I need you part 2
I shuddered as an orgasm moved me faster and faster, I was squirting onto his hips, moaning and yelping like a bitch in heat. He moaned then too as he held on I could feel him swelling inside of me. He felt so big, so deep, so strong and all mine for a few moments today. He came deep inside of me. Hot pools of seed as I pulsed around him.
We lay there panting and kissing, rolling around and laughing like old lovers. But I felt afraid inside. Afraid he'd never come again. I was so stupid to say what I was feeling to a man who only wanted what I possessed between my chocolate thighs.
I opened my eyes slowly. My fantasy left my fingers wet and sticky with my cum. I licked at them gently. I looked to see if I had woke him our eyes met and I could see that he was hard again. He kissed me nibbling my lips, going lower to my neck...my tits... my stomach...my oh my God. His mouth was on my pussy and he was licking up my cum. I grabbed at him gasping at the pleasure of it all.
"Please Stoney... please I'm going to..."
I couldnt think, my mind was elsewhere. I tensed up, my thighs closed over his head and I screamed as turrets of cum squirted out of me. He didnt stop just kept lapping at me. I whimpered trying to pull away but he held on and kept eating my cunt like he needed it. I came over and over again before he let me go. I didn't know he could be like that. I lay there breathing heavily my body still shaking from the delicious abuse.
"You were talking while you were rubbing your clit, did you know that?" He asked me.
I need you
I lay there for a while as he slept. My face flushed, my pussy dripping from the orgasm that riddled me when he made passionate love to my body. If only he knew how my heart felt. I could still smell his skin on mine. I closed my eyes and rubbed at my still hard clit and in my mind he was there again. I kissed him tasting his tongue as his hands tugged at my nipples. My legs felt weak I wrapped them around him pulling him closer. Feeling him slide into me. My body tingled from end to end. I dug my fingernails into his back as I moaned into his ear,
"Stoneypoint... please harder."
I could feel him stiffening as he thrust harder, more of his weight into me, more of his hard cock into me. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to pull my hair and fuck me. Wanted him to spank me and talk dirty to me. I rolled ontop of him and rode him slowly, up and down, my hips went back and forth. I looked at his face, his eyes were clouded with pleasure and he held onto my hips pulling me down as he thrust up. He was an animal, filled with a desire that seemed to never vanish. I wanted him to be mine.
"I need you," I whispered "So badly."
He looked at me then, his mouth slightly open as if words were to escape and before I could stop myself I said it. Something I shouldn't have. It just spilled out.
"I am falling in love with you."
Punishment final
My body convulsed and I thrashed in his arms, cum flowed from me down my legs and pooled at my feet. He loosened his grip on my neck and I moaned over and over again, each time it became louder and louder almost a howl. "Punish me!" my brain screamed and my legs stopped working.
I collapsed in his arms, shuddering as the strength of my orgasms weakened. He let me go and I slumped to the floor in the cold wetness of my own excitement. He stepped away from me, I could hear his foot steps fading toward the door. I whimpered as he unlocked the door. And as he was closing it he grunted across his shoulder in a calm voice, "This floor better be clean by the time I come back down here."
"Yes, Daddy." I whispered trying to bring myself to my knees. Who knew when he'd come back down here, there was no mop to clean up the mess, no rags or clothes to sop up the remnants of my pain. The only thing that existed was me, his slave, his bitch to be used as he saw fit. Punished for his pleasure at his discretion, a human rag to clean the mess off of his cold concrete floor.
Punishment part 3...
"Do you like the new toy?" he asked. I could taste the grin across his lips without having to see him. I knew him so well, my sweet Master.
"Well?" he expected and answer.
"Yes." I whispered as a small shudder moved through me.
My legs felt so weak and I almost could not stand. My mind reeled and I could see him in my head like a silent movie raising his arm and flicking his wrist landing blow after blow upon my flesh. Oh I needed this pain. My pussy throbbed again and I felt myself losing control and then the blows stopped. His lips were dangerously close to my ears his breathing was heavy and ragged, his voice was the deep growl of a wild animal. "Spread your legs." He growled calmly.
