by Becky Turner
When he suddenly released me, it almost felt like he had thrown me back against the bed. I swayed in my binds, disoriented and gasping for breath. I felt David’s hand on my pussy, then, and drew a sharp breath as his finger explored my dripping slit, penetrating me slightly.
“You like being treated like this,” David said. It wasn’t a question, really.
“Yes, Master,” I sighed as he thrust his fingers deeper into my pussy. I felt myself pushing against him, wanting more. He pulled his hand away and I felt like screaming from the fire of need rushing through me, every nerve on my body aching for his touch.
“Rise,” David demanded. I swayed to my feet, fully uncertain of each movement and aware of the way I wobbled in my high heels. Standing up with your hands tied behind your back is no easy task, especially when you also happen to be blindfolded. The absolute lack of certainty was, if anything, even more erotic: I didn’t know where David was, I didn’t know where I was, I was just a body. A body that was begging for satisfaction.
When David finally grabbed my waist, pressing his fingertips into my soft flesh, I had to stifle a gasp. I felt myself spun around and pushed forward, into the same position I’d been when David had spanked me. I could feel him kneading and massaging the smooth globe of my ass, his hands sending sparks of electricity to every inch of my skin.
“Beg,” was all he said. For a moment, I couldn’t understand what he meant. My hesitation was, apparently, enough for a punishment; I squirmed as I felt the sudden, sharp pain of his hand against my flesh.
“Please, Master,” I cried out, unsure what to beg for. “Please, Master, please…”
“Please what?” he growled. I hesitated again, and was rewarded with another spank.
“Oh, fuck, please, please fuck me, Master,” I said, grinding my face against the sheets.
“Please what?” he repeated.
“Please, fuck my pussy, Master, please,” I whimpered, my pussy aching from desire. He had been teasing me for what felt like hours now, and I was dripping with need.
“You want me to fuck you, slave?” David said, grabbing my hair tightly and pulling on it, enough to cause just the slightest bit of pain, followed by tremors of anticipation.
“Yes, please, Master, I want your huge cock inside me, please, Master,” I cried out – gone was any doubt, any shame. I was an animal, and my only thought, my only desire, was to finally receive the pleasure that I had been craving for so long. The pleasure of Master’s cock inside my wet slit. I strained towards him, wigging my ass in the air. My knees shook; finally, finally, I could feel the massive head of David’s dick pressing against my waiting pussy. I pushed against it, desperate for release.
“Wait until I tell you to come,” David demanded, his voice gruff. He pulled back each time I pressed against him, determined to tease me until I was driven entirely insane. Without the use of my hands, I was helpless to simply take whatever torture he wanted to subject me too.
“I promise, Master, I won’t, just please, please fuck me,” I whimpered into the sheets. I could feel David’s cock entering me further, tantalizingly slowly, and moaned as I felt the huge girth of him splitting my young, pink pussy in two. I bit the bed sheets again, afraid that if I made too much noise he might decide to punish me further.
I could feel my knees shaking fiercely, and my body was erupting in tiny tremors with each miniscule thrust driving him deeper into my aching slit. I wanted to push against him, feel him entirely inside me, but his grip on my hips was too strong for me to move on my own.
“Beg for more,” David growled; I could feel his fingertips digging further into my flesh.
“Oh, fuck, please, Master, I need more,” I cried out. I felt my pussy tensing as David pushed further into me, filling my aching pussy a little bit at a time. I felt his throbbing cock as it inched slowly deeper inside me and he released his grip on my hips slightly, one hand slowly moving around towards my swollen clit.
His fingers found my clit and began to rub it slowly, gently, his pace matching the sweet torture of his dick as he began pumping slowly into my pussy, still not entering me entirely but allowing my tight slit to get used to his massive size. His fingers circled my clit, every sensation doubled by the darkness and disorientation of the blindfold, and he began thrusting into me harder, going a little bit deeper with each pump. I bit at the bedsheets to keep from crying out, barely able to think of anything except my deep need.
“Beg,” David said again, holding still with his cock halfway inside me. I squirmed desperately underneath him.
“Please, Master, please fuck me harder, your cock feels so good inside me, Master, please give me more,” I whimpered into the sheets. My muscles felt like they were suspended in time, the ecstatic feeling of his cock plunged into my pussy sending fire throughout my nerves. David began pumping into me again, harder this time, and faster, his fingers speeding up as they circled my clit.
He began alternating the circles with sharp flicking, each time sending me to a new plateau of pleasure as I felt his cock finally beginning to slip deeper into my gushing slit. Finally, with a groan, I felt him press the entire length of his cock into me and I felt my pussy exploding with juices as he hit places deep inside me.
My muscles turned to jelly and I was aware of a deep, throbbing, pressure pulsing inside me and rising as David thrust his cock into me roughly, holding my ass with one hand and pushing and pulling me along. I arched my back further, wanting to feel him in every inch of my pussy, and became aware of the way my body was trembling and shaking. I could feel my muscles begin to tense, almost painfully, and my breathing became shallow.
“Wait until my command,” I heard David bark from behind me before he pulled out entirely, causing me to bite the bed sheets again in order to stop from crying in frustration. My body strained towards his, my pussy begging for contact again. It was almost as though I was panicking, my brain and body both enflamed with desire, my only thought being a deep, animalistic craving.
“I’m sorry, Master, I won’t, I promise, please…” I murmured. I could still feel my pussy muscles flexing and tensing; suddenly, without warning, I felt David slam his cock into me, hard, reaching even deeper inside me. He began to fuck me roughly, each pump faster and harder than the last time; he brought his hand away from my clit and grabbed my ass in both hands, using it to propel me back and forth on his cock.
