We'd been married for seven years when I broke down and told him what I really wanted. It had taken me that long to come to grips with my inner demons. The sex had always been good, but there was always something lacking. I just couldn't let go. Always, I withheld some small part of myself. He knew. He always asked me what more he could do; what were my fantasies? He thought it was something he wasn't doing physically.
A rapid succession of blows followed that one, each one sharper. I writhed in pain upon the carpet, the flesh of my sweet, round ass aflame and reddening. "Please sir, please stop," I moaned into the carpet.
"Did I give you leave to speak, slut?" His voice, angry now, shocked me.
I had never heard him angry at me in all our time together. I trembled and wept shaking my head no, the sobs rolling over my lips like hiccups. Another rapid series of blows along my ass and thighs. I rolled my hips attempting to avoid them, my breathing that of a terrified beast winded from the chase. I was burning from the blows. Suddenly his hand was in my hair pulling me upwards. I scrambled to stand without losing my balance and falling flat on my face.
He tilted my face towards him, his eyes studying mine, moving to my lips and then further down my body. I felt so exposed I could only tremble with baited breath before him. I knew I must look a mess. Red faced and teary eyed, my full breasts heaving from the exertion. He pulled me to him now, kissing me full on the mouth. His tongue forcing a path between my lips and probing the inner recesses there. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him to do as he would, kissing him back with a fervor I never knew existed. His other hand caressed my swollen nipples, sending shock waves down my spine. They were so sensitive and throbbed harder with every silken touch. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, obviously delighting in the texture. He pulled my nipples until I could no longer bear it and I cried out against his mouth. Then he laughed softly, his hand wandering down my belly into the neatly trimmed patch of curls that graced my mound. I tensed against him, hoping, wanting, desiring what was to come next. But he smiled down at me and ordered me to my knees.
I knelt before him, my eyes level with his zipper. I thought I knew what he wanted. I unbuckled his belt and slipped it from the loops. He grasped it with his hand, taking it from me. I glanced up at him swiftly and with great trepidation. Hadn't I been punished enough? He gave me an enigmatic smile and waited. I returned my attention to his breeches, unbuttoning and unzipping him. Sliding them down his legs, my fingers trailing against the taut flesh of his thighs.
I had always admired his legs. I pulled his briefs down, freeing his hard cock. It bounced
before me, engorged and splendid. I glanced up at him and smiled. This was something I was
at least familiar with. With one hand I traced a path up his thigh to his freshly shaved sack. I grazed his balls lightly with my nails, eliciting a shiver and a low moan. Cupping them tenderly, my other hand grasped the shaft of his cock, I pulled it towards my waiting lips. I rubbed my lips over the silky head, enjoying the texture of his flesh against my own. Using my tongue I traced a trail from head to shaft, feather light and teasing, down to the tightening flesh of his sack.
As he grew taut in my hand I knew he was ready for more. I plunged his cock fully into my mouth, my lips tight against the shaft as I sucked up and down his length. I maintained a slow steady pace, drawing him in and out, applying more pressure as his head slid between my lips. His moans were guttural now, and I could no longer control my own. I picked up the pace massaging his length with my hot, moist mouth, his head touched the back of my throat causing me to stiffen as I tried to accept him fully.
He had taken control now, thrusting back and forth into my numbing lips, his cock hard and demanding against my tongue and throat. I moaned against him uncontrollably and felt the first jet of semen hit the back of my tongue and trickle down my throat as I swallowed convulsively.
As his orgasm washed over him I found myself licking him clean, shocked at my own willingness. He sighed a deep, contented sigh, his fingers moving from my hair to grasp my chin so that he could gaze into my eyes. "Wonderful, my pet." He pulled me upwards and towards him into a sweet, warm embrace.
"Next time I will teach you something new," he said as he turned me around, pulling my naked
backside hard against his semi-erect cock.
He moved his hips slowly, grinding himself to hardness. His hands moved to cup my breasts. His fingers pulled softly upon my aching nipples. I moaned his name, catching my lip between my teeth as i felt myself growing wet anew. One hand pinching and twisting my throbbing flesh, he trailed the other down my side, across my hip to the tiny patch of curls upon my mound. He dallied there, grazing my flesh with his fingernails as I twisted my hips in anticipation.