I could barely breath yet I obeyed. He pressed against me, his chest to my back, and he drew his fingernails across my skin, over the scar on my breast that was still so raw from the branding. I was his property. His slave to use as he saw fit. He caressed his way to my collar bone and closed his hand on my throat squeezing to hard that lights exploded across my eyes. Each inhale was more difficult and he squeezed tighter.
"Cum!" he yelled into my ear.
Punishment part 2...
"Bitch!" He yelled wrenching himself from my mouth, depriving me of the taste of him.
I groaned and leaned toward him desperately trying to wedge him back in my mouth but the only thing that filled my mouth then was the metallic taste of my blood as he slapped me so hard that I fell backwards. Another moan escaped me as I lay there quivering. A light came on above me and I could see in his hand the smooth bamboo cane that often left such delicious welts across my body in places that another man would never see.
"Kneel." His commands were like words from the Gods. He raised his arm gracefully and I felt the cane smash into my already bruised breasts, the next blow stung my thighs and I longed to feel it across my ass. I waited silently through 20 blows, my disobedience would scar my flesh for as long as the welts, cuts and bruised stayed.
"Stand" he whispered and I obeyed quietly bringing my broken body to my feet, "Turn" I could barely move my body hurt so bad.
"Why must you constantly disobey me?" He question rang in my head. A new weapon stung and dug into the flesh of my ass. I turned to see, as fear exploded in my head, as small whip with thin strips of leather pulling away from my flesh leaving deep scratches. Oh the pain was exquisite.
Punishment
I knelt there waiting, in the mess of my own arousal. The hot wetness all over my legs still flowed slowly from between my thighs. I whimpered pitifully, neglected waiting for the next assault to my battered body. Out of the darkness he touched me, tugged hard at my nipples bruised and sore. I yelped and the heat of his palm across me face sent stars before my eyes and fireworks exploded across my pussy. 'Punish me' I thought. Every atom of my being buzzed with want for the pain he could inflict upon me.
"You are not to speak, to moan, to groan or scream." he growled at me, his voice almost a whisper.
I tried so hard to obey, tried hard to be the good little bitch to be used as he sought fit. I nodded quickly as he pressed his hard cock roughly against my mouth, I opened for him. My lips curled back like the petals of a flower. The head of him prodded the back of my throat thrust after thrust and I tried to swallow him, desperately tried to fit all of him down my throat. His hand, those big hands clutched at my hair finger intertwined there in ever curly lock as he pulled my face to meet his thrusts. I tried not to moan as rivers of my nectar poured from me.
Pain always made me so excited but we all like it a little rough. I could here him breathing steady and even but my breath was coming in short quick gasps, not from lack of air because deep throating is my gift, but from excitement. The sheer power of him I could almost feel him deep in my pussy. 'Punish me!' my mind screamed. My clit throbbed and my pussy pulsed I couldn't keep it in, the orgasm was slowly ripping through me, a scream was forming in my chest and rising up to my throat and on one of his thrusts as deep moan erupted from me as wave after wave of orgasm pushed through me, as I squirted down my thighs and my juices washed across my knees on the hard cold concrete floor.
So strong desire...
I watch him sleep, touch his lips with my fingertips
Lay over him my breasts just inches from his mouth. He sighs
A breath that tickles my nipples into life. I whisper into his open mouth-"I love you"
I slide my body onto his and lay there, feeling his heat that familiar heat that pulses like electricity between my legs
a wetness stirs inside of me as blood flows to that part of him that pushes me over the edge
He reaches out from his slumber, eyes still closed mouth still agape
still asleep i touch my tongue to his chin and trail it down his neck.
he pushes his hips up into me, I moan. low and deep.
I inch down his torso over his navel to his hips where i can smell his skin it is calling to me, whispering aching for my touch begging me-"Please"
I pull his boxers over his hips, slowly kissing through the expanse of dark hair...
