Still jacking his base, Amy began to slowly slide her mouth down and over Paul's cock. With every centimeter that disappeared into Amy's mouth, Paul groaned more and more. Amy removed her hand, and still her mouth continued to sink. Slowly, but surely, she was taking Paul entirely into her mouth. Her head dropped lower and lower into his lap. His cock disappeared more and more into her mouth. Paul felt the head hit the back of her throat, and continue to slide deeper and deeper. No doubt Amy was a pro at this. His cock went further and further into her mouth and throat until at long last, Paul had bottomed out in her mouth, and Amy had buried her nose in Paul's pubic hair.
They stayed like that for a moment, Paul buried length-deep in Amy's throat, until she pulled back quickly, almost coming all the way off his cock. Feeling his dick slide so fast out of Amy's throat was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. He gasped and held his breath at the sensation. Amy stopped with just the head in her mouth and held Paul there for a moment before sinking back down again, this time more quickly. Amy repeated this several times, up and down, up and down on his cock, practically fucking her face with his prick.
On one down stroke, Amy stopped halfway and began to swirl her tongue around Paul's shaft. And as if he needed any more sensations, her hand reached up to cup and fondle his balls. Amy's mouth resumed its up and down motions, this time with her tongue working Paul's cock too, as her hand kept fondling his aching-for-release testicles. All of these sensations were enough to push Paul over the edge, and he knew that soon they would. Somehow, between the feelings of Amy's mouth plunging up and down on his shaft, her tongue licking it's way around his entire cock, and her hand massaging his balls, Paul managed to say,
"I'm about to come." Or at least, that's what he meant to say. It came out more like,
"Mmmm, gonna…come….ahhh"
As soon as those…words…left his mouth, Amy pulled completely off his cock, mouth and tongue, and let go of his balls.
"Not yet," she said. "I still have to feel this inside me." And with that, she slid up his body, dragging her wonderful tits along his legs and over his diamond-hard cock until she had her pussy perched just above his crotch. She grabbed it with one had and started to guide it to her pussy when Paul stopped her.
"What about a condom?"
"On the pill," she said simply as she slid down all the way, impaling herself completely on Paul's cock. Any hesitations on Paul's part vanished that as he felt the glorious heat and pressure that was Amy's cunt. The totality of Paul's awareness was located at his crotch, where Amy's pussy and his prick were joined.
Amy's head was rolled back, her eyes closed in pleasure, as she let her pussy adjust to the girth of Paul's cock. Amy leaned forward, bracing her arms on either side of Paul as she began to move up and down his length, driving his cock deep into her pussy over and over and over again. With Amy doing most of the work, Paul just lay back to enjoy the ride and concentrate on not blowing his wad too soon. But with Amy's tits hanging just in front of his face, he could hardly stay passive for long.
Paul's mouth quickly found her tits and began to work with wild abandon; licking, kissing, teasing, biting lightly at her tits and nipples. His hands grabbed her ass, and kneaded the soft flesh, helping Amy to thrust back and forth against his cock.
Amy began to move faster and faster. Spurred on by Paul's attentions to her tits and his hands on her ass, she felt herself moving towards orgasm again. The closer and closer she got, the faster and faster she pumped against Paul's manhood. She sat up, withdrawing her tits from Paul's oral ministrations, but continuing her increasingly rapid pace on his cock. Paul, his mouth deprived of Amy's fantastic tits, took one hand from her ass and began to rub her tits with it. Squeezing them, playing with her nipples. Amy's frantic pace was driving Paul crazy, and he knew that unless he did something, he would blow his wad sooner than he'd like.
Paul grabbed Amy by the shoulders, stopping her from her frenzied bobbing on his cock. Amy looked at Paul with surprise and wonder at why he stopped her. In that moment Paul performed easily the most acrobatic feat of his life and in one move spun himself and Amy around, keeping his cock buried inside her warm, tight pussy, positioning Amy beneath him on the bed. Amy was stunned by the move, but Paul was right there and began pumping away at her cunt, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.
Amy quickly recovered from her shock, and started responding to Paul's thrusts. Moans and gasps and cries of passion and pleasure and lust; all came out of Amy's mouth as Paul continued his pounding, but at a more subdued speed than Amy had been moving when she was on top. Amy grabbed Paul's ass and dug her fingers into his cheeks, spurring him to go faster and faster. But Paul knew what he was doing. He stayed steady and relentless, thrusting into and pulling out of her cunt repeatedly, driving her (and himself) closer to that orgasmic chasm.
Amy wrapped her legs around Paul's waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her cunt, feeling his cock reach places no one ever had before. Surprisingly, this was turning out to be the best fuck of Amy's life. Whatever Paul was doing was working wonders. Amy was feeling things she'd never felt before, felt passion that had never been there, and pleasure she'd only dreamed about.
The same held true for Paul. As his cock slid in and out of Amy's cunt, he couldn't help feeling like she had been made for him and he for her. He had never felt as pleasured, as passionate, with anyone as he did right now with Amy. And, never before had he wanted so desperately to bring someone all the passion and pleasure he could offer. Their bodies were passionately in sync.