"Spread your legs for me, pet," he whispered against my ear.
I shivered and did as he commanded. His fingers played havoc with my senses brushing the swollen flesh of my clitoris with agonizing slowness. Trying to catch my breath, I inhaled deeply and exhaled a moan of utter longing. He smiled against my neck biting my flesh, causing me to shiver with delightful abandon. His hand trailed down further his fingers spreading me open. The cool air touching my hot, moist flesh caused me to quiver and shudder against him.
"Bend over, little one," he said as he moved to grasp me around the hips with both hands. "Put your hands on the floor."
I groaned with anticipation as I felt the head of his cock graze my swollen pussy lips. He held the head against my opening, rubbing it up and down, bathing it in my juices.
"Tell me how much you need to be fucked," he demanded.
I moaned pleadingly, and closed my eyes. "Please Michael..."
"Please, sir," he responded.
I felt tears of frustration and shame spill from my closed eyelids. I wanted him so badly. "Please, sir," I whispered.
"What is it you want you little slut?" he asked me, the head of his cock rubbed softly against
me, teasingly.
"I want you to fuck me, sir," I said breathlessly.
He pushed my hips roughly, knocking me to the floor. I waited there on my hands and knees, my breasts heaving as I began to cry in earnest.
He leaned over me, his cock grazing the crease between my buttocks causing me to shiver violently. He gave a low chuckle as he noted my reaction, and moved his fingers to my ass.
"Perhaps I would prefer your ass to your pussy, it is so nice and tight after all."
My body froze in fear as I contemplated the pain. I could only hold my breath as he made his decision.
"What do you think, little one?" he asked me, his finger slowly massaging the tightening muscle of my sphincter.
I cried softly, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to burst forth.
"I want to please you, sir," I found myself saying between ragged gasps for air.
It felt so good, but I knew there would be great pain to come. I felt him pull away from me momentarily.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
His palm cracked across my ass, causing me to flinch and cry out from the shock.
"You were not given leave to question me," he responded roughly.
My back arched with tension as I felt the drops of oil patter down upon my constricting muscles. I could not help but sob when I realized his intentions.
"Relax, love," he murmured as he rubbed the oil into my tightening orifice.
He slipped a finger in and I groaned.
"You know you love this, stop fighting it." His voice held laughter and desire altogether.
Another finger and I was panting. He pushed his fingers in and out, adding more oil. In the meantime his other hand moved round to my swollen clit. He began to rub it in earnest, quickening his pace as my moaning increased. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass, demanding entrance.
"Relax, don't clench your muscles. It will only hurt for a minute," he said as the head of his cock replaced his fingers.
I gasped and sobbed softy, the pain suffusing my body as he spread me wide. His cock slid into me, a silky hard battering ram, invading my darkest nether region. I groaned and tried to relax, the pain washed over me in waves. He increased the pressure on my clit, giving it long strokes. I writhed beneath him in a mixture of pleasure and pain, losing myself in it. I was tightening all over, my nipples swollen and throbbing, my cunt dripping moisture. I moaned his name pleadingly, seeking release. He began to move slowly inside me, stroking my walls, a slow fire building that seemed to tingle throughout my body as I strained towards climax.
As the intensity built the pain faded, and I found myself pushing against him causing his cock to slide even deeper still. His hands twined in my hair now and he commanded me to rub my clit. My fingers on that swollen flesh played in rhythm to his thrusts. I felt myself
on the verge, the peak of orgasm.
"Do not cum," he said sternly.
I moaned and sobbed, trying to hold it back, the pleasure bleeding over into pain as I tried to obey him. "Please sir,' I moaned, 'please let me cum," I begged shamelessly.
"Not until I say you can." his voice was breathless now.
I bucked against him, my body moving of its own volition. Sobbing, begging, I felt like a finely tuned instrument that he played at his whim. Finally he began to spasm within me.
"You may come, pet."
