn’t, that I shouldn’t even give this guy the time of day. I kept my eyes on the couple across the room.

I could hear the smile that crept across his mouth “A fiery one, hu? That just means it will be so much sweeter when you break under my whip.” I’m sure he meant it as a come on, but it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, not in a good way.

I looked directly into his pale eyes, “Kindly remove your hand or I’ll remove it for you”

Having fully gotten my attention he leered “Now I don’t think you really mean that or want me to remove my hand princess. In fact I think you want quite the opposite.” He started to reach for my hip with his other hand and that was it. I snapped.

***

I hated watching Damien pray on women. He was everything that gave doms a bad name. He just acted like he owned everything. Although I was quite enjoying the spiky responses the blond was giving him. Suddenly, there was a blur of motion and a yelp. I was on my feet before I registered what had happed.

In one swift motion she had grabbed his wrist, wrenched it off her hip hand behind his back. I could tell she was straining to push all of her weight into his back as she had him struggling face down on one of the high tops. Her skirt hitched up a little as she bent over him exposing more of that perfect pouty ass.

“Bitch!” he ground out, loud enough to gain the attention of the few couples sitting near them.

She leaned into him, head close to his ear, voice dripping with venom, “I told you to remove your hand. Maybe next time you’ll think before you behave like a spoiled prince.” And released him stepping back as Frank came rushing in from the entry. Taking in the scene he arched a brow at me and I shook my head smiling.

Frank burst out in laughter “I’d bet you deserved that Damien, besides you know better than to accost the newbies.” At Frank’s acknowledgement of her new comber status she blushed a beautiful shade all the way down to those delicious breasts, which were now heaving slightly with her accelerated breathing. “Hey Eric, I think this one deserves a drink on the house.”

***

I gave a thankful all be it an embarrassed look at Frank. Then looked around to see whom Frank had been talking to as he shooed Damien away. I struggled to keep my jaw from hitting the floor as the devilishly handsome man strode towards me. His smile widened as he took my hand gently brushing his lips across my knuckles in a days gone by sort of way.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” His voice was dark and reverberated straight to my core.

Get it together Elizabeth I chided my self before I finally gathered my wits that appear to have decided to scatter like fish in a school every time someone talked to me. “Errm hi. Uh… I’m Elizabeth. It’s nice to meet you… ummm… Erik?”

His smile now looked entirely predatorily revealing prefect, straight white teeth as he purred “What happened to the confident vixen that just put Damien in his place?”

I mentally slapped my self then gave Erik a halfhearted glare. “I’m a little shaken, that’s all. I’ve never had to actually do that to someone.”

An eyebrow darted up towards his tousled golden hair. “Really? Interesting.” The second I felt he more said to him self. “Well, should we get you that second drink? It’s on the house.”

“Yes thank you. But first I think I’d like to go to the lady’s room.”

As I headed to the bathroom I heard him purr “Hurry right back princess.” And for some inane reason I thought I felt my muscles clench again as his voice brushed over me.

Once in the bathroom I washed my hands and patted the cool water on my cheeks. Double checking my mask was still in place. I startled slightly as a tinny woman with light brown hair came out of one of the stalls. God I was on edge.

She was about 5’6″, with slight but sinuous curves and maybe weighed 100 pounds. Her hair was up in a messy braid down her back. And I was shocked, although I’m not sure why, that she was only wearing what appeared to be a silk bikini.

“Oh hi!” she said cheerily. “What you did out there was amazing if extremely unexpected. Damien has had that coming for so long”

I blinked down at the fairy like woman dumb founded. Then remembered to close my now gaping mouth.

“I’m Roz. You’re really new to all this aren’t you”

I smiled shyly “Yah, That obvious?”

“Not at first glance you’ve achieved a very direct statement with your outfit that most newbies don’t, the ribbon was a nice touch”

“Oh.” I said dumbly touching the ribbon adjusting it back to is off center position

“Yah, sends a pretty clear message that you identify as submissive but that you don’t belong to anyone. I like it. What’s your name?”

” Sorry, I’m Liz. şişli escort I take it that guy is a bit of a jerk?”

“Mmm It’s not my place to say such things about the doms but my master Jon doesn’t care much for him.” She glanced at the clock. “Shoot gotta run but here’s my number I’d love to get to know you better” and she handed me a small business card and dashed out of the room

I left the bathroom and headed back to where Erik was waiting and allowed my self to really look at him for the first time. He was tall, much taller then the guys I’d dated in the past, he had to be at least 6’4″ with broad shoulders, and a lithe muscular build. He wore a simple black shirt and denim jeans that hung off his hips and cupped his ass in just the right way.

He dismissed the couple he was talking with when he saw me approaching “Ah princess you’re back.” I glared at the endearment. To which he chuckled, “you’ll want to keep that glare in check pet. I’ll let it slide for now cause you just gave me the best birthday present I could have asked for, but others won’t be as lenient” he gently placed his hand on the small of my back propelling us toward the bar.

“Birthday present?”

“Well I suppose you’ve given me two.” I arched a brow at him waiting for him to explain what the gifts were. He retrieved a gin and tonic and a whisky from the bar and ignored the implied question. Apparently, he was going to make me ask literally.

“What two presents have I given you tonight?” I asked as sweetly as my raising temper would allow.

After handing me the G complete with bow.” His long fingers reached over brushing the tails of the bow. My breathing hitched slightly at the feathery touch of his fingers just millimeters away from my nipple. It was then that I latently noticed that scooting in first left me without a path of escape. My breathing quickened further as he scooted in beside me.

“The second,” he purred voice as deep as the ocean, “was watching you bend Damien over.” His hard blue eyes penetrated into my gray ones.

I could feel my face warming with blush and decided to change the topic. “So you own this club?” my voice came out as more of a squeak. What the heck was wrong with me I mused for the millionth time. He didn’t answer but the lights appeared to dim slightly everywhere in the club except on the stage where it appeared to be getting brighter.

Distracted from my question I watched the stage transfixed as Roz, the fairy like woman from the bathroom, demurely followed a man on to the stage. I gapped as I noticed she was no longer wearing, well anything.

His voice was deeper than I expected as he growled at Roz “Well?”

Roz turned away from the room, set her feet shoulder width apart, and clasped her elbows behind her back. I quickly looked between Erik and the stage, Erik was still watching me and now had a crooked smile creeping across his face. I squirmed a little under his gaze then determinedly looked back at the stage. Let the guy stare, I came to see and be seen. I forced my self to sit still, taking a long sip from the tinny straws in my drink.

Roz’s head was down cast allowing the Carmel tendrils of her hair cascaded over her eyes. And the man’s black shirt stretched across his shoulders as he started wrapping a black bandage like material around her forearms. After several passes he roughly grabbed her long braid, wrenching her head back and securing the braid under several more passes of the black bandage. He then pushed her over into a bent position.

He stepped away to a small bag on the stage I hadn’t noticed before and she stood there, quietly, her back arched painfully accentuating the voluptuous curves of her ass and the slimness of her waist. Walking back towards her bound form he held two cat of nine tails in his left hand. He gently caressed her ass whispering something in her ear then

SMACK

He landed a meaty hand firmly on her ass that was met with a short cry of pain from her. When he stepped away I could see a pink hand print rising against the porcelain skin of her right mound.

My eyes bugged slightly as I moved to get up but Erik barked, “Sit!” my head whipped to look at him. He had a knowing gleam to his azure eyes. Then taking my chin in his long fingers he slowly turned my head back to the stage, “Watch.” The second command was less harsh but had the same menace that dared me to defy him. I scowled slightly but did as I was told.

The black haired man on the stage was now swinging the two whips in alternating circles, the gentle *wish wish* belying the strength that they swung with. Slowly he started whipping Roz with the tail, right left right left. Soft moans and grunts carried up to where we were sitting. The whish snap of the whips and Roz’s soft mewling noises dominated the otherwise stillroom.

I could feel the slight moisture start to gather between my legs and I stole a sidelong glance at the well-dressed man next to me. One of his muscular arms was draped across the back of the booth and he cocked an eyebrow at me. He was staring at me with an intensity… no a hunger that made my mouth dry.

“Defiance so quickly princess?” he cooed. His lips curled into a crooked smile. I snapped my eyes back to the stage and I swear I could hear a soft chuckle.

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I felt someone jabbing me awake to find Sonja on top of me directing my semi-erect cock into her pussy. I laid on my back looking at her firm body as it lowered over my growing member. Then a waft of sex smell permeated my nose as Daniel placed his used cock against my lips. Still waking up I was forced to take the large tool into my mouth to suck as he rested upon my face pushing his balls into my nose and blocking my view of his lovely sub.

In moments my body registered this delight of being rode and sucking cock that I grabbed her hips and bounced her harder. She moaned though it is mumbled, I do not know what or who was in her mouth. Inside her pussy she clenched me tighter almost as if she intended to drag my cock right off of me. I would gladly have let her if she just wouldn’t stop this ride.

Daniel also let the moment take him as he rose up to cover her tits in the come I excited out of him to. He came more than any man I have known, letting the milky spew glisten on her olive skin. She thanked him while not stopping her grinding on me. A drop of come fell on my lips and was quickly retrieved by this submissive as her chest rubbed against mine, the sticky goo gluing us together for a moment.

I saw over her shoulder the boys watching me again. Carl and Louis smiled at me and point to themselves like they were next. Was I going to get to fuck them I wondered. But this thought was short lived when Sonja let out a roar and gripped my cock so tight it actually felt like a vice. Then I felt the flow of her juice dripping down my balls and over my belly. She ejaculated. I had never had a woman ejaculate on me before. It was practically gushing, but there was no fear of any mess as she stood up letting Mitchell and Elaine go to work on my cock, balls and ass as Erin delved into to flow.

My Mistress sat watching all this with a smile on her face. The feeling of the ball and cocksuckers sent my tool into overdrive wanting more sweet pussy.

“He’s a good cock sucker, Zoë” Daniel commented sipping on his refreshed Margarita.

