Then abruptly she stops and turns her attention to me. She grabs my hair and forces me to you, pushing your cock to my lips and I know what she wants. I hold onto the shaft as I take you in. I am aware that you all are watching me and I try very hard to perform well, and you respond with a few moans. Then there is some rustling behind me and suddenly I hear almost before I feel a very loud smack and I glance up to see the woman wielding a large flogger. She hits me steadily and it hurts. The sound of the leather hitting my skin and this petite woman causing this pain is very erotic to me and I start to suck you harder. Really, she is soft at first but then gets harder and louder the longer we go. With every smack I take you in a little deeper, swallowing the head, forcing back gags, tears streaming down my face. I can tell you are about to cum and I wonder if I should stop. You sense me hesitate and you pull my hair very hard pushing your cock deeper, chocking me and you tell me to suck you dry. I am almost crying from the pain of the flogger and I can feel you harden as you cum in my mouth. As I lightly lick you clean the flogging stops and i almost sob with relief and release. The woman kneels behind me whispering to me that i did good. She is rubbing my welts and i am so wet from her touch and her pain.
You walk behind the woman and turn her around and you kiss her hard, pulling her head back by her hair. You grab her breasts and I can see you squeeze them and she lets out a slight whimper. This seems to encourage you more and your hand moves down and I can see her spread her legs to you anticipating your touch. I watch as you explore her cunt, your fingers disappearing inside her. She is so petite and you are almost lifting her off the ground with just your few fingers inside her and she is loving it. She is moaning and moving with you and the whole time she is watching me. I want to look away, as if I am spying on you all. But she wants me to watch, can tell by her eyes... she is preforming for me as much as she is for you.
You stop and you kiss her one more time. Then she looks at you and you both smile and look at me. I know it is my turn and I am not sure if I am more afraid or more turned on. Of course probably a little of both. You then reach down and grab my hair and pull me towards you all. You tell the woman to sit on the couch and you push me to her. I know you want me to eat her and i am scared. Scared i won't do well, I won't make her cum. But I know I have to try. You stand behind me and you force my face to her cunt. The smell is strange but somehow erotic too. I start first by just licking her all over. From her ass to her clit... softly at first, almost like a tickle. She is already so wet from you fingering her and I can taste her in my mouth. That sort of pushes me forward and I start to fuck her with my tongue, in and out as far as my tongue will go. She responds with a moan and I then move to her clit. I feel it against my tongue, almost urging me on. I lick and suck her clit, harder and harder and I know she is loving it. I want so badly to make you proud and I just think about what I would like and that gives me confidence and I begin to eat her in earnest. I feel her push against me tongue, her hips moving with me. She is going wild now, almost pushing me off her and I have to hold her hips with my hands to keep my face planted there. She is screaming now and I feel her tighten, I know she is cumming and I press hard, knowing that i am doing so well. She cums hard, and I continue till I feel the pulses slow down. When I look up she is lying back seemingly very content.
Then I look to you, my face all wet with her cum and you pull me on my feet. You kiss me hard, licking her off of me, tasting her on me. Then you grab my arms and you place cuffs on my wrists and hook me to a chain hanging from the ceiling with my feet almost off the ground. You seem to like the look of me hanging there and you begin to caress me . You kiss my breasts, bite my nipples, finger my pussy, noting how wet I am. Then I hear the woman stand and she is behind me and she is pressed against my back with her hands all over my ass. Her bare skin is cold and soothing against my welts and I can feel her hard little nipples graze me. She begins to smack me, then pinching me and fingering me all at once. I am getting more and more turned on and I want to cum so badly. I try to control my breathing and you notice that I am on the edge. You pull back and tell her to stop. You ask me if I was trying to hold off from orgasm and I tell you no as I look to the ground. You smack my breasts a few times and remind me that I will not cum unless you want me to cum. I nod yes and I know I am going to pay for that.
You step back and observe the scene and you tell me that you are going to let her beat me, that you want to watch me squirm. I am shocked and I plead to you with my eyes to stop this. I want you to hurt me, not her and I am afraid. You just smile and tell me I will be fine. You sit on the couch opposite us and you look very pleased as you watch the first blow land on my ass. I gasp as the pain sets in and I know this is going hurt. She lands a few soft ones, progressively getting harder with each hit. One, two, three, and the fourth one hurts like hell. I am moving away with the fourth and fifth hits, and she laughs. She says she likes the look of my ass wiggling away from her and she continues to get harder and harder. I am tearing now and you tell me it is OK to cry out. So with each hit I am screaming and I know I am at the limit of how much I can take. I am watching you and I try to focus on your pleasure of watching us so that I can keep it together. Then you suddenly stand up and direct the woman to stop.
She then walks in front of me and tells you she wants to make me cum. You agree and you direct her to kneel in front of me. Then she starts to lick my cunt. I can feel her lightly flick my clit and then she tongues me, in and out. Then you move behind me. I can see your erection as you pass me and I long to feel it inside of me. You press your body against my back and your hands are holding onto my hips and you watch over my shoulder as she continues to eat me. I am moaning now and you whisper in my ear to cum. The feeling of her on my clit is too intense and I let go and I start to scream as the orgasm courses through my body.