I barely heard his voice, but my body responded with a wild bucking release. It shuddered through me, a mind consuming orgasm like none other I had ever experienced. I collapsed and lay gasping on the floor.
Thus began our new life together.
A rapid succession of blows followed that one, each one sharper. I writhed in pain upon the carpet, the flesh of my sweet, round ass aflame and reddening. "Please sir, please stop," I moaned into the carpet.
"Did I give you leave to speak, slut?" His voice, angry now, shocked me.
I had never heard him angry at me in all our time together. I trembled and wept shaking my head no, the sobs rolling over my lips like hiccups. Another rapid series of blows along my ass and thighs. I rolled my hips attempting to avoid them, my breathing that of a terrified beast winded from the chase. I was burning from the blows. Suddenly his hand was in my hair pulling me upwards. I scrambled to stand without losing my balance and falling flat on my face.
He tilted my face towards him, his eyes studying mine, moving to my lips and then further down my body. I felt so exposed I could only tremble with baited breath before him. I knew I must look a mess. Red faced and teary eyed, my full breasts heaving from the exertion. He pulled me to him now, kissing me full on the mouth. His tongue forcing a path between my lips and probing the inner recesses there. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him to do as he would, kissing him back with a fervor I never knew existed. His other hand caressed my swollen nipples, sending shock waves down my spine. They were so sensitive and throbbed harder with every silken touch. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, obviously delighting in the texture. He pulled my nipples until I could no longer bear it and I cried out against his mouth. Then he laughed softly, his hand wandering down my belly into the neatly trimmed patch of curls that graced my mound. I tensed against him, hoping, wanting, desiring what was to come next. But he smiled down at me and ordered me to my knees.
I knelt before him, my eyes level with his zipper. I thought I knew what he wanted. I unbuckled his belt and slipped it from the loops. He grasped it with his hand, taking it from me. I glanced up at him swiftly and with great trepidation. Hadn't I been punished enough? He gave me an enigmatic smile and waited. I returned my attention to his breeches, unbuttoning and unzipping him. Sliding them down his legs, my fingers trailing against the taut flesh of his thighs.
I had always admired his legs. I pulled his briefs down, freeing his hard cock. It bounced
before me, engorged and splendid. I glanced up at him and smiled. This was something I was
at least familiar with. With one hand I traced a path up his thigh to his freshly shaved sack. I grazed his balls lightly with my nails, eliciting a shiver and a low moan. Cupping them tenderly, my other hand grasped the shaft of his cock, I pulled it towards my waiting lips. I rubbed my lips over the silky head, enjoying the texture of his flesh against my own. Using my tongue I traced a trail from head to shaft, feather light and teasing, down to the tightening flesh of his sack.
As he grew taut in my hand I knew he was ready for more. I plunged his cock fully into my mouth, my lips tight against the shaft as I sucked up and down his length. I maintained a slow steady pace, drawing him in and out, applying more pressure as his head slid between my lips. His moans were guttural now, and I could no longer control my own. I picked up the pace massaging his length with my hot, moist mouth, his head touched the back of my throat causing me to stiffen as I tried to accept him fully.
He had taken control now, thrusting back and forth into my numbing lips, his cock hard and demanding against my tongue and throat. I moaned against him uncontrollably and felt the first jet of semen hit the back of my tongue and trickle down my throat as I swallowed convulsively.
As his orgasm washed over him I found myself licking him clean, shocked at my own willingness. He sighed a deep, contented sigh, his fingers moving from my hair to grasp my chin so that he could gaze into my eyes. "Wonderful, my pet." He pulled me upwards and towards him into a sweet, warm embrace.
"Next time I will teach you something new," he said as he turned me around, pulling my naked
backside hard against his semi-erect cock.
He moved his hips slowly, grinding himself to hardness. His hands moved to cup my breasts. His fingers pulled softly upon my aching nipples. I moaned his name, catching my lip between my teeth as i felt myself growing wet anew. One hand pinching and twisting my throbbing flesh, he trailed the other down my side, across my hip to the tiny patch of curls upon my mound. He dallied there, grazing my flesh with his fingernails as I twisted my hips in anticipation.
