By the end of the session Tory’s tits are bright red and her chest is heaving. Tears are leaking from her eyes, making her mascara run down her face. But based on the tight set of her jaw and her defiant eyes, she’s far from defeated.
“That was pretty impressive,” Eric says, pulling the belt from her mouth. “You’re tougher than you look.”
“That was nothing,” she says. “I deal with worse every day.”
“I’m sure you do,” Eric says. He spins the belt so his hand holding it is behind her head, the buckle pressing up against the skin on the back of her neck. Then he raises his hand holding the belt over her head, pulling it tight around her neck, choking her. “And rest assured, you’ll be dealing with worse tonight. This is only the beginning.”
“I can’t wait,” she manages to croak out even though she can barely breathe.
Laughing, Eric lets his hand drop.
Before Tory can catch her breath, Eric spins her around and pushes her face-first against the wall.
Without saying a thing, he undoes the belt, releases it from her neck, sticks the tail in his mouth and bites down on it. He grabs one of her arms and pulls it behind her back. Then does the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.
Holding her arms together with one hand, Eric reaches for the belt with his free hand. He wraps the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then once again slips the tail of the belt into the buckle and sticks the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.
Once Tory’s arms are incapacitated, Eric squats down. Reaching around her waist, he undoes the button and zipper on her jeans and pulls them down, panties and all. He doesn’t take them completely off, however, instead stopping once the waistband is just below her ass.
Now her legs are trapped, along with her arms, rendering her essentially helpless. Time to turn up the heat.
Eric stands up and presses against her, his groin pushing against the top part of her ass, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. With his chin over her shoulder he slides his hand down the front of her body, stopping for a moment to grope her tits some more before proceeding down her stomach until his hand is between her legs.
He’s planning on rubbing the outside of her shaved snatch to get her warmed up but she’s already soaking wet down there—apparently getting smacked around turns Tory on quite a bit—so he decides to get right down to business. He slips two fingers into her pussy and slams them up into her with as much force as he can muster.
Even in her 3-inch heels, Tory is quite a few inches shorter than Eric, forcing him to lower his body by spreading his legs wider in order to get any leverage in their current position. The upside to this is his groin is now pressing directly against her ass. Unfortunately his cock is still in his pants. He’s tempted to pull it out but is afraid he won’t be able to keep himself from sticking it into Tory, something he’s trying to hold off on for the time being.
Trying to take his mind off his cock, he slides a third finger inside Tory’s pussy, causing her to gasp audibly. Moving his hand back and forth quickly, his fingers filling up her pussy, Eric fingerfucks her without mercy while she moans and squirms beneath him.
Every sound Tory makes entices him to bang her with more force; every time she cries out he pushes his fingers further inside her, every increase in her breath rate just inspires him to slam her with more aggression.
Once he thinks she’s getting comfortable, he forces his pinky inside her pussy, making it four fingers altogether.
Tory reacts to this with a high-pitched whimper. But Eric doesn’t want to hear it. He covers her mouth with his free hand and continues slamming her pussy with everything he has.
As soon as she’s used to this new development, Eric switches it up again, this time pulling his hand from over her mouth and gripping her around the throat.
He proceeds to choke Tory while he bangs her with his fingers, tightening his grip with every passing second without letting up at all on her pussy.
Unable to breathe, Tory starts to fade quickly. Her face is growing red and her legs are starting to weaken. Her mouth is slightly open and her lips are moving but just barely. Her eyelids are fluttering. But still her body reacts to his fingers: Her pussy is wetter than ever.
It isn’t until Tory’s eyes fall closed and her head starts to slump that Eric releases his hold on her throat.
Her chest heaves as her body once again draws air. Her face regains its color and her eyes reopen, wider—and filled with more excitement—than ever.
This brush with unconsciousness seems to stimulate Tory even more. She lets out a scream of pleasure as an orgasm overwhelms her body. Her pussy gushes juices, soaking Eric’s hand and dripping onto the carpet. Her return to the conscious world also appears to have heightened her sensitivity, as she suddenly tries to squirm out of Eric’s grip, twisting her lower body in an attempt to pull away from his fingers.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Eric says, his smile widening as he shifts his body along with hers. He doesn’t have any trouble keeping her under control due to the constraints on her legs and arms.
