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Friday Night...
'No suggestions?' Marty asked me.
We both knew it was a rhetorical question. Bound and gagged with a rod up my ass Marty knew I had no say in anything he wanted to do. I shook my head, No.
Marty smiled and came off the couch. Turning the riding crop he put the bottom of the grip to my slit and slowly slid it back between my folds until it hit the metal dildo below my ass. Moving the crop just a little caused it to press against and move over my clit. Marty withdrew it just as slowly on the other side of my clit. I couldn't stop the catch in my breathing feeling it slide past my hard clit. Marty continued teasing my clit several more times. Each time pressing the end of the crop just a little further up my pussy hole before withdrawing it to continue teasing my clit.
Holding the handle up Marty let me see how wet it was. Taunting me that something was making me wet. Calling me a bitch in heat. Making me admit that the dildo up my ass was making me wet. Hell, no, it was making me wet! What was making me wet was being teased to just coming and then left hanging, literally, on a spike up my ass.
All day I'd been horny sucking and fucking one cock after another. Public sex was a huge turn on for me. But I don't come with just cock. I need clit stimulation, also. With a cock in my pussy and mouth at the same time for most of the day? You try to frig your clit while a guy is trying to ram a cock down YOUR throat! I'd only had time to frig my clit to an orgasm once while in Cowgirl position.
Arriving home, as rough as Marty had finger fucked me, I'd been so damned ready to ride his fingers to an orgasm. Again I'd been left unsatisfied when he'd tied me up. As close as I'd brought myself to an orgasm on the pussy dildo while Marty watched, it had left my clit throbbing from no release. And now Marty had teased my clit again to a hardness that ached.
Marty began running the crop down my slit again but this time stopping when the end dipped into my pussy hole. Smiling broader, he changed the angle and slid the handle of the crop up my pussy. I was still a little loose from being stretched by the huge dildo and so wet the handle slid up and up easily until the tip reached my end.
Marty continued to press the crop upwards. I could feel the pressure build as it stretched me until my breath caught in pain. Pulling the crop back a short distance, Marty began a steady fucking of my pussy. Pushing the crop up, letting it hit the top of my vagina. While using the crop with one hand, his other hand began rolling his fingers over my clit. My clit was hard and aching and I couldn't stop myself pushing myself against his hand as much as I could. Proof to both of us that the hard treatment of me, my pussy and my ass was exciting me. Oh shit! I was so ready to come.
With a dildo up my ass and pussy fucked with the handle of a riding crop, just a couple of minutes of fingering my clit was pushing me to orgasm. My hands rested on Marty's shoulders to steady myself as my head went back and I closed my eyes. But just as my moans began changing from moans of closeness to cries of completion, Marty's fingers left my clit and the riding crop was pulled from my pussy. I was so close my hand pushed between my legs to replace his. My fingers began fingering my clit to keep reaching for my orgasm.
The hard stinging hits of the crop on my thighs shocked my eyes open. Marty began hitting my hand and thighs demanding why I thought I should come before he did. Why, why, why, why! Why! Each word delivered with a hard swat; the last hitting me right over the fold of flesh that had closed over my clit. The pain was paralyzing. Jerking me upright and my hand cupping my lips protectively. I'd never felt anything like this!
Telling me that I'd been warned not to protect myself with my hands, Marty began the hardest delivery of painful swats to my thighs and ass. I was turning and twisting as much as I could. Dancing on my toes as new tears ran down my face. Finally able to think, I made myself stop trying the impossible to escape the blows and forced my hands back to my sides. Marty finished with a hard hit to each of my nipples. Reminding me again that I'd been warned what would happen if my hands left my sides. Oh, God! My tits and clit hurt! I was whimpering in pain. But I grit my teeth and stopped my hands before they came all the way up from my sides.
I'll never know if Marty would have continued hitting me because the phone rang just then. Leaving me, he went into the kitchenette to answer. Returning after a short conversation in French, he surprised me by unlocking the collar around my neck. Telling me at the same time that my boyfriend was asleep. If I wanted to try yelling loud enough to wake him I could. BUT! If I did and Jason didn't wake up to come save the little bitch in heat, Marty laughed, he'd gag me again and... The riding crop began tapping against my clit area.
I was torn between yelling and staying quiet. The threat of the riding crop decided the conflict and I stayed quiet as the ball gag was withdrawn with a stream of spit that wet my chin and chest. I was working my jaw to loosen face muscles as Marty threw the gag onto a seat cushion. The end of the crop continued to tap my mound while Marty warned me what would happen if I made a loud sound or moved my hands from my sides.
I was able to answer, Yes, I knew what would happen. Marty walked behind me to wrap his arms around me. One hand massaging my tits. Telling me that he hoped I wouldn't do anything that would make him discipline me again. To hurt such nice tits. His other hand massaging the hurt from my pussy lips.