All these thoughts went through the back of Paul and Amy's minds as the majority of their thoughts were focused on their respective impending orgasms. Paul was holding back as hard as he could, but he knew that soon the damn would burst. The sensations of Amy's cunt squeezing and massaging his cock were too much. Amy also was on the verge of orgasm, with every thrust from Paul's cock into her cunt hitting some new spot of ultimate pleasure, heretofore unknown.
They entered the homestretch, so to speak. Paul's thrusts became less controlled, and more frantic. Each thrust was more powerful than the last, building towards that final entry into Amy's pussy. Amy was likewise reaching climax. Her pussy pulsed around Paul's cock, as it had earlier around his fingers. Her body started to twist and contort, bracing for that ultimate moment.
Amy's moans began to crescendo again, as did Paul's groans. Together, their sounds of pleasure climbed higher and higher, louder and louder, until they could have disturbed anyone in the building, but they didn't care. All that matter, all that their two worlds consisted of was Paul's cock, Amy's pussy, and the orgasms which were coming…now.
Amy's body tensed and froze, her pussy clench tight around Paul's cock. So tight, in fact, that under normal circumstances, Paul might actually have felt pain. But, plunging headlong toward the best orgasm of his life, all the feeling did was add to Paul's pleasure. With her pussy clamped around his prick, Paul finally lost control and thrust one last time in Amy's pussy, pumping his cum deep inside her. Amy screamed as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her, turning her whole body into something a pleasure tuning fork. Her toes went numb with the overwhelming sensation. The feeling of Paul's semen hitting deep inside her pussy was more than she could handle and just added to her orgasm. Her climactic screams were pitched so high they were beyond hearing.
Paul continued to empty what seemed like gallons upon gallons of sperm into Amy's pussy. Each squirt was a new wave ripping through his body. The feelings of pleasure were so intense, that later Paul would think that he must have blacked out. His whole body seemed to be conducting sensations and transforming them all into pleasure. Even after his cock finally stopped emptying into Amy's cunt, he could feel orgasmic aftershocks ripple through him. Even Amy's fingernails trailing down his chest added to this feeling.
Moments, minutes or hours, neither Paul nor Amy could tell how long they stayed like that, sharing the most mind-b
lowing orgasm either had ever felt. Paul lay collapsed on top of Amy, having not the energy to move. Their sweaty, naked bodies intertwined in passionate embrace as they basked in the afterglow.
They fell asleep like that. Naked and sweaty and in each other's arms.
The End.
Pride
Her back was hurting.
Kate would never admit that of course, but as she waited bent over at the waist, delicate wrists encased in the heavy wooden stocks, it was hard not to notice the tugging ache in the base of her spine.
For the first few hours she had proudly kept her chin up, meeting the eyes of everyone that walked past. Kate had ignored the laughter in their eyes, and pretended not to see the darker lusty looks of some of the men. She had never been one of these people, these simple workers on her Masters property.
It made no difference that she held no ill will towards them, she was different. Belonging to a powerful Man such as her Master was a double edged sword. Received like nobility by those who by rights should have looked down their long noses at her, but coolly excluded by those who were essentially as much possessions as she was.
The thick leather restraints chafed at her ankles as she tried to adjust her feet for what seemed like the millionth time. The initial outrage and defiance that had kept her slender frame rigid and unyielding had long since dissipated into woeful humiliation.
These stocks had not been used for a long time, serving mainly as a deterrent to petty thievery and violence within the walls of her Master's home. She was certain her look of pure disbelief when she had learned of her punishment had kept Him amused for most of the day.
Looking down at the ground, for there was nowhere else to look, she grimaced…her long silken tresses, so carefully tended had long since tumbled into the dirt. Tragically fitting considering her tumble from prized possession to public example. She knew it wasn't right nor fair to think such things, and her pride and logic had been warring endlessly inside her head for as long as she had been restrained like this.
Footsteps shuffled past and without bothering to lift her head she could tell it was the kitchen women, their not so quite whispers drifting to her ears as they passed snickering and probably pointing…
"Not so precious now is she", "…justice for such a wanton slut".
Their callous words slice through her rapidly weakening armor. Could they be right? Was her Master tired of her? Had He finally grown weary of her proud behavior? Was He even now, planning how to be rid of her?
Her sharp little teeth worried her bottom lip to the point of bleeding, her mind racing with the awful possibilities. No NO...He couldn't do such a thing, she was proud and sometimes difficult but He had always understood her so completely…transforming her from an untrusting sharp tongued baggage into His own sultry insatiable pet. He knew every inch of her body intimately and could bring her the most intensely erotic pleasure with so little effort.
She in turn had been beyond eager to learn to please Him, her passionate nature transforming into liquid heat when it came to things of a carnal nature. He had told her time and time again that it was never enough, that He could never tire of her greedy desire to learn more and try anything that might make His pleasure more powerful than the last.
