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Table of Contents. I strode over to her, laying my hands on her for the first time since we had begun. I took her by the hair, pulling hard. Gripping her hard by the hair, forcing her head back, almost causing her to lose her balance, I lowered my lips to her ear. She let out a cry and began to shudder. I knew she was cumming. I held her face looking at mine as she came, her pretty features contorting in ecstasy. She obeyed as I went to my jeans, and slid my belt out of the loops.

I heard her breathing, ragged and hungry as I approached her leaking body, the scent of her pussy heavy in the air as I ran my belt over her thighs and up to her plump little ass. I struck her rear softly, hearing the moans of disappointment, before amping up my blows—not to the point that I would leave lasting welts, but enough that her butt visibly swelled under the rain of slaps.

She cried out with each blow, adding in the number at the end. We stopped at sixteen—eight on each cheek. She was trembling very slightly as I took hold of her hips. She groaned as I slid my cock into her for the second time that night. Whereas before, I had looked her in the eyes and kissed her slowly as we fucked, now I began to pound her, grabbing her by the hair from behind as I rode her. Finally, I pulled out of her. I pulled her by her hair back onto the floor, flinging her like a rag doll as I pressed my slick cock between her lips, forcing her to taste her own juices as she began to obediently suck me.

With a groan, I came in her mouth and she swallowed it with a smile. Afterwards, I held her close—after-care, there it was again—and she curled herself up against my chest, burying her face in my chest hair. So, that summer, we continued to see one another. We continued our play sessions, nearly every single day, and at the end of the summer, she had accepted a job across the country working at a start up.

We broke up then, so to speak—it was her first real job out of college, in a new city, and I had no illusions about the new people and experiences she might want to meet and have. I was planning on going to a rope social. Outside my clothing, unfortunately. She was shy, and not much of an exhibitionist, so it took some convincing. But a couple minutes later, I had her clothes, and she was standing nude in front of a dozen people. I was even a little concerned, because I discovered that she had only had one leg, so we were tying up and abusing a poor little handicapped girl.

And not much would have shocked me at this point! She asked for her clothes back, but I refused to hand over her panties. So instead she put on her shirt, and an apron she found in the kitchen. Or at all. So as we watched the other partygoers move on to the next victim, I slipped next to her, and caressed her back and ass. For ease of access, I then got on my knees beside her, and we both quietly watched the festivities.

Meanwhile I worked my way between her legs, playing with her labia, and feeling her wetness which was now almost dripping. Soon I slipped a couple fingers inside of her, while playing with her clit. Wetness ran down my hand. As we watched in silence, nobody could see precisely what I was doing behind her apron, but most people had an idea…. Eventually I gave her her panties back, and to my dismay she got dressed. People were getting tied up, spanked, whipped, and every vibrator had its batteries fully depleted. I even got paddled for a bit, which was a first, and I learned it does nothing for me.

It was a BDSM social, after all. When things wound down, many people stayed the night. We climbed into it, I stripped down to my underwear, and she took off her leg and pants. Then as people sleepily walked past to get water or whatever from the attached kitchen, we spooned under the covers. Quick side note: I love spooning. So much body contact! She still wearing her panties, but my hand slipped underneath them soon enough. Touching her and playing with her.

When it seemed people were finished getting their midnight snacks, I reached down and pulled off her underwear. Rock hard, I pushed into her dripping pussy, and we quietly fucked. I held her tight as I thrust inside of her, silently hoping nobody would see what we were doing under the covers in the dimness.

She slipped her underwear back on just in time for the front door to open. A friend of hers, who was too late for the social, walked in. She jumped out of bed, and hopped on her one leg over to him, too excited to put on her prosthetic. Others came to see who came in. After everyone went to bed and things died down again, she fell asleep in my arms, quite happy that the room was cool enough to rely on each other to stay warm.

Some time later, in the pitch black of night, I woke up hard as stone. She was still asleep in my arms, unmoving. Should I take advantage of this situation? Take advantage of a submissive, sleeping, helpless, and even handicapped girl? Yes, I think I will. I slid my hand back under her panties, and sure enough, she was still moist between her pussy lips.