He kept up a running commentary on how wet I was as his fingers slid over and around my clit. And I was wet. I've always produced lots of juice. It was nothing new for my ass to be in a wet spot from my pussy juices before a man even came in me. Despite what I may have been thinking about being whipped, a deeper part of me was excited.
Standing with a metal rod up my ass while Marty's fingers moved between my lips. While other fingers rubbed my spit over my hurting tits while pulling and pinching nipples that throbbed from being hit with the crop. I was wet and my pussy ached from more than just being hit with the crop. I needed to come.
All this time while Marty's fingers were bringing me closer to orgasm again, his groin was rubbing his hard cock against my ass cheeks. Moving me on the dildo in my ass. I wanted to think it was in spite of feeling the dildo moving in my ass that I was beginning to reach for my orgasm. Marty read me like a book. Just before I could come he moved away and left me moaning in frustration because I'd been so close. Shit! For five or six times now I'd been brought so dmned close to orgasm just to be left aching!
Marty laughed at my moan, calling me his little bitch in heat. Gathering my blouse and skirt he dropped them at my feet. Un-clipping the chain from my ankle restraints. Lowering the rod out of my ass. Standing up behind me, he took me in his arms again. Reaching around me he took both my tits in his hands and squeezed them until I gasped in pain. Twisting my nipples and pulling them out until they hurt.
Whispering in my ear that he was going to give me a choice. I could take my clothes and leave or I could go kneel on the floor in front of the couch.
I was afraid he didn't mean it and told him so. Marty squeezed my tit even harder and his right hand grabbed my crotch. Pressing so hard on my clit that I had to grit my teeth again not to cry out and earn another beating from the crop. 'When have I lied to you? You can leave now. Or...' Marty's fingers slid up my pussy. 'Or, you can go kneel like the bitch in heat I know you are and present your ass to me.'
'And you'll make me come,' I asked. I couldn't help myself from grinding my pussy against his fingers.
Letting go of my tit he drew his arm back and quickly brought it back to slap my tit a blow that hurt as much as being hit by the riding crop. Another small cry escaped from between my teeth. 'You don't make conditions! I'll do as I want with you.'
When I'd caught my breath and the pain had leesened to the point I could unclench my teeth, Marty released me. I knew he meat it. I could leave or stay. If I left I could wake Jason and finally get release from my aching want of an orgasm. But, if I stayed... I didn't know what would happen and that excited me.
I walked to the couch and knelt. Crossing my arms on the cushion I lowered my chest and head onto the cushion and straightened up on my knees; presenting my ass to Marty.
Next Part 17 Good & Obedient
'No suggestions?' Marty asked me.
We both knew it was a rhetorical question. Bound and gagged with a rod up my ass Marty knew I had no say in anything he wanted to do. I shook my head, No.
Marty smiled and came off the couch. Turning the riding crop he put the bottom of the grip to my slit and slowly slid it back between my folds until it hit the metal dildo below my ass. Moving the crop just a little caused it to press against and move over my clit. Marty withdrew it just as slowly on the other side of my clit. I couldn't stop the catch in my breathing feeling it slide past my hard clit. Marty continued teasing my clit several more times. Each time pressing the end of the crop just a little further up my pussy hole before withdrawing it to continue teasing my clit.
Holding the handle up Marty let me see how wet it was. Taunting me that something was making me wet. Calling me a bitch in heat. Making me admit that the dildo up my ass was making me wet. Hell, no, it was making me wet! What was making me wet was being teased to just coming and then left hanging, literally, on a spike up my ass.
All day I'd been horny sucking and fucking one cock after another. Public sex was a huge turn on for me. But I don't come with just cock. I need clit stimulation, also. With a cock in my pussy and mouth at the same time for most of the day? You try to frig your clit while a guy is trying to ram a cock down YOUR throat! I'd only had time to frig my clit to an orgasm once while in Cowgirl position.
Arriving home, as rough as Marty had finger fucked me, I'd been so damned ready to ride his fingers to an orgasm. Again I'd been left unsatisfied when he'd tied me up. As close as I'd brought myself to an orgasm on the pussy dildo while Marty watched, it had left my clit throbbing from no release. And now Marty had teased my clit again to a hardness that ached.
Marty began running the crop down my slit again but this time stopping when the end dipped into my pussy hole. Smiling broader, he changed the angle and slid the handle of the crop up my pussy. I was still a little loose from being stretched by the huge dildo and so wet the handle slid up and up easily until the tip reached my end.
Marty continued to press the crop upwards. I could feel the pressure build as it stretched me until my breath caught in pain. Pulling the crop back a short distance, Marty began a steady fucking of my pussy. Pushing the crop up, letting it hit the top of my vagina. While using the crop with one hand, his other hand began rolling his fingers over my clit. My clit was hard and aching and I couldn't stop myself pushing myself against his hand as much as I could. Proof to both of us that the hard treatment of me, my pussy and my ass was exciting me. Oh shit! I was so ready to come.