Hot bitter tears threaten to spill across her cheeks, the cruel sting of helpless panic trickling through her. Until she can hear them…heavy even footsteps coming toward her. Trying to calm her heart to at least a steady gallop she sniffs and prepares to sincerely beg and plead for forgiveness.
"Not a word I warn you"
Her Master's gruff voice soaks through her bones like a warm caress. He had come for her. A single tear scalds its way across her cheek with relief.
The worn chocolaty leather of His boots comes into her view as He stands before her. Silent for so long that she wonders if she should begin to plead for forgiveness, but then He moves.
Crouching down in front of her, the thick fingers she loves so much pull back the tangled canopy of her hair to see her face. Not daring to lift her eyes she stares at His feet, her cheeks crimson with shame. His warm finger slides underneath her chin, lifting her face up to look at Him. His eyes are like steel, hard and unyielding as they bore into her own sorrowful gaze.
"Never, make me that angry again. Do you understand?"
His voice matches His eyes, the squeeze of shame on her heart tightening as she nods quickly, silently, careful to not make a sound.
The hardness of His gaze softens a little as He sighs, visibly relaxing as His head cocks to the side. Dark eyes sweep over her face, lingering on the slight tremble of her lip.
"You have something to say?"
Gulping in air to steady herself she wets her dry lips with her tongue.
"Forgive me m'Lord please"
Her voice is halting and rough, both from her long silence and the retreating panic swirling about within her. He studies her for a moment, taking in her disheveled appearance…wide green eyes shiny with tears, the softness of her cheeks crimson with shame and grimy from her day on display. Full sweet lips dry and slightly trembling… His eyes darken slightly as He feels the telltale twinges in His loins. His sweet pet, so open and vulnerable like this.
Her heart leaps as He stands again before her, wriggling impatiently for release from the heavy restraints. His warm hand rests firmly on her back instead as He walks around her, stroking her skin through the delicate fabric of her gown.
"You know pretty pet, you look delicious like this, so helpless and… accessible."
Her wriggling stills at His words, her eyes widening as He stops behind her. The blush staining her cheeks darkens with understanding. Her unsure voice stammers out quietly
"M'Lord?"
Bending down to release the wide leather encasing her ankles, he smiles wolfishly to Himself. The thickening length of His erection already beginning to press against the confines of His breeches.
He'd been watching her all day, from the window in His library. Long golden tresses tumbling about her delicate face, the light cotton of her summer gown stretched tantalizingly over her hips and arse. Her pretty little breasts almost visible under the low dip of her neckline.
So proud and fragile was His girl. He'd seen His people laugh and jibe at her as they passed, watched her gradually deflate over the hours. He knew precisely the moment that she had lost her battle with herself. Content that the lesson was learned He was looking forward to the spoils of such a delicious situation.
Thick calloused fingers caress her delicate ankles as her legs are freed from their restraints. Gently stroking across the chafed skin, both soothing and stimulating, sending goose flesh prickling up the firm backs of her thighs in anticipation.
Strong hands stroke across her spine as He stands, looking her over intently. A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the soft fabric of her gown bunching in His hands as he draws the fabric up over her pale skin. Exposing her with deliberate slowness, inch by agonizing inch as the delicate cotton is drawn over her hips to rest in the small of her back. His murmur of satisfaction makes her tremble. Wide green eyes dart about the courtyard with embarrassment even as warm slick arousal drips through her.
An unladylike squeak of surprise bursts from her as He kicks her feet further apart. Opening and displaying her to His gaze. Her heartbeat begins to gallop as she feels His strong fingers caressing the soft globes of her arse. Slippery anticipation coating her exposed quim as her nipples pucker and strain against the neckline of her gown.
His gaze drags down across her arse, to the telltale signs of her arousal. A low hungry growl rumbling through His throat as He presses Himself against her, leaning over her prone form to whisper menacingly in her ear.
"Do you like being out here, exposed like this my little slut?"
Her eyes flutter closed, embarrassment at her arousal staining her cheeks even as she whimpers and writhes against Him eagerly.
"Anyone could see
you, could hear you whimpering to be taken like the wanton pet that you are."
A low needy mewl bubbles from her lips as she feels His fingers lightly graze the slick swelling lips of her cunny. Gently caressing back and forth, teasing her slippery flesh.
"Would you like them to watch? For them to see me plunging into your tight little body…would you like them to hear you moan and grunt and beg for release?"
His warm velvety voice draws forth another low moan as His thick finger pushes into the slippery entrance of her sex…sawing back and forth only enough to make her hands clench into fists of powerless frustration. The images of the scene He's describing flickering in and out of her mind, hot rushes of shameful delight spilling through her blood at the thought of others seeing her need, her hunger, her passion for this Man.
The dark fires of His eyes sparkle as her body responds to His teasing and torment. His was such a responsive girl, so dark and naughty in all the right places. The silky wetness of her pussy bathing His finger with her desire. The familiar ache to be inside this delicious creature making His voice drop into almost a growl.
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