“I trained him, “ Carl said, proud of our earlier play.

“I want to try” Steve said being slow to act. “Come here sissy boy,” he said to me.

I crawled over to him as he gripped his cock in front of him. Though it wasn’t as large as my own it was still a cock that needed attention as I sat back to lick and devour this fleshy tool. Without missing a şişli escort beat he immediately grabbed my head forcing me down the length of the shaft to his balls, sniffing the aroma of fresh sex. I was no longer sucking him as he fucked my mouth.

“That’s right you fuck toy, suck it,” he said with grunts and moans fully getting into the scene. It was such a turn on to be treated so rough by this man that I gripped his ass spreading the cheeks as his cock jammed into my wet mouth.

“Do it you slut,” he commanded and as if reading his mind I slid a finger in his tight ass. I could tell it had never been used as I found it hard to get more than a knuckle’s worth inside. I did feel his cock throb more as I tried to go deeper, but he wouldn’t let me. I was being pounded as he forced my head harder over his manhood pulsing inside of me and calling me so many names.

He held my head over his spurting tool choking me deeply with each wave of semen down my throat. I couldn’t move against his orgasmic strength so I kept swallowing and enjoying my submission.

Finally releasing me, he stepped back and told me what a good cocksucker I was. I noticed on my left sat Sonja, who was licking the inner folds of my Mistress making me want to be her. Erin took her place before me, pushing me back on to the floor, her massive tits swaying as she lowered her full form onto me.

This was one of my favorite positions, being smothered by pussy. I gripped her thighs and set about filling her wet hole with my tongue, nose and chin. She road me hard pushing her love juice up my nose, but this only turned me on more. As she filled my face with her passion I felt my cock being bound once again. The leather strap wrapped tightly around my cock gripping my veins and holding me in place. Harder she fucked my face causing me to fear that I would actually be smothered, though what a way to die.

Her moan was earth shattering as my face was drenched in female juice and she got off of me as quickly as she could. My ease was short lived as I was pulled to my feet to pleasure Mitchell with my mouth. My jaw hurt and Erin’s come was hardening on my skin, but I kept up with my task. Mitchell was gentler than Steve, giving me cues on how he liked to be pleased.

Like my Mistress, he was a sensualist and found the art of sex as intoxicating as the outcome.

“Grip tuzla escort the base, now suck my balls,” he instructed, words I recall saying to other lovers as I tried to teach them pleasures. “Kiss my thighs, that’s right inner thighs, you know, you were a man once” This last phrase stung me, but in my current state of mind I knew he was right. I was a man once and would be again, but now I was in the honor of my Mistress.

“More on the head now” he started getting into it trying not to force fuck me, but his grip on my shoulder delivered the message. I wanted his come so bad, I wanted all of their come. I wanted to eat, swallow and be covered in come.

I recalled an old girl friend who always wanted me to come on her and now I knew the thrill of being a come slut. His grip grew tighter as he pushed me away milking his member to cover my face and drip to my chest. On the side of my face I felt a wet slap of semen as Louis released his orgasm onto me as well. Then Carl. I was covered allover my head and neck with male come and feeling my ecstasy grow.

“Now look at the mess you made” My Mistress spoke as the last man finished.

“What a dirty boy you have there Zoë” Daniel said. His tsk tsk punctuated the remark.

“So you like come do you sissy” I felt the swat of the crop on my chest as my Mistress paraded around me. I felt foolish in this state though no one was laughing. Instead they all had the look of disappointment on their faces.

“I can’t have such a naughty sub, now can I” she asked with another swat. I was carried by my arms to the horse in the center of the room where I was bound.

“If you want to be a slut then I will make you one” and without ease or tenderness, I felt her enter me with her strap on. Even though it was well lubed, I was not ready and the sheer pain ripped through me. She sensed this and retreated only to delve into me again. This time I was prepared and the discomfort was minimal.

“You are so beautiful when you do that” Mitchell commented to her as he kissed her. She never stopped but I felt him guiding the long dildo even deeper into my ass.

“You make me want to fuck you now” he said again

“Why don’t you. Sissy here likes to be fucked by guys. If you fuck me now it will be like fucking him” She teased.

“But I am spent, he sucked the life right out of me” he whimpered pendik escort with a fake whine. “You could use something that doesn’t get soft,” She suggested. He agreed and within minutes I felt him slide another strap on into my Mistress’ ass. I knew it was her ass from her moans and sighs, which were familiar to me.

Now it was harder and harder against my insides pushing me over the edge into a realm I have never been fucked before. I felt the power grow inside me, as the world seemed to disappear. I was still aware, but did not care. Even the pain of her force was dismal as I felt light and airy in my release. Her hands on my back were like feathers from angel wings and I bowed in my mind to her goddess senses. I felt the easing up of her weight as she too felt her own intoxicating passions erupt into the ether around her. Like a drug, this kind of sex evaporated all worry and pain and lost desires.

She extracted the dildo from my ass leaving me lying on the horse. I felt her grip my shoulders with loving tenderness as I was released from my bonds. I was coming back to earth, laid upon a pillow to rest and felt myself coming back to my body.

The goings on for the rest of the night were all a blur as I wavered between dream and consciousness. I knew the fucking continued and that Sonja had been gangbanged being made to beg for more.

When everyone was spent and the sweat became stale, my Mistress escorted everyone to their cars, asked if they were all right to drive and received a bunch of yeses and kisses from each participant. She returned to me and with a gentle tone lifted me to my feet. She led me to the bathroom showering me with affectionate compliments.

“I am a lucky Domme to have such a sub as you, Brian. You are so sweet. I truly love how you are so willing.” She kissed me gently

“Thank you Mistress, anything for your pleasure.” She turned on the water and as it warmed pushed aside my hair to look into my eyes.

“You are mine and that is an honor. But I am yours too and that is a promise” She kissed me as a lover, no scene or roles now, just pure love.

We got into the shower together and lathered each other all over erasing the sent of sex replacing it with jasmine. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her, holding her close like a child. She fit so well into my arms. I knew that no matter what had happened this was why I did it.

I toweled her off and then myself following her into the bedroom and taking my place beside her in the king size bed. She spooned inside me, her ass resting against my shriveled and tired cock as my arms wrapped around her breasts. I let her wet hair carress my face as I left myself for dream world knowing that never again would time or anything come between us.

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Her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth covered by a black gag, her dark eyes stared up at him as he stood naked in front of her. She was knelt on the floor, naked and her soft breasts rose and fell quickly with her breathing, he held a black whip in one large hand and she shivered at her hard look on his handsome face. She had disappointed him today, she had been late to meet him and she knew he was going to have to punish her.

“You know why I’m doing this don’t you Anna,” she nodded at his words. “You need to learn to behave.” He snapped the whip against his palm and she jumped a jolt of fear going through her. He placed the whip under her chin and pushed until she stood, she turned and bent over the bed pushing her round ass towards him. He ran the whip over her skin and she shivered closing her eyes. The first lash made her moan and she pushed backwards wanting to feel more, he brought the whip down against her again and she felt the hot lust go through her stomach. There were ten strikes in all and when he was done she was shaking, he stood behind her and pressed his hard cock against her ass running his hands over the hot skin. “You’re a good girl Anna.”

Slowly he pushed inside her tight pussy and tossed her head back sending her long hair tumbling down her back, his hands clutched her ass his fingers digging into the soft skin as he began to thrust.

“You don’t cum, this is for me.”

“Yes sir.” Her words were muffled against the gag and he yanked it down pulling on her hair.

“Tell me.”

“I wont cum sir.”

He pressed down on her back pushing her against the bed, his free hand curled around her hip and pulled her back to meet his thrusts as he slammed into her and soft cries escaped her plump lips, the pleasure built in her stomach but it wasn’t the same as when she had been Alejo’s. He had made her feel things that she couldn’t explain even to herself and when he had told her to leave she had been lost. Mike had been there to fill the void and now she felt she was stuck.

His hand came down hard on her ass bringing her attention back to him and she cried out as the pain burned in her skin, he sped up his thrusts and pounded into her soft pussy and she clenched her muscles as he hit against her cervix. Loud groans rumbled from his broad chest and he thrust harder until she was practically screaming at the sensation. He wrapped her hair around her hand and yanked her head back as he came, thrusting deep into her pussy and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he spilled his cum. He pushed his dark hair away from his face and gently untied her wrists, he sat on the bed and watched as she dressed.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to work sir.”

“I don’t want you working tonight.” She stopped dressing and held her hands in front of her, she looked at the floor. “Call in sick.”

“Yes sir.” She pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans and dialled the number, her boss sounded worried when she told him.

“Is everything OK babe?”

“Yeah I’ve just come down with something, I should be fine in a couple days.”

“OK, well you get yourself better and let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks.” She hung up and placed the phone back in her jeans that still lay on the floor, he beckoned her over and she obediently knelt between his legs, cleaning her juices off his cock. He groaned and grabbed her hair pushing her head down and listening to her gag as his length hit against the back of her throat.

“Good girl,” his eyes slid closed as he held her still and she sucked in a breath through her nose trying to stop herself from pushing away from him, if she did he would be angry. Alejo had never been like this and she wondered how much of the stuff he had done had been for him. He always seemed to put her first as though her thought of her as more than a Sub. Mike’s cock hardened in her mouth once again and he groaned pushing harder against her, she couldn’t help it. She placed her hands on his knees and tried to push herself backwards, his grip tightened in her hair and he pulled her back and wrapped his free hand around her throat hard. Her eyes widened as he cut of her breath and tried to move away from him. “You don’t fight me Anna, you do as you’re told. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

She shivered in fear but he ignored her, pulling her back he thrust his cock down her throat feeling her work to take his length. She still pushed against him, panic building as she fought to breath and he groaned again as the pleasure built. He stood, holding her head against him and pushed deeper down her throat as he came and felt her working to swallow everything he gave her. Finally he let go of her and she sat back on her heels, bending he kissed her forehead.