With a dildo up my ass and pussy fucked with the handle of a riding crop, just a couple of minutes of fingering my clit was pushing me to orgasm. My hands rested on Marty's shoulders to steady myself as my head went back and I closed my eyes. But just as my moans began changing from moans of closeness to cries of completion, Marty's fingers left my clit and the riding crop was pulled from my pussy. I was so close my hand pushed between my legs to replace his. My fingers began fingering my clit to keep reaching for my orgasm.
The hard stinging hits of the crop on my thighs shocked my eyes open. Marty began hitting my hand and thighs demanding why I thought I should come before he did. Why, why, why, why! Why! Each word delivered with a hard swat; the last hitting me right over the fold of flesh that had closed over my clit. The pain was paralyzing. Jerking me upright and my hand cupping my lips protectively. I'd never felt anything like this!
Telling me that I'd been warned not to protect myself with my hands, Marty began the hardest delivery of painful swats to my thighs and ass. I was turning and twisting as much as I could. Dancing on my toes as new tears ran down my face. Finally able to think, I made myself stop trying the impossible to escape the blows and forced my hands back to my sides. Marty finished with a hard hit to each of my nipples. Reminding me again that I'd been warned what would happen if my hands left my sides. Oh, God! My tits and clit hurt! I was whimpering in pain. But I grit my teeth and stopped my hands before they came all the way up from my sides.
I'll never know if Marty would have continued hitting me because the phone rang just then. Leaving me, he went into the kitchenette to answer. Returning after a short conversation in French, he surprised me by unlocking the collar around my neck. Telling me at the same time that my boyfriend was asleep. If I wanted to try yelling loud enough to wake him I could. BUT! If I did and Jason didn't wake up to come save the little bitch in heat, Marty laughed, he'd gag me again and... The riding crop began tapping against my clit area.
I was torn between yelling and staying quiet. The threat of the riding crop decided the conflict and I stayed quiet as the ball gag was withdrawn with a stream of spit that wet my chin and chest. I was working my jaw to loosen face muscles as Marty threw the gag onto a seat cushion. The end of the crop continued to tap my mound while Marty warned me what would happen if I made a loud sound or moved my hands from my sides.
I was able to answer, Yes, I knew what would happen. Marty walked behind me to wrap his arms around me. One hand massaging my tits. Telling me that he hoped I wouldn't do anything that would make him discipline me again. To hurt such nice tits. His other hand massaging the hurt from my pussy lips.
He kept up a running commentary on how wet I was as his fingers slid over and around my clit. And I was wet. I've always produced lots of juice. It was nothing new for my ass to be in a wet spot from my pussy juices before a man even came in me. Despite what I may have been thinking about being whipped, a deeper part of me was excited.
Standing with a metal rod up my ass while Marty's fingers moved between my lips. While other fingers rubbed my spit over my hurting tits while pulling and pinching nipples that throbbed from being hit with the crop. I was wet and my pussy ached from more than just being hit with the crop. I needed to come.
All this time while Marty's fingers were bringing me closer to orgasm again, his groin was rubbing his hard cock against my ass cheeks. Moving me on the dildo in my ass. I wanted to think it was in spite of feeling the dildo moving in my ass that I was beginning to reach for my orgasm. Marty read me like a book. Just before I could come he moved away and left me moaning in frustration because I'd been so close. Shit! For five or six times now I'd been brought so dmned close to orgasm just to be left aching!
Marty laughed at my moan, calling me his little bitch in heat. Gathering my blouse and skirt he dropped them at my feet. Un-clipping the chain from my ankle restraints. Lowering the rod out of my ass. Standing up behind me, he took me in his arms again. Reaching around me he took both my tits in his hands and squeezed them until I gasped in pain. Twisting my nipples and pulling them out until they hurt.
Whispering in my ear that he was going to give me a choice. I could take my clothes and leave or I could go kneel on the floor in front of the couch.
I was afraid he didn't mean it and told him so. Marty squeezed my tit even harder and his right hand grabbed my crotch. Pressing so hard on my clit that I had to grit my teeth again not to cry out and earn another beating from the crop. 'When have I lied to you? You can leave now. Or...' Marty's fingers slid up my pussy. 'Or, you can go kneel like the bitch in heat I know you are and present your ass to me.'
'And you'll make me come,' I asked. I couldn't help myself from grinding my pussy against his fingers.
Letting go of my tit he drew his arm back and quickly brought it back to slap my tit a blow that hurt as much as being hit by the riding crop. Another small cry escaped from between my teeth. 'You don't make conditions! I'll do as I want with you.'
When I'd caught my breath and the pain had leesened to the point I could unclench my teeth, Marty released me. I knew he meat it. I could leave or stay. If I left I could wake Jason and finally get release from my aching want of an orgasm. But, if I stayed... I didn't know what would happen and that excited me.
I walked to the couch and knelt. Crossing my arms on the cushion I lowered my chest and head onto the cushion and straightened up on my knees; presenting my ass to Marty.
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