The breath of his loins is inhaled into me and I taste it with my lips
in short loving kisses. The tip of my tongue comes alive
trailing over his shaft, tickling veins that pump vitality through his groin
I want to take him deep into my mouth, deep into my aching dripping pussy.
I want to fuck him and make love to him simultaneously.
I suck him, long, languishing there in his lap.
My mouth opens around his thickened flesh...
Passionate love... creamy final...
I was taken up then as another orgasm threatened to still me. Just the feel of his silken flesh between my lips prodding my throat, gliding across my tongue, just the feel of it was almost too much. It was as if I could feel him inside of my pussy again, fucking me relentlessly. We were there together, in his bed, my face tucked between his legs. I felt him thickening, swelling, threatening to erupt. I was dying to taste him. I became feverish with my lust and like a long awaited rain in a parched desert he filled my mouth. I swallowed, keeping pace with each eruption. I almost couldn't breath, his quivering hand stroked my cheek in the dark. He was quiet, just a deep rumble of quickened breath.
I crawled up beside him, smiling to myself as the night consumed me. I lay wet and naked beside him, drowsy, my eyes fluttering, drawing me into a deep sleep that smelled of sex, of his sex and my sex. I couldn't believe this passion, his and mine and what became OURS. The candles still flickered on, dim as the wax pooled around the lonely wicks. And as each candle died into the darkness I drifted deeper into my dreams and further into his arms, falling swiftly into sleep until he snuggled up close to me, cock hard and pressing into the round of my hips and whispered to me that he was ready again. And I couldn't believe my passion.
Passionate love...part 2 ....
We rolled around, intertwined as all thought that wasn't of him escaped me. I moaned loudly, writhing beneath him, on top of him, around him. I felt him through my being and wished that we could consume each other. His mouth found my breasts and it seemed as if I would be sucked into him.
~Yes. yes, just like that~
The bed shook, the house shook and the world shook as I was rocked to and fro in my desire. An orgasm never felt so sweet yet still he fucked me. He fucked me as if sex was his life and I was his sustenance. I wanted to taste him, to draw life from him to soothe the very desire that burned as hot as each flame that flickered and waved our shadow across the room. I sucked on his fingers, kissed my way down his arms, nibbled on his lips, inched my way to his neck until I was trailing my tongue down his torso. Face to face with the erection that controlled my every thought I breathed in his musk. And with my mouth pressed into his stiffness I parted my lips slowly daring my tongue to lead me.
I sucked at him. My tongue twirling 'round him, enveloping him. I could hear him drawing in each breath trying so desperately to keep his composure. His hips met my face and I took him in as far as he could go. My bottom lip brushed his heavy sack pulled up tight between his thighs full of the drink that I so desperately needed. I felt parched then, thirsty for only the nectar that he could produce. My lust was a disease and his cum was my cure. Only that could sustain me, give me back my life and still the quaking of the world.
...Deliver me, cast me into the sea of my own sexuality...
Passionate love...
I couldn't believe his passion. The door was left unlocked this time. I opened it slowly and entered the house. I could smell him, his scent all over this house, the scent that would soon be all over my body. I wore nothing under my raincoat as he had asked. My body trembled with anticipation. I was so excited, almost too excited to breath. My thighs were wet with my desire. I walked slowly, relishing in the friction that my thighs caused, taking one step at a time as I wove my path to his bed room. I could see the flicker of candles in the bedroom as I slowly opened the door.
I called out to him in the flickering light. His light breathing was my answer, his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me so close to him. The heat from his torso burned through me. "Undress." He whispered. "I want to see you by candlelight."
Every inch of my being buzzed as the raincoat fell away from my body. I could feel his eyes watching me in darkness. He ran his hands across my breasts and down to my navel. The final descent had me weak. My head reeled from the feel of him. He led me to the bed, laying me down slowly as his hands wandered between my thighs, stroking and rubbing. I moaned softly, cooing to him my adoration. I do not remember him undressing. I do not remember him climbing on top of me. I do not remember when he spread my legs slowly but I do remember the overwhelming feeling of him filling me. I do remember the taste of his lips and the soft feel of them.
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