by Sienna Harte
I felt pressure on my nipples, and the clamps began to vibrate rapidly. This was most definitely pleasure I was feeling now. I arched my back, leaning into the sensations I was feeling. I moaned around the gag in my mouth. Nothing could save me from the overwhelming intensity of the vibrations on my nipples.
“You like that, don’t you?” Mr. Smith asked with a chuckle. I could only nod rapidly. I knew my pussy must have been dripping, and sure enough when Mr. Smith swiped a single finger down the middle, grazing my clitoris cruelly, he found the same.
“You’re wet,” he said in a false-chastising voice. “Naughty, dirty slut.”
I longed for him to touch me again, and he did. He made circles around my clitoris, forging paths closer and closer to my sensitive button. But no matter how patiently I waited, he never came into contact with it. I leaned my hips this way and that, trying to tempt him nearer the desired area, but to no avail. He only laughed.
I quickly saw that this was what Mr. Smith meant when he talked of mature punishments. He intended to tease and torture me to teach me a lesson, and it was working. I longed for him to either give me what I wanted or simply stop what he was doing, to release me so that I could leave and satisfy myself. That was what I wanted – satisfaction. But Mr. Smith didn’t intend to give it to me. Not yet, at least.
“You’ve become quite a woman, Lauren,” he said in a soft whisper as his fingers explored between my pussy lips. “A beautiful sight to behold.”
The vibrations on my nipples continued, pushing me to the edge. I wasn’t sure, but I thought…if he only got a little closer….maybe I could make it.
But his hands left my body and I growled in frustration and disappointment. This earned yet another chuckle of amusement from Mr. Smith.
“Want more, I see,” he said appreciatively. “Well, you’ll have to be a good girl for that. Can you be a good girl?”
I nodded excitedly.
“Are you sure? Only good girls cum. Good girls have to listen to their masters and obey.”
I nodded again. I’d obey; I’d do anything to cum right now.
To my dismay, or maybe to my relief, the vibrating clamps on my nipples were released and Mr. Smith’s hands left my body to unfasten the ball gag on my mouth. I was fascinated; why would he release the ball gag and not the blindfold.
It became all too clear what his reasons were when I felt his weight on either side of my head, and the fat head of his cock poked at my slightly parted lips.
“Good girls suck,” he said menacingly.
I opened my mouth all the way, and he plunged his cock deeply inside of my mouth. I coughed around his meaty shaft, hardly able to take it all. He had to be three inches in girth, and who knows how long.
“Good girls suck it all,” he said, taking hold of my head with his hand and pushing it down on his penis. I tasted the salt of his precum and skin and felt his balls slapping against my chin. “Good girls get to cum.”
I remembered my desires and struggled to relax my tongue and throat. It worked. His cock entered my mouth with greater ease now.
“That’s better,” he growled. “Good girls suck all of it. Good girls get rewards.”
His cock pumped my mouth, the head bouncing off the back of my throat at a rapid pace. I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to go on with this rough face fucking, but thankfully he stopped. I heard him breathing ragged and I had to grin; I knew he would enjoy it.
“I was good, wasn’t I?” I asked tentatively.
“Yes,” he said. “You were good. But it’s not time for your reward just yet. Remember, you were a very bad, bad girl today.”
“I know,” I said sadly.
“Legs apart,” he said. “And don’t be loud or I’ll have to shut you up again – and I don’t mean with the ball gag.”
I closed my mouth tightly and sprang my legs apart, allowing him a full view of my juicy wet pussy. I wondered what he would do next.
I felt the rubbery surface of some new invader poking at my tight virgin hole. Despite my wetness, it didn’t enter me easily. I groaned in pain, and was greeted with one of Mr. Smith’s hands clamped tightly over my mouth.
“Good girls shut up and take it,” he reminded me. I nodded, and he released his hand from my mouth.
The rubbery member that I could only guess was a dildo of a considerable size continued its way into my unused pussy. I didn’t dare move around, instead only lay as still as possible, my hands above my head, my breasts revealed to the chilly air, my legs splayed open like a buffet for Mr. Smith’s enjoyment.
Eventually I adjusted to the invader and it slid the last couple of inches with ease, completely filling up my hole. We stayed this way for a moment, me breathless beneath him, him presumably drinking in the appearance of me in all of my state, being impaled by a foreign object.
He slid it out from me, nearly exiting my body completely but stopping at the tip. Then, more quickly now, he pushed it back into me. It send delicious waves of pleasure through my body when it landed back within my depths. Over and over, Mr. Smith explored me with the object. When it was too much to handle and I believe I might cum, Mr. Smith sensed this and stopped abruptly. I moaned in protest and anger, but he only gave me that infuriatingly condescending chuckle before continuing at a pace much slower than before. It seemed to take ages before he returned to his original speed and allowed my tense pleasure to mount again. But just as he had done before, he stopped abruptly, ceasing anything resembling an orgasm.
“Only good girls get to cum,” he taunted.
“Please,” I finally said, breaking my vow of silence. “Please let me cum Mr. Smith.”
“And why should I do that?” he asked me.
“Because I’ll be good,” I promised. “I’ll be a good girl like you want me to be, and I won’t do anything naughty anymore!”
“I don’t believe you,” he said, pausing the dildo’s movement again. I resisted the temptation to kick my legs out in frustration, to demand to be uncuffed from his bed and allowed to go home at once.
“Believe me,” I said desperately. “Please let me cum, Mr. Smith!”
“No,” he said. “Only when I say so.”