“Don’t move,” he left the room and she heard the shower start, she stayed where she was. Her hands were shaking and she clutched them together in her lap fighting back tears. This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Alejo and now she knew she had realised it too erzurum escort late.

*

He sat in his chair. Luanna was welcoming new comers and the club was packed, more and more people were joining every week and since Bella had left again he had thrown himself into his work making sure it was even more successful.

“Another drink sir?” Elora appeared at his side and he shook his head holding his hand up.

“No.”

“You were late tonight.” He heard the worry in her voice. “Were you at the bar again?”

He didn’t answer. Bella had been gone for three months, the first month he had tried not to think of her at all but he couldn’t put her from his mind so he had started to visit the bar where she worked. He listened to her sing.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, its not healthy.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Finally he spoke and she shrank back in fear at the tone of his voice.

“Have you tried to speak to her?”

“I don’t want to talk about this and if you want to keep your job you’ll drop it.”

“Yes sir.” Elora left him and he rubbed his hands over his face, standing he walked from the club, unable to stay any longer. Luanna watched him go, he hadn’t been the same since Bella had gone and it hurt her to see him like this.

Within a half hour he was back in his apartment, he poured himself a drink and walked through to the bedroom. He opened the door to the large closet and looked at the safe.

His token was in there, he hadn’t looked inside since she left and he knew he would never give it to anyone else but her, for a moment he looked at the safe debating whether to take it out, throw it away but in the end he closed the door again. He knew it was stupid but he couldn’t bring himself to throw away the last thing he had of her, he sat on the bed and drank, numbing himself until he fell asleep.

*

“Bend over.” Bella shivered at the tone of her masters voice and bent at the waist wrapping her hands around her ankles. Mike walked behind her, his eyes roamed over her exposed skin and he swished the riding crop through the air. There were red welts on the skin of her ass, he had already had to punish her once today, she had been late at work and had made him wait again.

“You really need to learn to behave Anna, I don’t like to punish you.” He snapped the crop against his thigh and watched her jump. “You know I’m doing this for you don’t you?” She nodded and he brought the crop down on the back of her thigh, she whimpered. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir.”

He whipped her again and she bit her lip, the beating went on for what felt like hours. By the time he was satisfied tears were streaming down her face and she was shivering uncontrollably, the pain was all consuming, burning her skin and when he smoothed his hand over her ass she moaned in pain. He undid the zip of his jeans and thrust inside her, she bit her lip to hide her moan of pain her teeth cutting through her skin and blood spilled over her lip and round onto her cheek. He reached forward and took hold of her hair yanking her head back, he thrust harder and pulled her arms behind her back, taking hold of both wrists in one large hand he pulled, arching her back and his eyes roamed over the curve of her waist.

“You know I don’t like punishing you.” She couldn’t answer and he pulled harder on her wrists, yanking her arms back and she whimpered at the pain in her shoulders shot through her body. “You answer me when I talk to you.”

“I’m sorry sir.” With his free hand he undid his jeans and kicked them away, taking hold of his cock he pushed into her slowly and her eyes closed, she couldn’t deny to herself that she wanted this but she didn’t want him. He thrust slowly, pushing deep inside her with each thrust. Her tight pussy gripped his length and he groaned through gritted teeth and kept still, she waited but he didn’t move and finally she pushed backwards. When he didn’t say anything she began to move her hips, fucking herself on his cock and moaning as pleasure built in her stomach. He stared down at the graceful curve of her back and smiled at the sight of his thick length disappearing into her soft, pink pussy. He curled his hand around her hip and took over thrusting hard and deep and she cried out as her orgasm built, he slapped her ass hard and she shrieked but pushed harder back against him begging him wordlessly.

“Please sir.”

“Please what?” He smirked at the husky tone of her voice.

“Please can I cum sir? Please can I cum sir?”

He leant forward and bit her shoulder. “Cum.”

His voice was a hard command and she came undone her whole body shaking as her juices coated his cock, he kept thrusting feeling his own orgasm grow until he thrust deep, holding himself inside her and she moaned as she felt him pulse inside her, filling her with his hot cum.

He stepped back and looked at her, she straightened slowly and turned to face him. “Go get yourself eskişehir escort cleaned up. I don’t need you any more tonight.”

She nodded and collected her clothes from where they lay on the floor, dressing quickly she hurried from his apartment. She walked home, looking at the floor. She hid her face feeling embarrassed, as though everyone who passed her knew what she had been doing, she didn’t know why but her feet took her past the familiar alley and she stopped looking up. Slowly she walked towards the entrance of the club, stopping at the door she debated going in, she didn’t know if he was in there but just for a moment she wanted to feel close to him. He had given her a choice, she could stay with him but he didn’t want her as his Sub any more, she wished she could give him what he wanted. A real relationship, a future for the two of them but she couldn’t let go of her fears and let herself want it too.

An icy cold settled in her stomach and she stepped back away from the door, a voice from behind her made her jump and she spun round to look into Elora’s blue eyes.

“Bella? What are you doing here?” The woman didn’t sound angry and she reached out to take the girls hand, looking down she saw the bruises on Bella’s skin and raised an eyebrow. “What are these?”

“Nothing.” Bella snatched her hand back and looked at the floor refusing to meet Elora’s kind gaze.

“Are you looking for Alejo? He’s not here at the moment but if you want to come in and wait?”

Bella shook her head violently. “No, no I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know why I came.”

She turned to walk back down the alley but Elora called after her. “He wants to see you, you should come in.”

“I can’t.” Bella didn’t turn round but sprinted away and down the street.

*

Alejo sat in the high back chair in Luanna’s room, he held a lit cigarette in his hand and tapped the ash into a glass tray on the table beside him. He was naked and his cock was hard, he stroked it with his free hand and watched the two girls on the bed.

Luanna was knelt between the legs of a dark skinned girl, her tongue teased the girls clit and she writhed against the bed, Luanna pushed two fingers into the girls tight pussy curled upwards hitting against the sweet bundle of nerves. Alejo took a deep drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke in a ring towards the ceiling, the girls moans filled the room and she leant her head back. Her head was at the foot of the bed and her eyes fluttered open meeting his, Luanna glanced up from between the girls legs and winked at him. He couldn’t help but smile.

He beckoned to the girl and she rolled off the bed and came to kneel between his legs. Her name was Grace, she had been with them for almost a month and had brought in business since the day she had arrived. She was a good Sub. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick length and stroked gently, he watched as she leant forward and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He took another drag of his cigarette as she pushed her head down taking him into her warm mouth and he groaned deep in his chest. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and bobbed her head sucking gently, Luanna watched from the bed. She knelt and her fingers teased her clit as she watched, her cheeks heating.

Alejo pushed Grace back and turned her so she bent at the waist her chest resting against the bed, Luanna fell back and pulled the girls head to her pussy moaning as she felt her wet tongue on her. Alejo spat on his hand and stroked his cock before pushing inside her tight pussy, Grace moaned and thrust her ass back against him taking him deeper. He placed his hands on her ass and pushed his thumb into her tight hole, he heard her gasp and pushed deeper, thrusting harder. Grace spread Luanna’s legs further and her tongue teased Luanna’s clit, the moans of the two women filled the room.

He thrust harder slamming into her tight pussy and pushed his thumb deeper into her ass, Grace moaned and worked her tongue harder. Luanna’s hand came up to pinch and twist her nipples and her back arched off the bed, Alejo thrust harder and spoke through gritted teeth.

“You don’t cum, neither of you cum until I say you can.”

Luanna whimpered and bit her lip, her toes curled and her eyes caught his and she pleaded with him silently, he smirked and his hips thrust harder against Grace. Luanna tried to push Grace’s head from between her legs but Alejo pushed down on the girls back keeping her still and Luanna squirmed on the bed.

“Don’t you fucking dare cum.” He could hear the moans of the girls getting louder and thrust harder until he could feel Grace shaking beneath him, with a small smile he looked at Luanna. “Cum.”

Luanna arched on the bed, her fingers pinching her small pink nipples and her whole body shivering, her breath came in small pants and her hips thrust up. Grace pressed herself back against him taking him deep as he could go gaziantep escort and her pussy quivered around his thick cock, he stepped back and they moved to kneel in front of him. Grace began liking her juices off the base of his cock and Luanna sucked the head into her warm mouth, he groaned looking down at the two women working so hard to please him. He felt his orgasm building and his hands curled into fists at his side.

His stomach clenched and he dropped his head back, his eyes closing and his orgasm ripped through him. Luanna sucked taking everything he gave before turning her head and kissing Grace sharing his cum with her.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

Elora stuck her head into the room. “May I have a word sir?”

He nodded and stepped into his grey suit trousers, picking up the pack of cigarettes and his lighter he followed the woman out into the hall. He lit a cigarette and tucked Elora’s white blonde hair behind her ear.

“Everything alright?”

“Bella was here earlier.”

His breath caught in his throat and his stomach lurched but he kept his face calm. “She was?”

“I saw her when I came in, she was waiting outside.”

“What did she want?” He took another drag on his cigarette and walked to his room, he didn’t look at the empty room beside his.

“I think she wanted to see you.”

“But she didn’t wait?”

“Alejo stop,” she reached out and took hold of his wrist turning him to face her. “Will you just stop. This is stupid!”

Alejo’s eyes flashed angrily and she dropped his arm looking at the floor. “I’m sorry sir.”

He stubbed his cigarette out and took hold of her wrists, walking her backwards until her back hit the door, he pushed her further until the door closed and pressed his body against hers. In her heels she was only a couple of inches shorter than him and his hips pressed against hers intimately.

“You don’t get to tell me what I should do.” She gasped at the rough tone of his voice and refused to meet his eyes. “She chose what she wanted and it wasn’t me.”

His voice held a note of sadness and she looked up in surprise, she had never heard him like this before. “Sir.”

“I said enough,” he pushed hard against her and she gasped, half in fear, half in arousal as she felt his cock grow hard against her. “I don’t want to talk about her, I don’t want to think about her. I’m thinking about you.”

