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In The Beginning - Part 4 free porn video
As I bent down, my hand reached towards the crop. My eyes carefully followed the tip of my finger as it traced an imaginary line along the length. Pausing at its end, it lightly stroked the smooth black leather slapper, as if it were admiring its potential. The outer edges were decorated with two rows of slightly off white stitching that contrasted well against their background.
The slapper attached neatly to a thin shaft that was tightly bound in black leather and extended for about two feet before widening its form to produce matt black wooden handle. As I picked it up and turned to face Victoria, I noticed immediately how my hand moulded perfectly around the grip. It was almost as if it had been custom made to suit.
She remained quite still as I walked calmly around her. Obscene thoughts filled my mind as I deliberated over her acutely submissive stance. It both interested and surprised me as to how well she had prepared, not to mention her attention to detail. After completing a full circle, I stood and faced her, gently tapping the riding crop against my right leg as I looked hard into her eyes.
“Do you honestly believe that I have a choice, Victoria? Do you think that I should simply ignore that, from the moment you met me at the station, you have done nothing but behave like a complete whore. Not only do you dress like a cheap slut, you deliberately encourage complete strangers to look up your skirt. You show off your arse and you stand around pretending that you aren’t aware of all those men staring as your nipples force against your T-shirt. You’re just a fucking slut, aren’t you?” I said as I raised my arm and positioned the riding crop between her legs.
“I was, I mean, I thought, I thought that you would like my new skirt, I wore it for you,” she replied, trying to remain still as I pressed the crop’s shaft hard against her cunt whilst sliding it back and forth.
Her hips, however, began to rock very slightly back and forth as the crop glided deep between her lips.
“And you expect me to believe that, do you? Stand still, you lying bitch! Do you know what happens to sluts like you, sluts that get off by exposing themselves in public places? Imagining all those hard cocks, fantasising about being fucked by someone they don’t even know? Well, do you?” I asked as I adjusted the position of the crop so that its end came to rest on her pierced clit.
The shaft of the crop arched as I forced it upwards and the pressure caused her to edge forwards slightly as she came onto her toes. With her head bowed, she widened her stance a little in order to maintain her balance.
“Look at me, slut. Head up, up I said, lift it right up,” I ordered as my cock strained visibly against my flies.
She kept her arms tightly folded behind her back as she forced her head as high as she could manage. The tension on the chain that looped through the ring on her collar tightened considerably which, in turn, increased the pressure to the clamps that squeezed her nipples and pulled them harshly upwards.
“Well, I’m waiting, bitch. What happens to whores like you? Or perhaps, I should ask, what do sluts as openly depraved as you want to happen?” I said sternly as the end of the crop began tapping lightly against the outline of her clit ring.
“I just, I need the, please, use your crop, now, James, on my clit, oh please,” she begged.
“What are you? Tell me, the truth, Victoria,” I continued as the crop tapped faster and with more force.
“Oh fuck, please, I know, I’m a whore ok? Please, James, the crop, James, please?” she replied as she thrust her cunt outwards so as to afford the crop easier access.
“Again, tell me again, Victoria. What are you?” I demanded.
“I’m just, I’m just cheap, oh please, James. I can’t help it, I, I like being a slut, I mean, I can’t, I can’t be anything else. That’s what I am,” she panted with her eyes now fixed to the outline of my cock.
Glancing down briefly, I saw the large damp patch that circled about my flies. Tiny spasms shot and pulsed through my cock that was, by now, almost certainly engulfed by a steady flow of pre-cum, something that her behaviour always guaranteed.
I allowed the end of the crop to drop down and paused.
“Do you want it to hurt?” I asked, knowing full well what she wanted.
“Oh god, yes, James, please, you know, I deserve it, please, James, now,” she pleaded.
“Where do you want it? Just there, perhaps?” I added whilst reaching forward with my free arm and pinching her ring and clitoris hard between my thumb and forefinger.
“Where?” I repeated impatiently as my fingers tightened, causing her legs to wobble slightly.
“My cunt, please, you bastard, smack it, make it red, use it on me, teach me a...” she blurted as I released my grip so to make way for the crop.
It whipped sharply through the air before the leather slapper landed on her clitoris. Victoria’s body jolted violently, causing her to bend momentarily before she quickly resumed her stance. A crisp, dense crack resonated about the room as the leather slapper struck its target for the second time and then a third. Its cruel assault continued, each blow becoming harder until her legs finally began to buckle as her first orgasm erupted, ripping viciously through her entire frame.
