My cunt has been plugged for the past couple' hours, with intermittent application of intense vibrations. I'm amazed I've lasted this long...
I reach out and start to stroke his cock, he's nice and hard. I spit on my hand to slick him up and he tells me to roll over. I spoon into him and feel him nudge his cock towards my arse. I mumble softly and he grips my nipples between his finger tips and tweaks them.
"Push my cock into your arse. Don't reach for any lube".
I start to nudge him into me, dry, hot skin against tight, puckered flesh. It's uncomfortable and he knows that. I edge him in and he pushes hard against the tight muscle. He moans as he enters me. I wiggle. Its awkward and uncomfortable. I beg for him to turn me on my knees and fuck me. I am so desperate to climax. I have been for hours, days, more than a week. desperate to feel his control. He knows. I need it so bad. He knows that as well. I rock back and forth and moan as his cock deepens in its intrusion. I beg intermittently.
"Please sir anything, either hole, I don't care. Please just put me on my knees. Please fuck me hard. Please let me come".
An age of time passes before he relents to my pathetic needy bleats. I'm put on my knees and he pushes back in. The skin is so tight and painful. I whimper and gasp as I steady myself, then push back. He purrs at me, he lets me touch myself. My cunt is soaking wet and dripping. He tells me I'm a filthy anal slut. I respond that I know in just a whore for his desire, and he drives himself into me until I come in an aching desperate contraction.
We separate he signals for me to suck him, I do instantly, soaking him in my spit. He plays gently with my bottom keeping me open and ready for him. I drool all over his perfect hot flesh, until he pulls my head back and twists me around. Confused. I'm on my knees again and this time when he pushes back into my arse its slick and effortless and pleasurable and very deep.
He talks "I like the difference, first your tight hot flesh, and how easy it is to slide in, now you've covered me in your eager spit. They're both equally as pleasurable".
I'm moaning and pushing back hard against him, I can feel another orgasm build inside me, before I even open my lips to ask for permission he speaks again
"You're going to come again from having your arse fucked? Such a filthy girl".
My body has betrayed me, I feel ashamed when he reads me. I ask if I can and he says of course. He leans his weight over me, our hands touch, he rests his forehead between my shoulder blades and lets me rotate while he's deep in my hole. I orgasm in a crash, it's huge and I mewl into the pillows. He lets me settle and pulls out, lies on his back and beckons me towards him .
He pulls my hip around so my arse is in comfortable reach of his hand and pushes my head back down onto his cock. I begin to drool and cough. He slides his fingers back into me. He jams more and more digits in and I'm in agony. He twists his fingers around, tweaking sensitive muscle, I squirt all over the safe clean bed. I am sorry.
He holds the back of my neck tightly and repeatedly jams his cook into my open mouth. I begin to lose breath and my head starts to swirl. I feel numb and fragile and afraid of him and full of adrenaline.
I pull away as I start to white out. It's instinct, I loath it. I catch myself and breath hard and start sobbing. I beg to be let go and he retracts his fingers. I'm shaking violent, covered in my own spit and tears. I'm crying hard.
"Please don't make me do this anymore. I can't do this anymore".
"Yes you can"
"Please no I can't, please Sir, please!"
"Two more minutes".
I hate him. I hate myself. I'm straight back down over his throbbing cock, desperate to prove my own sorry worth.
His fingers slide back in, two dry painful fingers, three, four, more? I actually have no idea how many, I just know it hurts badly. I gulp and gag and choke on him, and he raggedly fucks my hole back and forth with his hand. I'm retching and shaking and he holds my head firmly down on his cock.
Just as the fear begins to subside and that gentle broken ocean noise sweeps in, the noise that lets you know your brain is being brutally starved of breath and life, just at that moment he lets my neck go.
He says in his soft voice "OK. That's enough". I clean his hands and curl up into a little ball. I'm breathing really hard. He wraps himself around me.
"I'm not going to come. That was more than enough. You've been a very good girl".
He rolls me into my side and runs his fingers over my breasts
"All I want to do is tweak these perfect nipples until you squeal, but I'm not going to, we're going to go to sleep because we're tired".
I pull the duvet and blankets over us and wrap myself tightly around him. I feel utterly violated and incredibly sore. I know exactly what I am here. There's no fear or unsureness anymore, there's nothing, and its quiet, and if its good enough for him then it is for me too.
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