Tory does manage to turn herself around, so that her back is now against the wall, but it doesn’t do her any good. Eric keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, even managing to continue banging her as she tries to escape.
Tory drops to the floor, her butt on the ground, but Eric moves along with her, finger-fucking her more aggressively now due to the increase in leverage he has over her.
Tears are streaming down Tory’s face as she begs him to stop. But her face paints a different picture than her words; it’s fixed in a mask of pleasure, ecstasy even, and the cries coming from her mouth are ones of enjoyment, not pain.
“Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!”
“I thought you said you could handle anything,” Eric says, still not letting up in the least even though his forearm is starting to burn with the effort.
“Not this,” Tory says, her chest still heaving uncontrollably. It’s a wonder she can even form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too good.”
“Too good? I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“Neither did I,” Tory says. “But it does.” She groans and shudders again as another orgasm passes through. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just please . . . I need a break. I’m begging you.”
“You’ll do anything?”
With her eyes opened wide with hope, Tory nods her head vigorously. “Anything. Without complaint.”
Eric stops banging her but keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy as he pretends to think about her offer. In reality he’s thinking about how curious it is that pleasure can works just as well as pain—if not better, in Tory’s case—when it comes to breaking someone. It’s something he’s never considered before. But it’s definitely something he’ll keep in mind for the future.
For now, however, there are more important issues at hand. Like continuing to impart his will upon Tory, for example.
With their faces mere inches away, Eric offers a wicked smile, and says, “Sorry, but I’m having too much fun right now,” then goes back to slamming his four fingers inside her pussy.
Tory’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a low, long, visceral moan.
Laughing softly, loving the power he has over her, Eric bangs her for another thirty seconds or so before taking mercy on her and letting his fingers slide out of her pussy.
Eric barely gives her a chance to recover, however, before he’s back on his feet. Standing over Tory, he grabs her by the hair, lifting her up until she’s on her knees with her head directly in front of his groin. He unbuttons his waistband, drops his pants, grabs ahold of his rock-hard cock, and sticks it in her mouth.
Even with her hands tied between her back Tory has great oral skills. She swallows his cock greedily, going after it with v
igor, moving her head forward and back quickly, her hair flying everywhere.
Eric lets her do all the work for a little while before taking control.
Grasping two handfuls of her hair he guides Tory’s head, giving her his cock in long, slow strokes, holding it in her throat for a couple of seconds at the end of each thrust before gradually drawing it back out.
After it clears her mouth he only gives her a moment to catch her breath before pushing his cock back in and going through the whole process again.
Tory seems to have no problem handling his cock, so he leaves it in her throat for progressively longer periods of time, until finally he decides to see just how much she can handle.
Still gripping two handfuls of her hair, Eric slides his cock out of Tory’s mouth. This time he gives her a chance to fully recover before slipping it back in. He puts his hands on the back of Tory’s head and pushes on it until his cock disappears completely inside her mouth.
Once Tory is deepthroating him, Eric holds her head in place, not letting her move, her nose pressing against his stomach. There he holds her, his cock planted as deep in her throat as possible.
Ten seconds in, Tory gags and tries to pull away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Eric says, not letting up one bit. Her body doesn’t believe it right now, but she’s not in any danger. She’s still has way too much energy to burn.
In fact, to show her that they’re not even close to being finished, he presses even harder on the back of her head, forcing his cock further down her throat.
Tory struggles some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still Eric holds her head in place. She gags again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that Eric can feel in his cock.
Tory is panicking now, her head shaking from side to side, her body shucking and jiving, her arms and legs straining, but because of her bonds she simply doesn’t have the leverage or the mobility to get away from Eric.
It isn’t until Tory’s protestations become weaker that Eric finally eases up on the pressure and lets go of her hair.
Her head snaps back and she gasps for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva is dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears are streaming down her face, making a mess of her makeup. She coughs and hacks and lets her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.
But Eric doesn’t slow down one bit.
With his cock raging as hard as ever, he circles around Tory until he’s behind her, then forces her head down onto the carpet. He drops to his knees and nestles in behind her, then reaches under her hips and lifts them up so her body is like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.