She moaned quietly as he rolled his hips against her and bit her lip, her eyes closed as he moved his lips to her neck and kissed her softly before biting. He still held her hands either side of her head and with his knee nudged her legs apart and pressing closer, his erection pressed into the softness of her pussy and her breath hitched in her throat. He took both of her hands in one of his and with his free hand lifted the long black skirts of her dress and undid the button of his trousers allowing his thick cock to spring free. She wore a tiny black lace thong and he ripped it away from her pale skin, he found her clit with the tip of his finger and circled the small nub of flesh, her head dropped back against the door and her tongue came out to wet her lips.

“Oh god.” Her voice was breathy and he smiled against her neck before moving his lips up to speak into her ear.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve touched you Elora.” He slipped a finger inside her tight heat. “God you’re already wet for me.” She couldn’t talk, he was right, it had been a long time since he had touched her and now she was teetering on the edge. He had barely touched her. “Do you want me to fuck you Elora?” She nodded not trusting herself to speak, he nibbled her earlobe. “I’m afraid I can’t hear you.”

“Yes sir please, I want you to fuck me. Please.” She should have felt embarrassed at the pleading tone of her voice but she didn’t. She need to feel him inside her.

He smiled and slowly pushed his thick length inside her, she cried out and pushed her hips forward. He hooked his hand under her knee and pulled one leg around his waist so he could press deeper, his thrusts were slow and deliberate and within seconds she was shaking.

“Please sir.”

“Please what?” There was laughter in his voice.

“Harder, I need it harder.”

This time he did laugh but thrust harder, slamming into her tight pussy. Her hands clenched into fists and she pulled herself up to try and get closer, he pulled her other leg round his waist so he supported her on his muscled thighs and thrust faster. He let go of her wrists and snapped the clasps on the top of her dress, her breasts bounced free and he took one nipple between his fingers and pinched hard listening to her pained cry. He pinched harder, her hands came to rest on his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin.

Her breath came faster and her stomach clenched as her orgasm built.

“Can I cum sir?” He didn’t answer but thrust harder, she bit her lip trying to fight the pleasure building in her stomach. Her orgasm built until she couldn’t fight it any more. “Please sir I can’t hold it any more. Please can I cum sir?”

He still didn’t answer and she gave a strangled cry as she came. Her juices spilled down his cock and her whole body trembled as her pussy convulsed around him thick length. He thrust once more and held himself deep inside her and came hard his hips thrusting erratically.

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From the other side of the world she had come. Unannounced. They had written to each other of course – two or three flippant e-mails. Nothing more. They had never previously met.

Yet, from his silent greeting to the way he held the door open for her and the way she entered without hesitation, one would have thought that this was a daily routine. It certainly seemed as if he had been expecting her, which was impossible.

Her changing facial expressions mirrored her expectations. He would be surprised. Or he would be delighted. Or he would be cross. But his impassive features gave nothing away. She smiled cautiously at him and received no response.

He had only ever seen one picture of her. It was a good likeness, he now realised. The unnerving intensity of her dark eyes seemed to pose some challenging question. The emphatic eyebrows led his thoughts elsewhere. The chaotic torrent of black hair framing her pale intelligent face. She had the wild look of a Romanian gypsy, an impression reinforced by the embroidered peasant blouse and the long red skirt she was wearing when he opened the door to her.

He made a frugal meal for them both. She dared to speak for the first time but was immediately aware that her voice sounded much too loud. Was he not curious why she had come? He told her he already knew. So they ate in silence.

The meal over, he rose and swept past her into an adjoining room. Increasingly tekirdağ escort unsure of herself, she sat for a few minutes pondering her motives for this unlikely pilgrimage. Then she rose and joined him in the stygian gloom of a room illuminated by just three large candles. He was sitting in a tall-backed chair of bare black oak, his slender, rather cruel hands rested on the arms of the chair. His eyes were closed.

She made to sit down on a seat facing him but his eyes snapped open and he frowned deeply at her. She stopped, standing there in front of him and held his gaze until at last his eyes travelled slowly down the length of her body and when they reached the floor, he inclined his head a little to his left and stared at a spot beside her.

It was such a deliberate gesture, that she knew it must be a signal of some kind. At last she decoded it and quickly sat with her legs beneath her at the place he was still indicating. She looked up at him, her raised eyebrows seeking his approval. But he was frowning – a little less severely now and then lifted his chin, twice in quick succession as if to say “up,up”. Somehow she knew it meant “kneel”. So she knelt. For a fraction of a second she could have sworn she saw the merest shadow of a smile lighten his face. She wanted to smile broadly at him, but dared not.

He lowered his head and looked down – then looked tokat escort at her to see whether she had understood. She had – quickly this time – and lowered her own head, her eyes modestly cast down. She had no idea how long she stayed like that. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? All in silence.

Eventually she sensed him moving. He was leaning forward, bending down to her. She was not prepared for the impact of their first physical contact. It felt as if she had been punched in the stomach – hard. It left her gasping. And yet all he had done was to place one finger under her chin and raised her head to that she could look at him. This time, there was no mistake. He smiled at her – a mixture of tenderness and sadness. She saw him raise his left arm until it was parallel with the floor. His hand was extended, palm-down. He made a motion as if pressing something down with his hand. She understood instantly and lay full length, face down, eyes close, arms outstretched ahead of her. She started to tremble.

He looked down at her. He noticed the outer edges of her breasts which were squashed against the floor; he noticed the lyrical curvature of her waist which accentuated the philanthropy of her hips so beautifully; he noticed she was visibly trembling. He lifted one foot and placed it firmly but not oppressively on the nape of her neck. The trembling ceased.

For her part, trabzon escort she felt no menace from the shoe. On the contrary, it calmed her and she began to realise that already, after barely one evening in his company, she trusted him utterly.

She felt a tremor of panic when the foot was removed at last. But the panic evaporated when she felt him twisting a hank of her hair around the fingers of his left hand and lifting her head effortlessly so that her back was arched like an Agincourt longbow. The discomfort showed on her face. He pulled again – violently this time. Yet strangely, she felt no fear at the brutality and suddenness of his action. He dragged her whole body towards him, then yanked her head upwards again so that she was forced to adopt a position on all fours, her face just a few inches from his.

He let go her hair and her head dropped forward as lifelessly as if her neck had been broken. She let it stay where it had dropped, chin on chest. There was stillness between them for hour after hour. When he did speak, his voice was no more than a breath against her cheek.

“Look.”

She raised her head slowly, no challenge in her eyes, no questions to be asked.

“You came to discover who I am.”

“Yes”.

“So. Who am I, then?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, her lower lip quivered like that of a frightened little girl. The words of her reply were punctuated by stifled sobs.

“You…are…my Master.”

Her forehead touched the floor as she wrapped her arms round his ankles, clasped them with the desperate relief of one who thought she was drowning and had found a rock amidst the bottomless quicksand of loneliness.

For the first time in her life, she felt complete. It was her first submission. And her last.

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II – Alone

In the mornings, I roll over and, with the light slightly blinding me, I forget that your side of the bed is empty. It is all just a terrible misunderstanding – a bad dream – nothing is changed. Then I blink, my pupils adjust and my senses reach out to verify. Yes, I slept alone again. The heating blanket is kicked to the foot of the bed, sheets tangled around my calves, pillows strewn in my attempts to create shapes that could cradle my limbs – the way I would have been wrapped in you over various positions throughout our sleep state. In the moments between dreams and waking, my reality is still unshaped, and my body warms with the sense that you will begin touching me as I stir.

This is not so. You have left me, or been stolen. However I work to phrase it, I am alone before I could possibly have been ready.

On this day, I have slept even later than the others in my attempt to delay knowing. The clock across the room indicates it is well into the afternoon. My nights have become more sleepless, distracting myself with writing and researching and pretending that I can do meaningful things if I can just understand more, find one more thing. The house is quiet, I haven’t plugged the phone back in since the first day. No one needs me now, and I am tired of sympathy – the silence is as close to you as I can get. Peaceful, commanding, invasive.

I miss you so much. My heart clunks around as I let myself fall into the feeling.

There is a banging. It takes me a moment to realize it is coming from reality, not my imagined heart malfunction. I contemplate ignoring it. The rumpled bed is a haven we shared and I hate the intrusion of the outside world. The pounding on the front door continues with increasing insistence, so I sigh and unfurl, pulling your worn undershirt from the nest of pillows and tugging it over my head; I sniff to find a last vestige of your smell. I pad through the hall to the entryway of our house – it feels like an empty shell now. Looking through the hole I see the last person I ever wanted to see again. Sam. Fuck, shit, cunt, dick, Sam.

I should have known. I throw the deadbolt but keep the chain latched. Crack the door. “Go away.” My voice is clear and I am impressed at the lack of emotion I manage.

His hands are in fists, and I guess that he never released the tight balls even once he realized he didn’t have to beat the door down any longer. He steps as close as he can to the open space, filling the frame with his ridiculous body.

“Open the fucking door Love.” The way he says fucking is so weird, it is almost sexy with his aggravated Southern twang, though the clipped delivery makes it seem inappropriate, like it shouldn’t even be in his vocabulary.

I shake my head. “Really, I want you to go. I just want to be alone.”

I sense his features tighten but then his face is a mask of controlled planes and smooth surfaces, unperturbed. “I am not leaving. You will let me in or I will break your pretty door.”

I weight his words for truth. Not worth the mess.

I remember the time you pushed me up against it and fucked me off the ground. Your ghost is everywhere. I unlatch the chain and turn away for the kitchen; coffee is the only thing to look forward to now. I hear the door swing and shut behind me, the bolt hit home, and I move with intention so that I don’t have to face Sam yet.

Pulling yesterday’s filter from the machine that will prevent me from committing murder or suicide, I wonder if you’d be mad at me for being such a shitty hostess. Maybe I can dream up a spanking tonight. I feel Sam before I hear him, and then he is blocking my movements. I have coffee grounds in my hand. Get out of my way.