"Spread your legs for me, pet," he whispered against my ear.
I shivered and did as he commanded. His fingers played havoc with my senses brushing the swollen flesh of my clitoris with agonizing slowness. Trying to catch my breath, I inhaled deeply and exhaled a moan of utter longing. He smiled against my neck biting my flesh, causing me to shiver with delightful abandon. His hand trailed down further his fingers spreading me open. The cool air touching my hot, moist flesh caused me to quiver and shudder against him.
"Bend over, little one," he said as he moved to grasp me around the hips with both hands. "Put your hands on the floor."
I groaned with anticipation as I felt the head of his cock graze my swollen pussy lips. He held the head against my opening, rubbing it up and down, bathing it in my juices.
"Tell me how much you need to be fucked," he demanded.
I moaned pleadingly, and closed my eyes. "Please Michael..."
"Please, sir," he responded.
I felt tears of frustration and shame spill from my closed eyelids. I wanted him so badly. "Please, sir," I whispered.
"What is it you want you little slut?" he asked me, the head of his cock rubbed softly against
me, teasingly.
"I want you to fuck me, sir," I said breathlessly.
He pushed my hips roughly, knocking me to the floor. I waited there on my hands and knees, my breasts heaving as I began to cry in earnest.
He leaned over me, his cock grazing the crease between my buttocks causing me to shiver violently. He gave a low chuckle as he noted my reaction, and moved his fingers to my ass.
"Perhaps I would prefer your ass to your pussy, it is so nice and tight after all."
My body froze in fear as I contemplated the pain. I could only hold my breath as he made his decision.
"What do you think, little one?" he asked me, his finger slowly massaging the tightening muscle of my sphincter.
I cried softly, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to burst forth.
"I want to please you, sir," I found myself saying between ragged gasps for air.
It felt so good, but I knew there would be great pain to come. I felt him pull away from me momentarily.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
His palm cracked across my ass, causing me to flinch and cry out from the shock.
"You were not given leave to question me," he responded roughly.
My back arched with tension as I felt the drops of oil patter down upon my constricting muscles. I could not help but sob when I realized his intentions.
"Relax, love," he murmured as he rubbed the oil into my tightening orifice.
He slipped a finger in and I groaned.
"You know you love this, stop fighting it." His voice held laughter and desire altogether.
Another finger and I was panting. He pushed his fingers in and out, adding more oil. In the meantime his other hand moved round to my swollen clit. He began to rub it in earnest, quickening his pace as my moaning increased. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass, demanding entrance.
"Relax, don't clench your muscles. It will only hurt for a minute," he said as the head of his cock replaced his fingers.
I gasped and sobbed softy, the pain suffusing my body as he spread me wide. His cock slid into me, a silky hard battering ram, invading my darkest nether region. I groaned and tried to relax, the pain washed over me in waves. He increased the pressure on my clit, giving it long strokes. I writhed beneath him in a mixture of pleasure and pain, losing myself in it. I was tightening all over, my nipples swollen and throbbing, my cunt dripping moisture. I moaned his name pleadingly, seeking release. He began to move slowly inside me, stroking my walls, a slow fire building that seemed to tingle throughout my body as I strained towards climax.
As the intensity built the pain faded, and I found myself pushing against him causing his cock to slide even deeper still. His hands twined in my hair now and he commanded me to rub my clit. My fingers on that swollen flesh played in rhythm to his thrusts. I felt myself
on the verge, the peak of orgasm.
"Do not cum," he said sternly.
I moaned and sobbed, trying to hold it back, the pleasure bleeding over into pain as I tried to obey him. "Please sir,' I moaned, 'please let me cum," I begged shamelessly.
"Not until I say you can." his voice was breathless now.
I bucked against him, my body moving of its own volition. Sobbing, begging, I felt like a finely tuned instrument that he played at his whim. Finally he began to spasm within me.
"You may come, pet."
I barely heard his voice, but my body responded with a wild bucking release. It shuddered through me, a mind consuming orgasm like none other I had ever experienced. I collapsed and lay gasping on the floor.
Thus began our new life together.