I rubbed her softly, and after a bit she responded with soft moans and gentle rocking. Unsure if she was fully awake, but knowing she was responding favorably, I pulled the covers off of us. I climbed on top of her, uncaring if someone walked in at this point. Pointing my erection at her dripping pussy, I lowered myself onto her. She moaned, and reached up to hold me. For the second time that night, we became one. I helped her get her panties back on, and we fell asleep together again. Though people suspected, considering the sleeping arrangement. At this point, all three of us had grown pretty close as friends.

It started out as requests from my boyfriend, who really gets off to the thought of me with other men. But I warmed up to the idea very, very quickly. A particular memory was us at New Years, where Jack thoroughly beat me at a game of strip poker. Naked, I made sure to pose a bit, just to remind him of what he could still be having.

At some point during the night, I make a joke at the expense of Jack. Some insult about his taste in music, just trying to tease a reaction out of him. It works instantly. His face gets so comically serious that I start laughing. Just to make a point I pull my red hair up away from my neck and show it off. Aaron comes back with a studded black belt, swinging it like an idiot.

He hands it to Jack, who gives it a few exaggerated cracks. We all laugh, ready to begin whatever comedy bit we think is about to come. He nearly drops his drink. I gasp, my eyes instantly watering. Jack lets off the belt, wiggling his fingers underneath the part around my neck, giving me an inch or two to breathe.

I realize that this has escalated past a joke. He sits down on my couch, pulling me along with him. But before I can reach where I was sitting, he points to the floor. At this point, my brain has ceased proper function. Jack and Aaron are laughing at the look on my face. After a few minutes, I am calm enough to take part in the conversation. Things seem almost unnervingly casual. At some point, I let out a huge yawn. Before I can even finish, Jack yanks hard on the belt.

The punishment aspect is delicious. I even start yawning deliberately every now and then just to feel him tug hard on my neck. More rules come as the night goes on. Every time I make a joke at his expense, I get a few extra seconds without breath. He stands up, pulls up on the belt, and has me stumble outside beside him on the porch. No coat, and even worse, no bra. I cross my arms and scowl. I realize that if I really wanted to, I could just slip the belt right off and be done with it.

But Christ… it just feels so fucking good. My head is literally spinning at this point. Seeing stars. The whole shebang. After a few minutes, he finally finishes his cigarette. I follow back inside, where Aaron is laid out on the love seat, reading on his phone.

Before being prompted, I drop down to the floor, right at the spot where Jack was sitting previously. He sits, and I sidle myself between his legs, lying my head on his thigh, not speaking a word. Hell, I am officially a pet, at least for tonight. The phone in my waistband starts buzzing. Aaron is texting me. Oh my god. Is this okay? Let me know. I put the phone down immediately, and the tension lessens.

So texts are a no, too. A total of three hours goes by like this. Jack and Aaron having completely normal conversations, me trying my best to join in despite being very, very distracted. Jack seems to be really enjoying himself. His power boner is in full force. The next thirty minutes become a slow crawl up to his dick. He pulls me a little closer, centimeter by centimeter, every minute or so. Pretty soon my face is laying directly on his crotch, me trying hard to keep still, only moving when he pulls me.

I sit like than for another twenty, my face basically forced into his hardness, my breath going through his jeans. The tugs of the belt drag my face over his cock. I break. I start running my tongue across it, hoping he can feel it. Aaron is still sitting there, still as a statue, watching. His breathing goes shallow when he hears the wet noises of my mouth kissing cock. Without warning Jack unzips his pants and pulls his cock out of his underwear. What follows now is a forty minute blowjob starring me, officially the most patient girl in the world, now finally getting my payoff.

The belt goes slack as I worship his cock, licking patterns up his shaft and sucking hard as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat. The alcohol that had burned my throat earlier makes it painful yet so satisfying as his cock reaches deep. He deep throats me over and over and over again. He has the belt pulled tight. His hips are now jack-knifing up into me, his dick pumping in and out as I messily try to keep up.

He grabs me by my hair and forces himself down into me, as far as it will go, for one moment, two moments, three-. Not just from the belt, but from the combination of it, the deep throating, the alcohol, and not having slept more than three hours over the past two days. I should probably be embarrassed about it, but for my first time doing something like this, I am happy I even lasted that long. A few seconds later, I come to with Jack cradling my head, and Aaron holding my hand. Both are equally worried, but after I assure them I was okay, they get right back to teasing the ever loving fuck out of me.