Instead I say nothing. I just stand still, waiting patiently until he caves and moves to let me throw them in the trash. The battle of wills won, I go back to my task of readying the coffeemaker, and he stands aside. I hover düzce escort a finger over the power button. He reaches around me and presses it.

“Now, Love, we need to talk.” No, no, no. No thank you. I don’t want to talk. My head shakes with the cadence of my negative response.

“Love…” his eyes are boring into the back of my skull. I know what he is thinking. I am a broken toy now. I was yours and you are gone, now what am I? I think the same things. That means it’s time to turn my brain off. I try to walk away and he snatches my wrist. I turn back and try to find my best glare. He looks at me as if he is genuinely curious, searching every line on my face. “Love. You have to stop this.”

Stop what? Living? I wish. I shrug. What else is there to do?

He pulls me close with a tug, and I stumble into him. His arms envelope me. I am crushed to his warm and real body and suddenly the damn is broken; my shuddered sobs are wrenching the silence I prized. I cry and cry and cry.

—————-

It feels like I have never not been crying. My eyes are sore and my throat is raw when the torrents begin to slow. My body is wracked as I hiccup great swallows of air in and out. I slump against him, emptied out. He gathers me up and carries me into our room, into our bed, and lays down with me in his arms. I feel him toeing his shoes off and then he is shifting to pull up a blanket. We are cocooned, I am tucked to his front. My breathing has begun to even out. He pets the hair away from my face.

“Shhh, it’s OK, it’s OK, Love.”

I want to fight with him, but I don’t have the energy and my eyelids close before I can put together a undermining retort. My brain shuts down and I sleep.

—————-

My eyes feel glued shut. It is comfortable and warm, I feel so secure, but my eyelids are weighty and resistant, it is worse than peeling off a band-aid to get them to separate. The room is dark and I am disoriented – did I sleep all day? The arm around me tightens and I panic a little as I remember.

“You’re OK Love,” Sam’s voice is a husky whisper. My heart pounds at the unexpectedness of it all. He strokes my hair and my chest clenches. By what measure? Breathing?

I try to roll away but he doesn’t release his hold. Instead he tucks me more solidly into the nook his body creates and begins to tell me a story.

“When I was a kid, my parents both died. They tell you that everything will be OK, but really, it never is. The world, it isn’t OK. Your life, it isn’t OK. But they’re telling the truth when they say that you’re OK. You’re not broken. Missing someone doesn’t break you, not you.” I shiver. The vulnerability comes through despite the unwavering and strong voice. I can’t picture Sam as a child, it is as if he was born a man. The image of a young boy with a honey voice just won’t materialize.

My pulse has slowed. He must think he has me all figured out as he toys with a strand of my hair, gently manipulating it like my physical reactions. I am mad now.

“Why are you doing this?” I find it is hard to speak, my throat is so gritty.

“Why do you think, Miss Smarty Pants?” I try again to pull away but my struggle is laughable in the face of his insistent hug. I turn, trying to slip through the restraints and find myself planted face down on the bed, with his weight half over me. He is muttering something and I am fueled by indignity. I have the right to not be OK if that’s what the fuck I want. Who is he to force me into some kind of catharsis? I hiss and twist, trying to shake him off.

“Love. Love. Stop.” His voice sounds strangled. All at once I feel his erection, place the tone, smell the heat of his skin. I am mortified to feel an answering pang of desire in my center. I become utterly still.

He releases me as if burned. Pushing myself up, I shove the lanky hair out of my face to look edirne escort at him. He won’t meet my eye. I wonder if now he’ll leave. “Go away Sam. I don’t want your help or your psychoanalysis or your pity.”

“You think I pity you?” He is over me in seconds, the emotion in his face thrilling. “Baby, I don’t pity you. You’re a mopey little girl who’s wallowing in her own fucking pity – you don’t need any extra.”

I slap him before I even know what I’m doing. And then we are kissing.

—————-

Oh, it is like my dreams, my muddy muddled dreams in which I can’t quite tell whose lips are on mine. These taste like a hint of coffee and mint, and I devour them like I am starved, I feel like a strung out junkie. Every slip of the supple and velvety flesh over mine has an answering chord in my gut, a roller-coaster of a kiss. Dizzy, swollen, god fuck me now.

He pushes me back on the bed and I relish the pressure of him on top of me, his lips still teasing though his front is molded to mine. We rock against each other as we kiss forever. The fumble becomes frenetic, my hands are plucking uselessly at the fabric of his shirt, but my mouth won’t release his long enough for it to come off. He shoves it up under his arms and then levers himself enough to to the same to me. As he settles back down my body zings at the naked contact, nipples tempered against his dampening skin. My belly is quaking and my hips are pumping, my bare skin chafing up against his denim imprisoned hard-on. This is what being alive feels like. Before I was a ghost. Now my whole world is vibrant, tangible, imperative.

He pulls away abruptly and I mewl in protest. His mouth is bruised and his eyes are so dark, I shiver as they search my face. I just watch his brain work. His brow line is furrowed and there is heat in his cheeks, a battle being fought between his body and mind. I tip my head back a little and look at him through glossy eyes, letting my chest rise with a full breath, tempting him with my surrender. He groans, and pushes further back. I think he will take more convincing, but then he is standing over me, spreading my legs, eyes searching all my naked flesh. Your shirt is still shoved up over my breasts, but I am otherwise bare, my slick cunt blooming and unfurling under his laser hot gaze. I turn my nose into my shoulder, catching a faint hint of you. The flash of arousal makes me drip.

Sam’s eyes take it all in. He knows what has happened, that you’re in the room. He takes in my reaction, the fueled need that must be plain on my face. He smiles at my pleading eyes and tugs his shirt off, toes his socks, then begins to unbuckle his belt. The jangle and clink sound take me further towards the edge of my sanity. I snake a hand down my front, I have to, there is no way to wait, must come now.

He seizes me by the wrist and pins it over my head. “Oh, silly little Love, you looking for a little punishment?”

Yes. Please. Fuck. I haven’t been taken care of in endless days, weeks, who knows how long I’ve lived in this fog of dreams. He hesitates no more, there is no more concern in his face – only lust and something edgier, a darker emotion I don’t name. I am handled, rolled until I am on my stomach, then he is pulling my hands back and the belt is looping around them. I struggle a little, and his implacable hands feed my fire. Then my wrists are firmly bound and he is pulling me up off the bed. I am stood beside him as he shucks the pants, leaving himself only in the soft and tempting fabric that wraps his pretty dick. Wish I could touch it, pull it through the pocket of cloth and run my fingertips down the head. He sits, on the bed and gestures to his lap. Oh, that I can work with.

I crouch and place my mouth on the strained material, breathing hot and wet through to reach his skin. His whole body jerks and he growls. “You know that’s not elazığ escort what I meant.” He pulls me over his knees and gives me a firm swat. “Count.”

“One.” The heat from the cheek he hit is spreading into my blood, heating everything. Crack. Hot, sharp, deep, the other cheek is flushing. I lick my lips and manage to rasp, “two.” He rubs his rough hands so gently and lovingly over my ass. Smack. “Three.” I am whispering now. My body is practically writhing. Four, five, six, building me up to something I desperately need. I can’t even speak now. He growls something at me but I am mindless, and the words don’t make sense. I rub my pelvis against his thigh to get the pressure I need, I need it now.

He suddenly stands and dumps me on the bed, my hands can’t catch me so I land crumpled, face down. He pulls my hips up, shoving my knees wide and forward, presenting me as I am too far gone for my body to cooperate even if I’d heard him. He spanks me, solid, following through so my whole body rocks into the bed, once, twice, three times and then he spanks my cunt and I am coming.

My whole body feels red when I come back down. His hands are caressing my pink backside, rubbing and soothing. He bends and kisses each cheek, then nuzzles his face between my thighs. I feel him inhaling me, his nose and lips rooting, his whole face pressed into me. Lost, I cry out for him.

“I’ve got you.” He is muttering into my swollen and puffy lips, alternating between rubbing and sucking them. I think I am going to fall over, but his hands grip my hips and hold them where they are. He brings me right to the peak, then pulls back. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, Love. I am very disappointed. What about your baby?”

Baby? I don’t know what he means. I am about to dismiss the words until it hits me. I am pregnant. I can feel it in my bones, my swollen breasts, the tenderness of my nipples. How he knew is beyond my ability to sort out, but suddenly I know I haven’t really eaten in week, bled in a couple of months. A baby. Yours or Sam’s?

My brain has gone into hyper-drive, Sam gives me a moment before he shuts it down with his fingers on my slick folds. I cry out, more sensitive than I can ever remember. “Oh, holy mother, you’re so ready.” He pulls on my wrists, tugging me upright on my knees, and then works off the belt, while I quake, so off balance in every way. I turn my hands in circles and my fingers tingle, then they are catching me as he pushed me back down on all fours.

This time his voice is in my ear. His breath flits the hair of my nape. “I will take care of you now. I promise, Love.” One of his hands slips round to cup my belly and rubs a thumb gently over the secret growing inside. “God, I want to watch your body swell. You’re going to be such a good mother, Love. You’re all woman.” His cock is slipping between my cunt folds now, pumping against me in the world’s most amazing tease. “These hips were made for it. Your pretty breasts are going to get so full of milk. I might get jealous if I don’t get enough time with them. Good thing there are two.” I am practically sobbing with need. He kisses my shoulder, my cheek, then reaches to guide the fat head of his thick stalk into my begging entrance.

It feels like I have been impaled with pure pleasure. My whole body contracts and then fills with such peace. He fucks me soundly, with firm and controlled thrusts, building me up until I am in the heavens, the stars at falling all around me. My body squeezes him, milks him to orgasm, ripping it from his control. He shouts above me, then buries his face in my neck, groaning as we come to hard together.

When I am back on earth, he gently pulls free. I moan in protest, and his seed seeps down my thighs. He turns me over and we roll, till I am splayed over him and nestled into his arms. His cock is still semi hard and he slips it back into my pussy with a few purposeful thrusts. His lips brush mine, the sweetness making me tear.