Before I even have a chance to get my balance you unhook me and throw me to my knees. You tell me to crawl to the couch. You sit down and you instruct me to get on. As I feel you enter my pussy I let out a sigh and I begin to fuck you hard. You feel me tighten around you as I pull in and out, willing you to cum. Then I feel the woman behind me and I can tell she is on her knees, sucking your balls as she fingers my ass. I am still reeling from my orgasm and the feel of your cock inside of me and her fingers on my ass sends me spiraling into another one. I am holding on to the back of the couch trying to take you in as my legs begin to shake from the orgasm. You are moaning and the woman is really working your balls as I fuck you. You start to moan and you grab my breasts hard as I hear you grunt one very loud moan and you feel this intense release as you cum inside me, pumping your cum in me, making me more yours then i have ever been. After your done you pull out and push me to the couch next to you. she also gets up and falls onto the couch, exhausted. I am lying there next to you and this stranger and the last thing I remember as I fall asleep was the sound of you whispering to me what a good girl I was...
The Blind Girl
Sara was just becoming used to her blindness when she met John. She literally fell into him. Strong arms caught her against a massive body. She could tell that he was enormously tall. She never knew why she allowed him to take her home. But now, here she was, naked, tied to her bed, and gagged.
"I know you can't see me," he whispered softly, "so I don't have to blindfold you." His lips were soft on her eyelids. "But I don't want you to scream," he paused, "yet."
She felt his hands exploring her body, much like she used hers to "see" something. He cupped her generous breasts and squeezed gently, his thumbs caressing her hardening nipples. She writhed, trying to evade his hands.
John laughed softly. "You have no idea what that does for me, my treasure," he murmured. She felt his hot breath on her skin just an instant before his mouth closed on her left nipple. He suckled softly, pulling the sensitive bit of flesh between his teeth again and again.
"Nnnnnmm," she protested. He was arousing her. She did not want that to happen! She couldn't let that
happen! Then he switched to the other nipple, suckling, teasing, arousing. His hands were in her stomach, then on her thighs. His tongue on her quivering clitoris arched her hips off the bed. "Nnnnn!" she wailed through the gag, "nnnnn!" The vibration of his laugh on her flesh only intensified the felling.
He lapped at her wetness, a cat with cream, as she struggled under him. She felt him shift positions. His hand caressed her cheek.
"I almost wish you could see me," he whispered, "but it's perhaps best that you can't."
Sara felt the heat of his penis against her. She moaned softly, resigned now. He was going to take her. Soft, gentle kisses on her face. She felt the gag loosen.
"Now you can scream, my treasure," he murmured. And he impaled her. She arched and shrieked. Even wet as she was, the huge, steely pole of flesh that rammed into her was tearing her apart. Another thrust. Another. Her screams echoed. And he filled her beyond anything she believed possible. She was stretched tight around his hot, monstrously long, thick penis.
Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing through her, unsought, unexpected, incredibly intense. He groaned as the spasms caressed him. Then he began moving in her, long, slow thrusts that pulled and pushed every inch of his massive penis in and out of her. The pain of him stimulated her now. Her hips rocked against him, meeting his thrusts as she whimpered. Another orgasm rolled through her. And another. He took his time, using the long, slow thrusts to savor her.
She writhed against him now, not in an effort to escape, but trying to get closer to him. The hot friction of him had her convulsing hard around him until he swelled and pulsed his hot sperm deep into her. John collapsed on her as the final spasms of his orgasm throbbed in her. Sighing softly, he slowly withdrew from her, moving his heavy weight from her trembling body.
Sara made no sound as slow tears flowed down her face. John had been told that blind eyes were expressionless. The pain and desolation he saw in Sara's sightless eyes made the sated euphoria of his climax burn like acid. With shaking fingers, he wiped the tears away.
"My treasure..." he began. She turned her head away from his touch. It was not a sudden, angry movement, just a slow move away from his fingers. He felt a surge of anger. He HAD given her pleasure! She HAD climaxed! More than once. The slow tears continued and his anger shriveled. He released her. "I..." he sighed, "I thought..."
She turned her sightless eyes back to him. He could still see the pain. She couldn't see his hand reach out to her. She made no move to cover herself, she only moved her limbs to ease them. Sara said nothing to John, and he could not bear to stay, to look into her devastated eyes. She heard him dress and leave. Then she curled up and let the sobs escape. Sara never knew how long she wept. The storm of emotion eventually faded into sleep.
John, however, did not sleep. He was reliving the past hours, from the moment Sara had been so rudely shoved and literally fell into his arms. She had not flinched from him, even when she realized his size. Her blindness had been a surprise but she had not apologized for it nor did she seem to expect any pity. He had put her back on her feet. She tipped her head up and thanked him. He knew she couldn't see him, yet the gesture, the movement of her head was perfect. He asked her to join him for coffee and they talked. Somewhere in the conversation, he made the assumption that she wanted him as much as he found himself wanting her. And when she let him take her home, he was sure of it.