I knew there was no pushing the issue so I laid back and allowed him to continue his exploration of my body, determined to let no sign of pleasure or desire seep into my body language or noises. He fucked me with the dildo as before, but instead of tensing up, moving against his thrusts, and so on, I was perfectly still, as if unaware that I was being pounded away by some overlarge rubber device. My act was so good that I nearly convinced myself I wasn’t feeling pleasure. And I had also convinced Mr. Smith.
“Resisting, I see,” he said finally. “Well, I have remedies for that…”
The nipple clamps were back, this time vibrating at a much higher setting than before! I groaned in anguish, much to Mr. Smith’s delight.
“There we are,” he said in a satisfied voice. “That’s what happens to bad little girls who don’t listen and break rule. So tell me, Lauren, will you be breaking any more of my rules?”
“No!” I cried.
A third clamp found my body, this time my clitoris. It pinched and squeezed tightly and vibrated as the nipple clamps did. It was far too much sensation for such a sensitive place, and I rocked my hips back and forth to diffuse the feeling. Nothing worked. Mr. Smith opened my legs wider with his large hands, pushing my knees apart and forcing me to sustain a position most agonizing to me, the one that allowed the vibrating clamp full contact with my inner folds and clit. Into my pussy the dildo plunged, hard and fast against my cervix until I thought I would explode. Beneath my blindfold my eyes were clenched tightly shut. I bucked my hips in rebellion, but Mr. Smith held them down.
“Please!” I begged. “Please let me cum!”
“No!” Mr. Smith growled. “Only good girls cum! You’ve been a bad girl. You’ll take your punishment and prove you are good to me!”
“I’m good, I’
m good, I’m a good girl!” I swore. “I’ll be good, Mr. Smith! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be good!”
The clamps were ripped from my flesh and my pussy was emptied. Mr. Smith reached out a hand and tore the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked rapidly, adjusting to the new light. The sight of Mr. Smith struck me again, as did the sight of myself. I was nude, my body was flushed, and my legs were opened wide. I blushed; Mr. Smith could see everything!
“Are you going to stay after curfew anymore?” he asked me testily.
“No, Mr. Smith!” I insisted.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Yes!”
“Very well, then,” he said. “It’s time for a reward then.”
I watched eagerly as Mr. Smith reached for his belt. The only sound to be heard was the leather sliding against the metal of his buckle as he stripped it away from him. Next I expected him to remove his shirt and tie, but instead he dropped the zipper of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down ever so slightly.
“You’ll have to be very good to see it all,” he said promisingly. My eyes widened. I longed to see Mr. Smith naked now. I realized that in all of my life, I had never seen him in so much as a bathing suit. In fact, I’d never even seen him in a short sleeved shirt or casual wear. The thought boggled my mind.
His dick sprang from his slacks like a hungry snake. The head bobbed up and down forebodingly. I bit my lip. I’d see dicks before – in internet porn and occasionally when a guy showed it to me unsolicited, but never so close and never like this. Between my parted thighs it pointed at me, ready for action. It was just as big as I’d thought when I’d had him in my mouth, if not bigger. It certainly outsized the dildo he had been fucking me with.
“This is your reward, Lauren,” Mr. Smith said dotingly. “You’ve handled today’s punishments surprisingly well and you deserve something for being so obedient. Maybe it will encourage you to be more obedient to me in the future.”
“Yes, Mr. Smith, it will,” I said with a wild nod. “Please fuck me now. Please let me cum.”
He didn’t reply but simply grasped my ankles in his hands, pulling my legs up and apart so that my calves rested on his shoulders. I gripped the headboard tightly in my cuffs, ready for him to take my virginity.
Pain came, but this time I expected it and gritted my teeth. He entered me slowly, as if he was trying to diffuse the discomfort. This was my reward, I remembered. I was meant to enjoy this.
His dick continued to sink into my wet pussy hole and soon he was all the way in. He allowed me a moment to adjust, simply holding himself there while his hands caressed my revealed breasts almost lovingly, pinching lightly at my hard pink nipples.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I think so,” I breathed.
Mr. Smith began to rock his hips against me, pulling out only an inch before pushing back in. I breathed deeply and adjusted to his size, taking all of him in me. Soon the walls of my pussy were holding him tightly, pulsing against his muscle as if to thank him. Shivers and quakes sizzled all over my body radiating from my core, and I folded my legs around him like an embrace.
Soon I was moaning into his shoulder. He began pulling out farther, reentering harder. He was truly fucking me now, grinding and pounding against my thighs with full force.
“Oh thank you!” I moaned to the ceiling. “Harder, please! Faster, faster, please Mr. Smith! Fuck me hard Mr. Smith!”
Mr. Smith happily obliged, pounding into me so hard that the bed shook, the headboard banged into the wall with every movement. My hips bounced on the bed as he pummeled me with his meaty cock, massaging my insides with his firm flesh.
“I’m going to cum, Mr. Smith!” I said in alarm.
“So cum,” he growled near my ear. “Cum around my cock, Lauren. Cum as I take away your innocence!”
This was the last push I needed. I convulsed violently around his cock as my first ever orgasm took control of my body. I contracted and released rapidly, sinking my nails into his back and biting his shoulder to muffle my screams. I felt full, too full.
I came for a full minute before I began to come down. Mr. Smith kept fucking me, rougher than ever before. He gripped my ass with his large masculine hands and pulled me against him, pulled me down against his cock. I could tell he was close. He pounded against me harder, shoving me against the bed. Soon he curled against me, biting my ear as he let out a primal sort of roar. He emptied his milky load in me. He had conquered me. He had taken away my virginity and fertilized me with his seed in the same night.