“Sam… I…”

“I know.” His voice is gruff with emotion.

We lay wrapped up, our hearts slowing to share a beat, and I feel my chest crack open to him. As I investigate what was locked away inside all the tightness I realize he was right. I am OK. I am Love, and I conquer all.

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I could feel a twisting sensation across my whole body, a gentle swing here and my hair lightly flickering across my head which hangs loosely down. Eyes open but I still couldn’t see… I wasn’t allowed to see.

Between the tightness of the blindfold, the tension of the rope that gives air space to float between myself and that gap, some distance above the ground, my natural reaction wants to be panic, to scream, to shout out but I wanted this from Master Xander,

I had asked.

I had begged for it, the day before as he groped my luscious hair, pulling me closer to his being, grabbing hard, forcing me on my knees while I loved his delicious cock with my lips and my tongue.

In my own ecstasy I pleased him so well for him to enter cum into any hole he wanted, this time my mouth, I swallowed with eagerness and didn’t miss a drop including licking his cock clean..

I could feel myself facing the ground, the way my anxious enjoyment already begun lubricating between my thighs, the tiny drips of sweat running down my skin confirmed that the floor was below me.. I could feel my wrists tied behind me, around my waist, my tits felt so hot as they were wrapped tightly, around my neck, the balance of all the ropes felt incredible, I wished I could have seen my self in a mirror, to see the complicated details in the rope loving bursa escort my skin and the safety my Master devoted in ensuring his slutty sub was looked after, better looked after, the better I could serve him..

I also noticed my legs as I swayed uncontrollably, random footsteps here and there was all I could hear at the moment. My legs was spread and my ankles felt trapped and cold… A spreader bar perhaps?

Music begun to grow in the background, dirty music, heavy metal, sexy guitar solo’s and my Master singing with that arousing growl, that dominating hunger building in his throat as he had built me up, blindfolded as soon as I had entered his dungeon earlier today, pinned, stripped, gagged and blinded from what he had planned for me.

I had begged my Master to allow me the honour to serve his dirty fantasies, to have me at his mercy, hung up by rope, legs unable to stop the sweet torture, on my wet cunt.. On my virgin ass that had never the pleasure of ever having a cock to fully penetrate me..

Now I feel his hot sexy breath in my ear that trails across my neck, causing goose bumps to ride the waves of his voice “This is what you wanted, isn’t my pathetic slut, my horny girl, your only purpose is to be my sex toy, always gagging for it, begging to serve, çanakkale escort to please, no one’s more important then me isn’t that right!”

“Yes..—”

My Master had no hesitation inserting something plastic tasting into my mouth as soon as I began to answer him while shivering, terrifying anticipation, coursing through my blood, pumping my heart harder, hotter, my mouth now was unable to close, a plastic taste that would do nothing to stop any dribble, so now my legs and mouth laid bare, empty, I hate that emptiness, I felt so degraded as the moisture in my mouth began to ooze out, I felt so open and so very vulnerable..

Master touched my shoulder and the swinging sensation begun again, till his hands firmly grasped both ass cheeks, without any warning, hard slaps echoed the walls followed my the noises my mouth was trying to form, I was helpless and was loving it, the way I could feel both Master Xander’s domination and love being transferred into every slap across my cheeks, in all he does to me, makes serving him so exhilarating as I can feel the heat of my ass begin to burn, it hurts so much but I can’t wriggle or move away, occasionally in between slapping my ass he swings me around, adding to the delirium I can feel pulsate through my mind. Master begins now rize escort to spray tantalizingly cold liquid over my ass, it’s ecstasy, as does his uber hard cock teasing my cunt, using my juices to lube him up before beginning to grab my cheeks even further apart, I can feel the tip of his dick move in, it’s a feeling I’d never experienced before, after the anal training Master dedicated, never to be denied any hole of mine, this, this felt different, the way he thrust in, my ass was so ready, yearning to swallow everything up, Master exclaimed how tight I still was but how amazing it felt inside me, never disappointed when playing with me, the little fuck toy I am..

The way he pounded me, in and out, the way the ropes bound me to him, I wanted him, needed him in every fucking hole possible, I so hoped, he would enjoy everyone of my holes, to cum in each one and just have me dangling while he seeped in me, a cum filled, dirty fucking mess, just as he loves!

It’s an interesting sensation, while he now begun to finger me too, oh fuck, it’s ecstasy to me

I couldn’t even give any rhythm, he controlled that, Master chose when he was inside me, when he was out, torturing me with the cold air licking my ass, my cunty ass, all my holes were cunts to my Master and anyone else he wanted to help ruin me…

I could feel Master beginning to explode his cum inside me, as he counted down and forced me to squirt, he exclaimed the pressure he could feel as my ass clinched and pushed along with my cunt gushing so strongly and both my anus and cunt pulsated, Master Xander loved how I gushed over his fingers and growled at the amazing taste created, all for his pleasure…

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I walk up to you with fire in my eyes. My face is serious and the usual smile on it gone for now. Once I get up to you, I pull on your hair making your face tilt upwards to mine. I kiss you, my lips pressing hard against yours as my tongue forces its way into your mouth. My other hand reaches behind you grabbing your ass and pulling you tight against me. I grind my body against yours, you can already feel how hard I am for you, how much I want my little slut. Not caring what is going on or who is around us, I claim you as mine. My actions, taking you, controlling you. My lust threatens to overwhelm you as I continue to kiss you. The passion, the lust, the naked desire transfers between us by way of our bodies.

All I was supposed to do was pick you up, not this, not this right now, there are people that could see but I don’t seem to care as I drag you with me. Our lips and bodies one as I guide you to my car. Once we get to it, I pick you up and place you on the trunk, not to gently as I spread your legs wide and pulls us together again. My lips fuelling your own desire as I grind my hard cock against your pussy.

My cock presses against your pussy as my body grinds against yours. I can’t seem to get close enough, have you enough, take you enough, so I keep pressing driving you back against the car then pulling you back towards me. My mouth leaves yours as I roughly tug on your hair and sink my teeth into your neck, I growl into your flesh I bite and kiss and suck. You moan, then remembering there are people around you quickly clamp your mouth shut but you can’t help the mewling sounds that escape your throat. I push your head to the other side as I bite and suck on opposite side of your neck. My other hand grabs your tit through your shirt and I play with your nipple as I ravage your neck. My cock still rubbing your pussy.

“Stop it Dave, people can see,” You say, trying to regain some sort of balance in the situation.

You fail to shake me.

“Let them watch, they might learn what kind of naughty little slut I own,” I whisper in your ear then my tongue traces your jaw line.

You shiver at my words and actions. A low sound escapes you as my cock presses your pussy, fits muğla escort right in your the clothes go with it inside a little as I push harder against you. My arms holding you tight, not letting you move. You look around, trying to see if anyone is watching but I keep distracting you as my hands roam your back, working their way down to your ass. Taking it both hands, I grip and squeeze it and pull you hard against me. My desire for you is obvious as I kiss and suck on your neck then bite down hard. You grip my shoulders, finger tips digging into my flesh as I savage your neck. You legs wrap around my back as you feel yourself giving in to my will, your pussy is already wet and your panties are soaked as I continue to grind against you.

I move my hands off your ass and bring them around. I grab your shorts and panties and pull them down, just enough to reveal your clean shaven pussy to my gaze. I stare at it then look into your eyes. You gasp as the possessiveness in my eyes, the raw desire, the iron will I show in containing the lust I feel. I look back down and smirk at your wetness which causes you to blush but it sends a quiver through your pussy as I my fingers stroke your pussy, slick and wet against your skin, all because of your hormone driven brain.

You glance nervously about, again trying to see if anyone is watching but not really caring. His hormones have infected you and just want him to take you here and now. His fingers are still pressing against your very warm naughty place and when you look back at, I’m staring at you. An evil look passes across my face as I push my fingers inside you, brining a gasp and a shudder out of you. You can’t look away as I stare and enjoy the affect my touch is having on you. Working my fingers deeper and deeper inside your pussy, you realize you love my touch but you would love to feel my cock penetrating your pussy.

“Please, stop, Dave, please stop, someone might see us,” You say to me.

I continue to tease your pussy with my fingers my thumb brushing then pressing hard against your clit as I thrust my fingers as far as they will go inside your pussy. I smile at you, my eyes continuing ordu escort to show you that I am in control but still desiring you greatly. I kiss you softly as I draw my fingers out of your pussy before breaking the kiss and bringing them to my lips. I like your juices off my fingers and suck on them, a look of pleasure on my face as I continue to stare into your eyes. You attempt to pull your panties back up but my other hand reaches out and stops you. I hold you soaked panties in my hand preventing your from covering your little fuck hole.

“No Sara, I won’t stop,” I say to you, my voice filled with the dominance you love and enjoy.

Once I am done licking my fingers I trace patterns on the skin of your inner thigh with my finger tips. Your skin is soft and my fingers are gentle as I tease you. Leaning forward I hover my lips just before yours and wait. You wait and wait for me to kiss you but I refuse to bring out lips together; you can’t see my smirk but you know its there and it maddening. You want me to kiss you and you know I want to kiss you but I am in control and my lips stay in place. Staring into my eyes, you can’t take it any more and you lean forward and kiss me, giving me your submission with your desire. My hand latches onto the back of your neck as we kiss; fingers twining in your hair as I squeeze and keep your head under my control. My tongue licks your lips as we kiss.

“Take them off, Sara,” I order you, letting go of your panties.

“Here?” You ask.

“Now,” I command.

“Yes, sir” you reply submissively.