Tory’s legs are still held closely together by her jeans, which have slipped down to around her knees but are holding fast, and her wrists are still bound by the belt. She’s still essentially helpless. Just like Eric likes her.
With his cock slick from Tory’s saliva, Eric slips it into her pussy for the first time all evening. It’s a bit tighter than normal due to Tory’s legs still being pressed together by her jeans, but her pussy is wet enough that it goes in with only a hint of resistance.
Tory utters a soft little groan but doesn’t protest, either with her mouth or her body. She simply doesn’t seem to have the energy for it right now.
But that changes quickly enough. As Eric continues slowly and deliberately fucking her from behind her body naturally reacts to the stimuli. Tory’s not a big talker, but Eric can tell from the growing intensity of the grunts and moans coming from her mouth that she is starting to get more and more into it.
This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.
Eric lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.
Tory reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Tory’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Eric grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.
She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.
“There you go,” Eric says as he pulls his hands off Tory and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."
Tory does as she’s told, bucking back against Eric so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.
“Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”
Eric’s arm slides up Tory’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.
He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.
Tory yelps and stops backing into him.
“Don’t stop,” Eric says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Tory.
She starts up again, less aggressively than before.
“Harder,” Eric says as he smacks her once again.
Tory backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.
Eric smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”
She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.
“Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.
Tory slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eric says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”
He lets her back into him a few more times before releasing his hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then he goes back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything he has.
Eric uses his hands to spread Tory’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It’s opened wide, just begging to be played with.
So he does, sneaking his thumb over to the crack of her ass while he continues fucking her. He gathers up some saliva and spits on her asshole, then slips his thumb inside.
Tory gasps and curses beneath her breath but doesn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picks up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently Eric has found the sweet spot.
“You like that, do you?” Eric says, forcing his thumb deeper into her asshole.
“I fucking love it,” Tory says, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs are straining more than ever against her bonds.
“Is that right?” Eric says, moving his thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”
“Fuck yeah,” she says.
“Well then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Eric says. He pulls his cock out of her pussy. It’s gleaming with her juices and harder than it’s been all night.
He desperately wants to slip it into her asshole but knows that shortly after he does it’ll be all over for him. And he wants to debase her more before he cums. So he has to find something else that will do the trick for a little while, giving him a chance to calm down for a few minutes.
Then he sees something that will work perfectly.
Smiling, Eric reaches back and snatches the wine bottle from the coffee table.
He sticks two fingers into Tory’s dripping wet snatch and bangs her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubs his fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.
Before Tory
can protest, Eric slips the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There’s a hint of resistance at first, but then it slides in quite easily.
Tory gasps and utters a low, wordless moan of pleasure as Eric slides the wine bottle further into her asshole.
He works it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.
“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Tory says. Her head is still pressing against the carpet but her face is turned back to watch the proceedings. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”
So Eric does, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappears.
“God-dammit!” Tory says, her voice dripping with ecstasy.
“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Eric says, laughing under his breath.
She raises her eyebrows twice in succession and smiles.
Wanting to get back into the action but not quite ready to replace the wine bottle with his cock, Eric grabs ahold of Tory’s hair and once again pulls her into a sitting position.
Still working the wine bottle with one hand, he sticks his tongue in her mouth and explores her tonsils while his free hand gropes one of her magnificent breasts.
They continue making out, Eric’s hand switching over from one of her breasts to the other, always moving, always exploring, never staying in the same place for more than a second or two.
It doesn’t take him long to realize he’d rather have his cock in her mouth than his tongue, so he releases his hold on the wine bottle—leaving it firmly planted in Tory’s ass—and shifts his body until he’s once again directly in front of her. He stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and guides it into her waiting mouth.
A full minute later Eric is finally ready to fuck Tory’s ass. He figures it won’t last long but at this point it doesn’t matter. He simply can’t wait any longer.
Eric slides his cock out of Tory’s mouth and pushes her head down to the carpet. He walks around the back of her and pulls the wine bottle out of her asshole. It’s gaping more than ever, ready and waiting for his cock.
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