She threw her head back causing her nipples to wrench savagely against the clamps before a trail of barely coherent expletives spewed uncontrollably from her trembling lips. Her tears of pleasure and pain combined with her mascara, painting irregular streaks as they rolled across her flushed cheeks, a clear sign, surely, that the crop had successfully completed its maiden task of correction!
She sat at my feet, looking up at me and smiling weakly. Her arms reached out and she beckoned me to help her to her feet although we both knew there was a far better way. I pushed her arms away before grabbing hold of her hair with my left hand and pulling her upright. My grip remained firm as I re-positioned her face so that I was able to comfortably place the crop between her lips. I held it there briefly as she bit gently on its shaft before my right hand dropped and secured her jaw.
“Filthy little cunt, you only cum when I tell you, you only suck when I tell you and you only fuck when I tell you, do you understand, bitch? Do you?” I said, trying desperately not to smile back at her.
I released my grip on her jaw and wrapped my arm around her back.
My other hand pulled sharply on her hair, forcing her head right back. She remained completely silent as the chain’s tension increased, relaying its force, once again, to her nipples. My right hand began to move slowly downwards, sadistically scuffing over her clamped nipples before my palm slid into the front of her knickers. I pushed past her smooth mound before my fingers began mauling her swollen clitoris. I watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head before pushing further back and roughly forcing two fingers into her soaking cunt.
“Pull your arse cheeks apart,” I demanded as I finally let go of her hair and positioned my arm so as to cradle her back.
She immediately unfolded her arms and reached down to her buttocks as my fingers slipped from her cunt and inched their way back further. Her warm damp knickers stroked and clung to the back of my hand as my fingers located the delicate puckered folds that had been awaiting their arrival. I dragged and pushed two fingers back and forth over her magical entrance, gradually increasing their upward pressure before she gave a muffled yelped, albeit very briefly.
Her arse hole greedily pulled both fingers rapidly into its depths and her depraved girly moans deepened through gritted teeth as she began to ride. Her hips rocked and twisted rhythmically on my fingers as they slid back and forth for some time before she unexpectedly released her grip on her arse cheeks. Her arms reached up before she threw them around my neck and with the help of my arm behind her back, she jumped towards me, letting the crop fall from her mouth.
“That’s it, baby slut, up you come,” I said almost lovingly as her legs clamped hard around my waist.
Our noses touched briefly before our lips joined and our tongues began to play their own part in our elaborate mating ritual.
“I really, I fucking love you, gorgeous bastard, you, that’s what, oh fuck, what the, oh my god,” she gasped as our mouths separated and I turned to move.
I walked slowly towards the end of the bed whilst bouncing my little fuck doll up and down. Our lips met again and we kissed madly as my fingers continued to push in and out of her sweet little arse. God, It felt so gorgeous. In fact, all of her was gorgeous!
She released her arms from my neck and flopped back onto the bed, trying to drag me on top of her with her legs that were still tightly wrapped around my waist. She squealed almost delightfully as she relaxed her vice-like grip on my fingers, allowing me to reach back. My hands firmly grasped hold of each of her ankles and I pulled her legs free before forcing them to her sides.
With her feet now spread wide apart and positioned somewhere just above her head, she reached forwards. Her fingers worked quickly as she pulled her knickers down until they stretched tightly between her legs, just above her knees. Her hands then settled behind her knees before she pulled hard causing her legs to stretch back a little more and remain there.
“Oh wow, you look so fucking good, just an obscene little fuck toy, aren’t you? Tell me, what do you want? I want to hear you say it, go on, say it, tell me everything, Victoria,” I asked encouragingly as I stared at her totally exposed cunt that bore the unmistakable telltale marks that had been left by the crop.
“You know, I mean, please James, please, your cock, show me, oh fuck. I need cock, please, I don’t care whose...” she answered before I cut her short.
“You don’t care whose, whose what? I shrieked, pretending to be shocked.
“I, I meant nothing, I mean, oh shit, please, James, please,” she replied desperately.
“You fucking whore, I know what you meant, bitch! You don’t care, do you? So long as you get fucked, as long as someone’s cock is using your filthy arse, smashing into your cunt or filling that slutty mouth, that’s what you meant, isn’t it?” I growled as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans.
Her eyes immediately locked onto my groin as my jeans dropped to the floor, finally exposing my smooth circumcised cock as it sprung forward. She gasped briefly before she began to pant and moan as her depraved imagination took charge. The corner of her mouth curled slightly upwards and she pulled harder on her legs before her arse hole began flexing. I smiled inwardly as I kicked my jeans to one side and knelt on the bed at her side. The night was still young and we had all the time in the world.
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