You slowly push down your shorts and panties, glancing about making sure no one can see you behaving so slutty in public. You kick them off onto the ground and you are again taken into my arms as I kiss you. My crotch grinds against your bare pussy, the rough cloth of my cargo pants stimulates your naughty place as my teeth scrape across your lower lip. You feel one hand on your pussy rubbing it as the other unbuttons my pants. Pushing them down just low enough to free my cock, I rub the head against the entrance of your tight little pussy. You feel my precum mix with yours as I pull your osmaniye escort head to the side. I push my cock into you fast and hard, all the way in as I bite your neck at the same time. You almost cum right there, my cock inside you where it belongs and my teeth on your neck. I thrust in and out as you gasp and quiver against me and the cool metal of my car.

“Please sir, fuck me harder, please sir fuck me.. oh please please please,” you moan out as you writhe against me.

“Anything my little fuck toy wants,” I say to you, which causes your pussy to clench and you almost cum again as I fuck you.

Totally lost in the moment, we both fuck and grind and kiss, the motion of our bodies together rocking my car. I growl into your ear as I pound your pussy against the hard metal and your legs wrap around my ass, urging me to go faster and harder. Pulling on your hair tilting you face towards mine so I can stare into your eyes, I see my own lust reflected in them as we fuck hard and fast. The control over you and my willingness to take you at any time or place just makes you lose it. As you think about who could be watching, where you are at, what I have done to you, you cum hard against my cock. You feel wetness coat across my cock and drip down your thighs onto the car as I continue to pound your little pussy. I revel in the feeling, knowing you are my little toy to fuck and take and tease and pleasure whenever I want. As your pussy spasms clenching down and releasing my cock, you feel me spurt my cum deep inside you as I bite your neck hard, sending you into another orgasm. I thrust a few more times into your pussy pushing my cum deeper inside you as we both quiver and shake.

“Thank you sir,” you say to me, once you have regained your breath. The muscles of your thighs still quivering lightly.

“I love taking my little bunny, whenever I want. You are such a good girl too,” I tell you, as I slowly pull my cock free of your pussy.

You miss it but the lust is sated in you for the moment and you look down at your shorts and panties on the ground, a question in your eyes when meet my gaze.

“Go ahead bunny get dressed, we still have to go to your friend’s house for the party, but I want my cum filling your little panties all night. I will drag you away to check and if its gone I will refill your sweet pussy again, Sara,” I say to you.

You get goose bumps as those thoughts fill your head and you slowly retrieve you clothes and put them back on. You smile, ready and willing for me to take you.

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?Your small hands undo my belt while I watch,? ?lightly stroking your hair with my fingers while you slide the jeans down my waist and thighs,? ?to the floor.? ?I step out of them,? ?and my body is even closer to where you sit on the edge of the bed.? ?You look up at me with naked eyes,? ?asking for permission.? ?My own eyes drink in your lust as I pull myself through the opening in my boxers.? ?Your eyes are on it now,? ?hungry.? ?But you’re not allowed to do it unless I tell you to.? ?You’re not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to.?

With one hand in your hair,? ?I pump myself to hardness.? ?Inches from your mouth,? ?my swelling tool pulses,? ?warm and smooth and stiff for you.? ?Your mouth is open slightly.? ?I watch your tongue move.? ?My hand in your hair holds you while I tease you with my prick.?

“Touch yourself,?” ?I whisper,? ?and you look at me again with pleading,? ?watery eyes.? “?When you’re ready you can have it.?”

I see your hands at your sides,? ?floating with uncertainty.? “?Take off your panties,?” ?I say,? ?and you push them down around your sitting hips with bilecik escort a slight squirm that makes me want to throw you back and nail you then and there,? ?but I don’t.

? “?Put your hands between your legs.?”

You tuck your fingers into your lap,? ?anxiously finding the dampness? ?of? ?your sex.?

I step forward,? ?putting my legs between yours,? ?spreading them wide.? ?My erection brushes your cheek.? ?I pull your hair back gently to make you look at me again.?

“Do you want to suck me??”

You whimper and nod.? ?I grasp myself tightly,? ?relishing the tight feeling of arousal jutting from my body.? ?I put it close to your lips,? ?and your tongue dances over them in anticipation.? ?I release myself for a moment,? ?reaching out to touch the pretty face I want to fuck.? ?Wrapping my fingers? ?back? ?around my thickness,? ?I guide it toward your waiting mouth.? ?I take my hand from your hair to? ?pull your chin down…your mouth opens wetly,? ?and I hear your breath coming heavily from an empty throat.?

With manisa escort one hand cradling your cheek,? ?I feed you my manhood piece by piece,? ?savoring the feeling of your pretty lips around my candy cockhead.?

You open and close your mouth around the thick tip,? ?then slide your lips down the shaft.? ?I feel your tongue flutter around me,? ?slipping deeper,? ?until you swallow me whole and I fill your throat with cock.?

I stroke your neck with my hand,? ?feeling my hardness.? ?I touch your lips with my fingers,? ?feeling where I end and you begin.? ?For a while I let you blow me,? ?watching your wonderful head twist and bob and suck around my rigid? ?flesh.? ?I look down on you,? ?your legs spread wide,? ?your hands between them,? ?fingers curled inside yourself,? ?wishing they were me.?

Your pussy wants me and you moan for it,? ?and my breath comes deep and hard as your slutty sounds excite my flesh.?

I want it harder now.? ?I put my hands on your head and thrust.? ?Your breath rushes against my skin as I? ?curl mersin escort my fingers in your hair.? ?And I stop letting you suck me and I fuck your mouth with long,? ?slow thrusts.

? ?Your body quivers while I use it.? ?Your hands are on my legs,? ?on my waist,? ?up your shirt,? ?between your legs.?

And then I pull it out,? ?and you gasp a little when the wet,? ?glistening length leaves your open mouth.? ?I let you gasp,? ?and then I firmly lay you? ?back,? ?spread your legs around my waist and take you,? ?all of you.? ?I stretch your arms above your head and bind your hands in mine.? ?I crush your flesh into the bed with heavy strokes,? ?my body taut and hungry,? ?muscles stretching hard and humping crazy rhythms on your curves.?

I fold your fuck doll body like a paper flower,? ?opening and closing,? ?opening and closing till it bursts into confetti pleasure,? ?piñata deathstrokes bursting sharply in your loins,? ?the joyous heat of you bringing me to boiling.? ?I express the thrill inside you,? ?stuffing your ecstasy with my bliss.? ?My excited boy explodes between your legs,? ?pumping liquid lust through solid flesh,? ?into your clutching womb.? ?And I have my high moment above the world,? ?while my body confesses to your depths.? ?Hot waves crash loudly,? ?then recede.? ?I pant and sigh and rest my spinning head against your neck,? ?and my mind feels light and clean.?

And when the tremors cease,? ?we sleep.

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Her pigtails make such wonderful reigns.

She digs her hands into my thighs as I pull her throat down the whole of me. No matter how hard or fast—she never gags. She takes it in stride, egging me on when I ease up and laughing if I tire of it before she does.

But try as I might, no matter how those blue eyes looked up at me as I fucked her face, I can’t remove every hint of a smile.

I pushed forward to move her off and she teased the head of my cock with that divine mouth. That tongue flicked, pushed, and rang over the first two inches of me before she inhaled and started the process again. When I pulled back she didn’t stop until her nose pressed into my groin. I had learned, trained myself, to slide her back and forth like a sled on greased rails. To use her hair to force her head forward and back in rapid succession, pushing her midway down my cock before dragging her back.

God, she makes the most wonderful noises. Little moans as she goes down, growls as she goes back up.

Fingers dig into my thighs impatiently. When she moves them to my balls I take my cock out of her mouth and give her a light slap before forcing her mouth back on me. I forget myself and shove her all the way down. But it’s not punishment, not to her. And her eyes show it, a little victory for her because she assumes that I’ll bow out early. No such luck. I still myself, hold my breath deep in my diaphragm, and continue to sling her head back and forth across the length of me. I beg for patience and strength as the voracity in her groan increases. All I want to do is feed her now, so I close my eyes and ask for solace.

Hands wrap around the back of me, fingers pressing into my flesh and I can’t take it anymore. I release my grip, find the back of her head and start pushing her down as I thrust myself up. A dozen thrusts and I’m at my end. The world is foggy and far away as she pulls her head back, my hands falling to keep her pinned.

The first two spurts fall into her mouth, the third, and assuredly largest, hits her square in the face. Kinky bitch. It’s what she wanted all along.

And now I’m too tired to fight her, so she has her way with my cock. Her mouth massaging and licking me down to the tip and then back up again. She wants to keep me hard, and at this point in the marathon I wouldn’t mind going soft. The bed seems like heaven, but too far away, and I just want to collapse into it. But pride keeps me going. Egotism. Contest. Superiority. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her think she can go back to girls after me.

“Women can go longer.” She gives a big puckered kiss to the tip of me before rising and sliding across the room.

It takes a moment for me force my eyes open. I wish I hadn’t immediately. She’s in a white cotton tank, extra skinny, and a short plaid skirt. Earlier in the evening she also had on red bikinis and a pair of glasses before I flung them aside. Just the sight of her made my cock twitch and that little movement caused it to ache.

“You can’t do what we just did with a woman.” I try my best to flash a confident smile and hope it lands.

“What, get a woman to cum on my face? Maybe you can’t,” she winks “but I can–anytime I want.”

“I don’t have to be as good at giving head. I fucked you until your legs went weak and you fell over.”

“And?” She picks up a glass of water and starts walking back towards me with it offered, but I wave it away and she presents an amused grin. She sips the water with the smirk planted firmly on her face.

“And I think that’s pretty fucking impressive. It’s not something every man can do.”

“Oh, but that’s the rub.” She shoots back the rest of the water and places the empty cup on the desk as she moves back to me, spreads her legs and straddles my lap. “The bet was that you couldn’t last longer or make me cum more than a woman not other men.” She flicks the head of my cock playfully as her other hand strokes my cheek and she pretends she’s sympathetic. “You held out for a good long time. Nothing to be ashamed about. But it’s time to call it.” Her flick turns into a makeshift hand job, a hard grind to remind me bayburt escort how tight that pussy is.