He unwraps the belt from my neck. Aaron and I said goodnight and almost immediately passed out in our bedroom. Hard, unforgiving, brutal. The next night, again, was a fuckfest between me and Jack. All in all, I had sex four times in two days. I cant believe that it might happen again. The belt is still sitting in the living room, right in plain sight. A very horny, somewhat lazy, curious to a fault, college student. I lived at home and had just started waiting tables at a restaurant, I took 4 classes at a local community college and played video games on the weekends and at night.

When I say sex, I mean bondage. Of course, I was still a virgin. For as long as I can remember, I liked being tied up, and loved how women looked bound. So, when I was 13 and got cable internet and my own computer, I went berserk. Through high school I would, occasionally, get to tie up whatever girlfriend I had at the time. I joined any and every bdsm and fetish website I could find that had forums or dating aspects to it. This was before websites like okcupid, tinder, and fetlife were around, right at the advent of myspace. So it was to my great surprise that a woman had taken a liking to me.

Janet Miss Janet, or Mistress Janet was 47, lived in Philadelphia a 3 hour drive from where I was , and had extreme expertise in traditional rope bondage. We met on a rope bondage forum that had a specific thread and portion of its website for meeting like minded individuals. The very early egg to online dating, looking back on it. She was very visible on the forum, and as a way to prove my masculinity and how kinky I was, I would send her pictures of myself.

I had a cheap gag, she saw me gagged. I had a small, pink, buttplug. She saw my butt plugged. I had a plastic, locking chastity device. She made sure I locked myself up. I loved the attention. I was a bit skeptical. To this day it is still a rarity that a young male finds an actual domme female, right? I still wondered why this woman, who had plenty of partners, would take interest in a year old boy who lived miles away. I would find out the week after I turned I drove the 3 or so hours to Philadelphia to spend a weekend with a stranger.

I was insatiably horny and struggled to not jerk off for the few days leading up to my visit. I was incredibly nervous, more for the drive than for actual visit, just hoping my 15 year old Acura would last the trip. Miss Janet requested I arrive at 11 am sharp, so at when I pulled into her parking garage my nerves were on high alert. Her apartment was in an old, refurbished brick building. The first floor of which were various shops, a deli, and a casual restaurant. She lived on the third floor in an open-floor plan, massive studio apartment. The windows let in light and let out views of a park and the city.

It was enviable. I still think about this apartment, it was absolutely fantastic. Who are you looking for? Did I have the right apartment number? Her last name was printed right under the buzzer. For a split second, I feared this was all a ruse and some internet troll sent me to Philadelphia to hassle a random woman. Only my friends and family and coworkers call me Janet.

Relief washed over me. May I come up and serve you? Two sets of stairs and a turn down the wooden floored hallway and I was in her apartment. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the drive down. I complimented her apartment, poked around for the views and sucked down the glass of water she offered up. There was a massive, 8 foot tall St. That caught my eye, and she noticed. It finally settled in. It was 11 am on a friday and I was here until 11 pm Sunday. There was no other way to spend 60 hours than with pure debauchery. Miss Janet wore dress slacks and a green, satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her veiny, large breasts and ample cleavage.

I had told her in one of our conversations how much I loved the traditional secretary look of blouses and satin. Surely she dressed this way intentionally.

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There were a few nudes of her on the forums, but it was nothing like the real thing. She was curvy, had a slight bit of chubbiness to her but it was, I surmised, just due to being nearly She was a plain looking woman, but obviously pretty nonetheless.


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I never would have guessed she was a bondage loving Domme that tied up boys in her free time. My fantasies pictured the blonde, huge breasted, leather wearing woman as the one to bind me tight. Not a business professional in casual attire and glasses. I could imagine she was a stunner in her twenties. The laptop and various papers and manilla folders on the kitchen island were scattered about. I told her the usuals, I was in school, worked part time. I assured her nobody was looking for me in my home town. She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted.

I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right. I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat. It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict. Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees.

Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan. She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage. The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it.

She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst. My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle. As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. The table had a 4 inch hole cut in the middle, and after Miss Janet adjusted my body, my cock and bound balls were slotted through the hole, and secured firmly in place.