He wasn't sure where the notion to tie her and gag her came from, but he'd done it, his size and strength making the task easy. God! She had been so tight! And responsive. But the expression in her blind eyes. Pain. It wasn't physical pain. Her body had accepted him like no other woman ever had. But she had looked at him, her unseeing eyes brimming with the pain of something lost, something he had destroyed. And it ate away at him.
Sara awoke, her head aching from crying herself to sleep. As she dragged herself out of bed, her hands brushed the silk scarves John had used to bind her. Sudden revulsion surged through her. Sara managed to untie the scarves. Bunching them in her fist, she felt her way to the kitchen. She stuffed the silk into the trash. Taking a deep breath, Sara stood still for a moment to orient her self as she had been taught. Then she turned and went to her bathroom. She made sure everything was where it belonged, her towels, soaps. She turned on the shower as hot as she could stand it. Then she tried to scrub John from her body. It was hard to do. His hands had made her tremble, his taking had been an incredible experience. Yet, that is what hurt so much. She had found him attractive. He had not tried to make her feel anything other than normal. She was beginning to trust him. His first kisses had made her quiver. Then he had tied her. Made her helpless. And took her. Angrily, Sara scrubbed her body again. And again. Finally, she emerged from the steamy water and dried herself. She dressed and made herself eat, although everything tasted of ashes.
The phone rang, making Sara jump. She let her answering machine take the call. John. "Please, Sara, answer." She did nothing. She could not make herself answer the phone. The sound of John's deep voice made her tremble. Why had he taken advantage of her? With a bit more patience, she would have given him everything. The phone rang again. And again. Each time, John would plead for her to answer, to talk to him. Sara finally gave in and answered the next time the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Sara." It was John. "I..."
"What more do you want of me, John?" She heard a soft grunt on the other end of the phone.
"Sara, can I seen you again?" John's deep voice was hoarse.
"Why, John?"
"I..." Silence. "Please, Sara?"
Sara was silent for long moments. "Very well, John," she said cooly. "You may come here in one hour."
An explosive sigh on the other end of the phone. "Thank you, Sara."
Sara wondered of she were being foolish. He was big and strong. And he had already taken her once. She spent the hour thinking, considering.
A soft knock on her door. She waited.
"Sara?"
"Come in, John," she replied. She was sitting in the shadows of the darkened room. She heard him come in and stop. She did not turn on any lights. She didn't need them, after all. "Leave the lights off, John."
"But..." he sighed, "okay."
"What do you want, John?"
"I...I'm sorry, Sara," his voice was still hoarse, the rich softness gone.
"Why should I believe that, John?" Her voice held no emotion. She heard him sigh.
"Was there no pleasure for you, Sara?" There was a forlorn note in his voice.
Sara shook her head, trying to deny that yes, there had been pleasure.
John saw the movement in the shadows. His body sagged. The pride gone.
Sara was still angry. And, much as she hated to admit it, aroused by his nearness.
"How can I apologize, Sara?"
She had been thinking about that for the last hour. "Take off your clothes, John," she said cooly. She heard the slow sounds of his clothing falling to the floor. "Go lie on the bed, John." She heard him move, the creak of the bed as he lay down. She got up and went to the bed. He saw her grope a bit until she found his ankle. She tugged until he moved it where she wanted him. She slither of silk around his ankle made him tremble. She tied it tight. Then she went to the other ankle. He obediently moved his foot for her to tie the silk scarf tightly. She had done a good job. It was almost tight enough to be uncomfortable. So far, she had not said another word. She trailed his fingers up his body until she could grasp his wrist.
John knew he could stop this now. He was strong enough to keep her from completely tying him down. He made no resistance as she tied his wrist over his head. She went to the other side of the bed and finished securing him.
"How does it feel, John?" she asked softly. "Can you get free? Try."
He tugged. Nothing. He pulled harder. The only thing he accomplished was to tighten the knots. He swallowed. "I can't get free, Sara," he said, his voice soft and hoarse.
Sara felt slowly f
or the bedside lamp and switched it on. "What do you see, John?"
He was confused. She had him naked, tied to her bed. He had felt a surge of hope when she'd told him to strip. He'd not protested when she tied him. "See?" His confusion was evident.
"Look at me, John," she said. "What do you see?"
He looked at her. Tall for a woman. Those heavy breasts that had felt so good in his hands. She was wearing slacks and a shirt. But in his mind, he was seeing the woman that had writhed, naked, under him, caressed him with her orgasms. Her sightless eyes seemed to look into his soul. He found himself weeping. Where had this come from?
"I...see a woman of grace and beauty," he said, his voice choked with his tears. "I...see a treasure that I have lost." He closed his eyes, tears still sliding down his face. He didn't, couldn't look at her again. The feel of the silk over his eyes was a shock and a relief. He raised his head for her to secure the blindfold. Her fingers gently wiped away his tears. He felt her leave his side. He could hear her moving around the room. He felt the mattress dip as she sat on the bed.
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