I have her pinned on the ground and impaled before she can react, my legs holding hers open as she attempts to squeeze them shut. It takes some fighting, but eventually I get her wrists down to the carpet.

Unlike her mouth, that pussy is fertile ground to manipulate, to make her feel what I want. When I shove my cock in, all at once, she whines and her face collapses into a scrunched mess. By the time I’m seven inches deep she’s shaking – growling – begging for me without a word. Don’t get me wrong she still fights, her wrists pushing up against me, her legs trying to pull in. The lack of control, even this little amount, makes her feel weak and soft.

And that’s how I’m going to win.

*****

She comes back upstairs in a robe, fresh from a show. It lasted forty minutes, so he must have been a fan. She always charges in 20-minute blocks for some reason I’ve never understood, something about easier to sell and the service she uses. And while I’d normally know this business inside and out, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I don’t love her. Not in some way, not even a little. I just want to stare at her cleavage, see if I can get her nipple rings through the top today.

Heather grabs my cock, strokes it twice and spreads her legs while she mounts me. “That just got me warmed up.”

I pray for salvation and dig my hands into her ass to spur her on.

*****

“Why do you think you haven’t married yet?” She must be in a great deal of pain to be stalling like this. So I turn over on my side to savor the moment.

“Why do you think you’re already divorced?”

“Are you even capable of being serious?”

“I am with people who are capable of understanding the words I use without a dictionary.”

“I can’t believe you’d call me stupid with my fingernails just inches away from your dick.”

“In my defense: I thought you were so stupid that you wouldn’t catch it.”

Her laughter fills the room and it is light and easy. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she is by far the easiest woman to get along with. The most honest and direct woman I’d met in a long time. It was hard admitting that, so I laughed instead. And we did it together, like a couple, shaking from the exhaustion until she recovered enough to tell me to put up or admit I lost.

******

I grab the sides of her breasts and squeeze until she groans from the pleasure and the pain. Then I milk, from the bottom to the top, and start it over again. It’s a simple technique off chi, focusing the energy to a central point but avoiding all contact with it.

When you use your hands on a woman’s thighs it’s called a tantric massage. When you do it to her lower back it’s called being a good lover. But when you do it to her tits it’s called the best foreplay she’ll ever have.

The most surefire way to tell you’ve achieved the wanted effect is that, for the first few minutes, she just lies there enjoys it. After that, when she starts begging or fighting or trying to please you? Well, she’s just goading you. That’s when you have to be strong, when you have to keep focusing, learning how she’s building up a resistance and what changes you can make so she doesn’t get a chance to block even a little of it out.

My-Real-Life-Barbie-Doll-Plus-Twenty doesn’t play like most girls, though. After a few minutes of torture she shoves her head into my balls and begins to suck and lick. The amount of pain and frustration she can cause me with this action alone is too much. As my left testicle sinks into her mouth, rolled around and prodded with her tongue, I give in, move my hands up to the ring piercing each nipple and pull.

Her mouth falls off me.

I spend the next eight minutes (god help me if I did anything but watch the clock, count and imagine myself anywhere but there) tugging the rings, slapping her breasts and tweaking her nipples; one after the other, harder each pass. Her breath and words float over the weak parts of me. I forget myself, bartın escort look to her body and I am undone.

When I pull her torso to the end of the bed she leans up, spits between her breasts and goads me. With aid of piercing rings like little slave collars, I push them together, nudge her forehead down with my thigh, and push my cock into the moist but inadequate valley.

*****

“Because women are better than men.” She laughs as she picks up the beer glass, her eyes shining pools of mischief and folly.

It’s one of the few times I saw her fully clothed. She dressed down in a way that said, “I could dress up if you were worth it, but you never will be.” A little make-up dabbed here and there in a semi-professional way. Like I was just another client or this was an interview. I finish my own beer—was it the second or third? – and lean forward with the most smug smile on my face.

“At sex?”

“At sex. At relationships. In the short term, in the long term.”

“You think women make better partners than men in relationships?”

“You stupid man.” She puts her glass down and squares her shoulders, leaning in to mirror my posture. “The funny thing is I think this all works very easily for you. You tell people that you’re that good and they take you at face value. All you have to do is keep it up long enough that they start justifying the lie, anyway. And yeah, I think women are better in relationships than men. If you fuck a woman’s brain out she doesn’t wonder how you learned to do it so well. When you’re giving her the best oral sex of her life she doesn’t wonder if a jock named Steve taught her how to do it in the back of her head.

When something is eating up at them they tell you. When they fuck up they admit it. If you men only knew a tenth, A TENTH, of what we went through each and every relationship with you idiots you’d never step out on us again.”

“Dinner says despite how cathartic that speech must have been, you’ve kept all the love letters men have written you, but you don’t keep all the ones from the little girlies, do you?”

She gives me a long, apprising look before she shoots back the rest of her beer and smiles. It wasn’t demure, but she sure as hell tried to make it look that way. “That’s the other reason women are better. They last longer.”

“No woman,” and I lean forward even more, the smug smile on my face replaced with the holy light of righteous truth as I say the words that always save me. “No woman, anywhere, can last longer than me.”

“Wanna bet?”

*****

Her body is held against the mattress. From behind she’s naught but a sea of tangled hair and curves. Ashen skin marked with bites and slaps and indentations shines in limelight. For the last hour she’s not said a word, not one I could decipher anyway, just sobs and moans and nothing else. She alternates between them depending on where her next orgasm is. When its building she cries, when it hits she blurts out the nonsense and purrs, and when it leaves and the pain comes back she’s crying again.

I’ve never been turned on by a woman crying and I’m sure as hell not starting now, but we’ve pushed it too far for either of us to give in. We both want to be the bullits dominae.

I haven’t cum in hours. I’m not sure I could if I wanted to. I’m hard, but not at full length because of the motion, because of the exercise and the friction. This has long since stopped being anything other than an exercise for me, a bet, something to win. Every thrust, every single one, is painful. My feet are half asleep but I have to stand on them, keep taking her from behind, because if lied down, even for a second, I wouldn’t get back up again.

Just keep pushing. Just keep pushing.

*****

“When did you realize that, despite loving her, it wasn’t going to work out?” I stab out the cigarette, it’s the first I’ve had in years but the way she offered it made it sound like it wasn’t something to turn down. She’d already swallowed two and working on the third in under twenty minutes.

The lines beneath her eyes are ığdır escort arched brazenly carved by all the tears. When she turns her head you can clearly see their outline in the light. “I don’t know.”

“When did you think that, despite having a penis, I’d be a lot of fun?” I exhale, doing my best to blow the smoke up and out like a circus clown, like a flame eater, like a performer of some kind to bring some much needed levity to the situation.

“The day after meeting you.”

“Was it something I said?”

“I think,” she tilts her head back and looks to the ceiling with narrowed eyes. “I think the big moment was when you found out that I wasn’t just a, what did you call it, phone sex operator? When you found out I did cam shows and you didn’t ask for a free one, not even as a joke. When I told you later that I’d do one for you and you turned it down that was kinda like a slap to the face.” She’s so much more beautiful when she’s not putting on airs or trying to be stronger than she is, like right now.

I pray that I’m the opposite. I hope I’m only that good looking when I’m pretending to be the man I’m capable of. “Thank you.”

She nods a few times before casting her glazy eyes to mine once again. The room is thick with our sweat, breath and smoke. There are a thousand walls between our gaze and I wonder if we can really even begin to see one another. “Would you like to stay the night?”

“No.” Then I pray for the strength to follow through on it, to feel my legs work long enough to get dressed and get out.

*****

She’s said the word stop a few dozen times now, but we both know that wasn’t the deal. But that’s all right, because it’s all over now. From the first time I hear the word I am reborn. It gives me strength and absolves me of my sins and faults. The power of it courses to my fingertips and they savagely grip into her ass. Flow into the tip of my cock making it as hard as it’s ever been while I plunge in and out of her. There is no fatigue there is no battle. This was just conquest all along. Fly up the banner, feel the depth of me in her already sore pussy and know why this was inevitable.

No little girl sobs now, tears—earnest crying. She’s crying as she cums, she’s crying while she purrs. When I bring a hand up and slap it back down against her ass harder than anything I’ve done before, it has no effect at all. We both know how over this is, but her citadel has to burn to the ground. So I fuck her.

Oh how I fuck her.

I fuck her with the true and holy ego of a man who never loses. I fuck her with the indignation of someone who actually had to try this time. My trembling, throbbing cock, so full and arrested, hits the back of her with every push. Scrapes the sides of her as she clings onto it. As her body begs and aches and tells me that she needs more.

“Cry all you want, little girl. I can stay this hard for hours.”

But when she accepts it, really accepts it, the words tumble out of her mouth so quick I think she startles herself.

“I submit.”

“Say it again.”

“I submit.”

“Again.”

“I submit.”

“You hold nothing back?”

“No.”

“You give yourself to me?”

“Yes.”

“Say that I own you.”

“You own me.”

“Say that you need it.”

“Oh, Daddy, I need it.”

“Say that you can’t believe how much I make you cum.”

“I truly can’t believe how much you make me cum.”

“Then cum again for me, one last time.”

“I can’t. I’m so tired.” She wails like the end of the world, like it’s all on fire.

My hand slides from her ass to her ample hips and takes a firm hold. My knees bend in a way I couldn’t sustain for more than a few minutes and my posture slumps forward. I’m perfectly aligned now. The curve of my cock fits to stroke the high inside wall of her along with everything else. And, prepared as I can be, I finish it with a thousand rapid bursts. I push her for punishment, I push to end it.

“Cum for me now you fucking beautiful slut or I swear that I will keep this going until dawn. Do you hear me? Tighten that cunt up and squirt all over me or this isn’t over.”

She cums without a word, and it’s a torrent, but not as much as the first few times. I cum too, and it’s pretty much the same. My ass hits the ground and my back hits the wall as the black spots of dizziness and fatigue overwhelm me. I drift to sleep that way as I hear the sounds of her relieved tears usher her away as well.

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