The scene will immediately end, I will untie you and take off all gear and toys. Again, this is for safety. She slipped a blindfold over my head, pumped my cock a few times with her firm grip, and gathered some toys. She returned, marked by the sound of a bag hitting the wooden floor beneath her hogtied teen toy.


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  4. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I rapped on the weathered door, idly looking at a potted plant that had crept out and hung over its terracotta holdings. Probably left over from the last owner. Clunks reveal Eve, peeking through the gap playfully. She was beautiful, and I would have given anything to sleep with her. Bobbed hair, shaven at the back sat prettily on her heart shaped face. More disheveled than usual, flecking her forehead erratically.

    Her eyes were sharp and demure, wing-tipped with an unsurprisingly lack of care. I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room. Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work. She laughed briefly. I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. An empty vase. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table.

    I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter. I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out. Cops and robbers. In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos.

    Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. Jesus Christ, she was stunning. Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend and putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek. I wanted desperately to be the other girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my face burn. Those images were still burnt into my head.

    Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon. The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew it I was teasing out an orgasm.

    There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding into the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media. I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes. My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as I felt the weight of metal on my wrists.

    With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs. With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me.

    I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly.

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    I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over.

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    There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in. The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently. The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive.

    Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze.

    My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors.

    That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters. The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work.

    Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. That is not what caught her attention, his eyes. In his eyes she sees a hunger. Not a hunger for mere ribs, a hunger for something deeper, something personal. His gaze follows her as she moves about the truck gathering his order.

    She can feel it. She is vulnerable, naked, exposed. Shivers run down her spine despite the heat in the cramped quarters of the food truck. She rushes through the rest of the transaction. Why was she left alone today? His gaze is knowing, it sees right through her, it knows her thoughts. And with that Joe vanishes from sight. The rest of the day and closing are uneventful but Jovelyn feels an uneasiness at the back of her mind.

    Night has come early and darkness leads her way home. Just a short nap before I go clubbing. It has been a long day and my feet are killing me. Jovelyn awakens, groggy, unaware of her surroundings. A moist trickle falls from her forehead.

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    She tries to cry out but her voice is muffled. Something is in her mouth. Panicking her vision clears. She studies her surroundings. She is on a bed. Not hers. Whose bed is this? She still cannot move. Her hands are tied behind her back. Why are my hands tied? She looks further trying desperately to find something. Something familiar. Then she sees him. Sitting across the room from her. A wry smile inches across his face. In his hands he is toying with a knife.

    But more so she sees his eyes. Their Hunger. Their Lust. Never before has a man looked at her in this way. The knife he is wielding ever present. He reaches for her. As she tries to shy away from his touch she is paralyzed in fear. His hand wraps around her throat pulling her closer to him. She can feel the Warmth of his breath on her face. He brings the knife up letting the blade slide harmlessly across her cheek.

    The coldness of the metal sends a chill down her spine. He moves the blade down her shoulders. Down to the rim of her shirt. With skill he begins to cutaway at the fabric. Revealing first her abdomen then her chest, leaving her lingerie intact. He peals back the shattered remains of what once was her shirt. Her heaving bosom hiding beneath her bra.

    She tries to gasp as his knife rips through the thin lace releasing her breasts exposing them to his gaze. He looks at her, the lust in his eyes blazing. He runs the blade slowly across her nipple. Very thinly but with purpose cutting the flesh ever so slightly. A small drop of blood seeps from the wound. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth.

    His tongue moist and rough tastes her nipple, her flesh, her blood.

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    She winces in pain but something stirs within her. He lies her back down on the bed and begins to work on her pants. Deftly they are removed and discarded. She lies there powerless, naked, exposed. Her soft breasts. Her moist pussy. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained. He turns her over. She can feel him stare at her ample ass.

    His rough hands grab at the soft skin of her cheeks pulling them apart so he can get a good clear view at her rectum. With a grin he gives her a nice firm slap on her ass-cheek. He strikes her again and again until her ass is red and numb from the pain. Rising from the bed she watches in horror as Joe disrobes slowly and with intent.

    Jovelyn knows what is coming. Her pussy moistens with anticipation. Why do I want this? Not the largest she has ever seen but it will hurt once its thrust into her, she knows. And the curvature would make a nice fit rubbing her clit in all the right places. Jovelyn, embarrassed tries to look away but Joe has grabbed her by the neck once again. He removes the ball gag from her mouth and brings her face to his. With roughness and passion he kisses her, choking her until she gasps. Without giving her a chance to breath he sticks his tongue in her mouth.