The pressure began to rise again as I felt David using my body like a doll, an object just to please his cock, and the thought drove me even further toward climax. Heat flowed through me in waves, rising from my limbs to my face and snapping through my tensing muscles. I felt like my blood was water set to boil, and knew that if David didn’t slow down, or let me come, soon, I was going to climax no matter what.
I pressed my face against the sheets and shook my head, trying to stave off the mounting pleasure that was flowing through me as David rammed into my slit. Suddenly, I felt David pull my face off the bed by my hair and press deep into me as he leaned forward.
“When I say now, you’re going to come on my cock,” he snarled into my ear, his breath making me feel even crazier as my body fought to hold back the balloon of ecstasy that felt ready to pop inside me.
“Wait…” David said, releasing my hair and putting one hand on the small of my back, holding me in place as he pumped rapidly into my pussy; I groaned as his other hand found my swollen clit once more and began teasing it roughly, flicking it and rubbing it quickly.
“Wait…” he said again as he re-positioned himself behind me, his cock now angled more upwards inside me, making my muscles tense even further with each forceful drive.
“Wait…” he said, nearly whispered now as he pinched my clit softly, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure to every cell in my body. He was fucking me harder than ever and I was shaking, my muscles aching with the tension, my pussy feeling like it was splitting in half. Breathing heavily, I struggled to contain myself, clenching my pussy tightly
around his cock and balling my tied hands into fists. My blood pounded in my head, in my heart, in every inch of my body I was a ball of beautiful, torturous need, until finally….
“Now,” David said, plunging his cock into me with a final, powerful thrust. I felt all my muscles release as my body bucked underneath his, a storm breaking, my ears ringing as my body was filled with a thousand bright lights of pleasure and my pussy clenched and released around his cock; he pinched my clit every so slightly and a new jolt of electric pleasure joined the tidal waves of ecstasy as they ripped through me, taking away any ability to think as I shuddered and came. David was holding my body tightly against his while pumping ever so slightly into me, hitting a deep pocket of nerves that milked the head of his cock and sent tendrils of mind-numbing relief throughout my abused body.
I could feel a hot liquid gushing inside me, each spurt hitting even more sensitive nerves inside me as David unleashed what felt like gallons and gallons of cum into my pulsing, contracting pussy. He released spurt after spurt of cum inside me and as my orgasm finally ebbed, leaving me panting and shaking with my head pressed into the mattress, I savored the feeling of his hot cum filling my pussy, mingling with my own juices and dripping, slowly, down my thighs. My pussy was still clenching slightly, and David remained inside me even after the last spurt, allowing me to relish the feel of his cock as it slowly wilted inside me.
He finally pulled out, slowly, his cock making a wet noise as it left my dripping, cum-filled slit. I could feel my ass quivering and my legs shaking from the aftershocks of my climax. I felt David’s hands on my butt, which was still sore from the spanking he had given me early. He caressed it tenderly now, and I felt his lips against my spine as he slowly planted long, lingering kisses down my back.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered into my flesh. I obeyed, not even really thinking about anything anymore; my body jumped slightly when I felt him gently dip a finger into my pussy. He removed it quickly and I soon felt his finger against my tongue; I automatically closed my mouth around it, sucking his cum and my own juices and moaning around it.
He pulled his finger out slowly and I felt his hands move to my wrists. He undid the tie quickly and my arms collapsed to the sides, sore from being constrained behind my back and lifeless from the intense pleasure I had just experienced. I felt David pull the blindfold away from my eyes, as well, and blinked rapidly to get re-accustomed to the lighting. As I blinked, I again couldn’t believe where I was. The bed was gigantic and soft, the sheets silky and cool against my face.
Just as I was getting my bearings again and beginning to process everything, David suddenly grabbed my hips again and flipped me around. He was standing between my legs and looking down on me, a strange, but very welcome, look on his face. I moaned and squirmed, still feeling like I was full of a warm, bright light. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips.
“That was amazing,” he said, breaking the kiss only for a moment before pressing his lips against mine again. His tongue met mine and they played against each other softly. Pulling away again, he just looked down on me and smiled, shaking his head. I began to feel a creeping embarrassment, aware of how truly inexperienced I was. I bit my lip and looked up at him sheepishly.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, wondering why he was giving me such a strange look. David chuckled and grabbed my thighs, massaging them softly.
“You could say that,” he said, his eyes travelling up and down my prone body. I propped myself up on my elbows, wondering what I’d done wrong, what foolish thing I’d done to make him laugh at me. “You shouldn’t have been so delicious.”
I looked at him curiously, not sure what he meant. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back and lifted me up into an embrace.
“I don’t like falling in love,” he whispered as he held me tightly against him. My heart fluttered and I melted into his embrace. We stayed like that for a long while, my mind racing to try and accept the way my life had changed so deeply in such a short amount of time. I wasn’t sure if I loved David, but I knew that I felt something – and that I never wanted that feeling to leave.
As he held me, I realized how tired I was. My climax had left me drained, but so had the sudden rush of closeness, the developing desire to never let go. David seemed to have some sort of paranormal sense; releasing me, he climbed into the bed next to me. We both smiled and laughed as we scooched up to the headrest, the comical movements a grand contrast to the mind-blowing sex we’d just been having. But my laughter and smile disappeared almost as soon as my head hit the pillow; after that, it was all dreams. Dreams of David.
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