    Tasting her tongue with his. He holds her, kissing her, tasting her, choking her. After long moments he allows her to breathe. He pulls her back, she looks at him gasping for breath. He smiles. Slowly and with great power he forces her head down. Down to his waiting member throbbing with anticipation.

    She tries to fight it, he is too powerful. The head of his penis touches her lips. She tries to deny him this access but with a thrust her lips part and she can feel his penis fill her mouth. She can taste his member on her tongue. The saltiness of his pre-cum. As if a force has taken over her she begins to taste him more, to lick him, to suck him.

    She needs him, she wants him, what is she thinking? Dizzy and her mind a blur she begins to passionately take him in her mouth. She lets a smile slip from her lips as she hears him moan in pleasure. I want to taste him, I want to feel the warmth of his cum in my mouth. He kidnapped me.

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    She pulls away, struggling to break free. He yanks her hair back forcing her to look up at him. He raises his hand and slaps her across the cheek. She falls to the bed, her face stings where he struck her. He grabs her by the hair once more turning her head to look back at him. The lust in his eyes blazes as she looks at him, tears running down her cheeks.

    He winks at her as he grabs her waist with his free hand and pulls her into him. Jovelyn screams out in pain as he savagely thrusts his penis into her unprepared vagina. He shoves her head into the bed as he begins to thrust his manhood into her. Forcefully, deeply. Over and over. The head of his penis rubbing against her clit with each full stroke. Gasping she begins to cry out. As she does she realizes to her horror how much she needs this, how much she wants this. Her pussy begins to drip, with blood, with her cum, with his cum? Jovelyn cums again. Amused Joe rams into her more vigorously.

    Jovelyn screams in pleasure, in pain.

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    He continues at it her pussy now raw and sore Jovelyn does not know how much more she can take. In a heap Jovelyn collapses onto the bed gasping for air. Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass. Making her scream once more.

    His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine. My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded.

    Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before. I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. My wetness — liquid lust and desire — dripped out from my pussy and down my ass as though answering his question for me.

    He smiled, then let out a subtle but visceral growl and gripped my wrists tighter as he began to thrust inside me. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I finally felt some release. My legs and stomach spasmed as he continued to thrust. He did a body roll-type thrust each time that stimulated my g-spot and pushed me to orgasm. I remembered his rule from earlier.

    Soon, I felt his cock again stretch my hungry, wet pussy from behind. His thrusts were deeper now, in this position. I gripped the sheets as he held on to my waist and pulled me back into his cock. I did, and was greeted by his outstretched finger, which he soon pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked his finger just as I had sucked his cock: I tightened my lips around it while also swirling my tongue around the tip. He let out a moan that made me feel triumphant. I could tell he was enjoying himself, too. Then he removed his finger from my mouth and I felt another new sensation.

    While his cock was still stretching and thrusting in my pussy from behind, now I felt the tip of his finger, wet with my saliva, circling the opening of my asshole. A second or two later, he slipped his finger into my tight asshole. I gasped immediately, having never felt my holes so completely filled as I did in this very moment. He fucked my ass with his finger in the same rhythm to match his thrusts inside my pussy.

    With my request granted, I closed my eyes and focused again on the feeling of Nate completely filling my holes. I gripped the sheets and pushed my ass and pussy back onto him, taking both his cock and his finger into myself harder. My tits hung down below me, with my nipples the hardest I could ever recall them being. My legs began to shake and my juices gave way, dripping down my thigh.

    I immediately relaxed. I turned over, again on my back. Nate held onto my wrists again, over my head. He let out another little growl of enthusiasm and began fiercely thrusting. I spread my legs as wide as I could to take all of him in with each thrust. Soon, he, too, began to shake and moan quietly at first, then louder. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, removed the condom, and shot his warm cum all over my tits. I loved the feeling of his hot cum hitting my nipples, cleavage, and neck.

    Lick and suck until not a drop of cum remains on my cock. Day 1 of experimentation as a Sub was a success and it appeared that this was going to be an educational summer. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs. He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels.



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