Ella says, “Oh my God!!”
Part two of five
Pleasure. Pain. More pleasure. So much pleasure that he knows she don’t be able to take it for much longer and will beg to switch back to the pain just to get her sensitive clit away from the incessant vibe.
Overstimulation with no orgasms and no escape is a wonderful thing.
A concept
I wake up feeling aroused and try to coax you into morning sex but you have other plans and tell me to be patient like a good girl. I pout as I get ready and resist the urge to play with myself while showering. As the day goes on, you still refuse to touch me and I get bratty as I get hornier. I spend the day flashing you and touching you, trying to get a rise out of you and generally misbehaving knowing you won’t do anything about it in public. Finally, you catch me trying to discreetly rub my pussy in the car and immediately turn off into the parking lot of a store.
We go inside and after a minute you hand me a dress and tell me to go into the dressing room and change into it. When im halfway through you come into my dressing room but don’t say a word and I continue changing. When I finish I show off and you just say. “turn around” in a stern voice, so I do. You reach under the dress and pull my panties down hard. I get even more wet and aroused as I lift my legs obediently so you can take them off. You put them over my mouth and say menacingly “don’t make a sound” then suddenly lift up my dress and spank me hard. I twitch, but barely make a sound. You deliver a couple more spanks until im squirming and dizzy with arousal. I whine as you take your hand away, then immediately realize my mistake. “You want everyone in the store to hear what a little slut you are?” You ask with a smirk, then while keeping eye contact you rip the tag off the dress, stuff my panties in your pocket, and walk out of the dressing room. I find you at the cash paying for the dress, explaining to the cashier that I wanted to wear it out.
In the car, you stare straight ahead at the road and I’m reeling with the possibilities of how youre going to fuck me when we get home. You’re always so rough with me when I’ve been bratty and I.love it. By the time we get home im a wet, horny mess and I go straight to the bedroom. When you get inside, instead of paying me any attention you sit on the couch and start surfing the channels. I get desperate and sit on your lap whining and kissing you. I start to grind my naked pussy on your leg and as I’m about to come you take hold of my hips and say stop. Im devastated at getting so close but I.know better than to show it. You finally lead me to the bedroom, gag me, and tie my hands to the headboard.
“You’ve been an absolute terror today haven’t you?” i whimper around the gag and nod. You trace your fingers lightly over my pussy as you continue. “Such a little brat, only concerned with getting fucked, you don’t even care if we’re in public do you? You’re just such a little slut for me you’ll do anything to get fucked” I nod vigorously almost crying with arousal. You slowly undress and put on your biggest strap on and turn back to smiling. “Well guess what babygirl? I’m gonna give you exactly what you want” I barely hear you as you slowly sink two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. My eyes roll back in relief and anticipation. “ I’m gonna fuck you all.night.long.” each word is punctuated by the thrust of your hand. “ im gonna fuck all that brattiness right out of you. I’ll make you come over. And over. And. Over.” And as you replace your hand with the strapon, I know its gonna be a long night.
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cute date idea : you come over to my place and submit to me totally and utterly. you allow me to hurt you and fuck you as roughly as i need to. you beg me for ‘just a few more’ spanks and dont struggle too much when i get the bigger dildos out. you let me use you as my pathetic plaything all night long and we end the night breathless, sweaty, and with bruises already forming.
there is actually nothing better than being between a girl’s thighs. teasing her as she whimpers, knowing that she desires your tongue in her most intimate place. being able to taste and smell her pure desperation to orgasm. her hands in your hair as she forces you into the wetness of her pussy. her moans and gasps as you fuck her with your tongue and fingers. her cumming on your lips, tongue. drinking her in. the power of reducing her into fragmented pieces, collapsing in ecstasy.
“Ohhhhhh,” she groans, her voice a deep, throaty purr of sexual satisfaction. “She tastes divine, Mark.” She leans in and flicks her tongue out, lapping delicately at the slippery, engorged clit, then follows that treatment up by delivering another long, leisurely lap. “I could simply drown in her juices.”
Mark chuckles. He was buried inside the girl’s tight channel, holding himself still so that she could tongue the girl’s clit. “Please yourself,” he invites, “but don’t let her come.”
“I know, you don’t have to keep reminding me,” Victoria pouts. “How could I forget your number one rule? She never gets to come.”
“That’s not entirely true.” Mark gave a little thrust up into the girl’s pussy, seating himself deeper. “I wouldn’t say never.”
“Oh? When was the last time she had an orgasm?” She gazed intently between the girl’s legs, mouth salivating at the way Mark’s cock spread and stretched the swollen folds.
Mark had explained the routine the girl kept, to keep her holes tight. The first week of the month, with only her tits being used for fucking. Mark would have the round, pert globes slathered with oil or sweet smelling lotion or, a few times, warmed butter. The girl would push her breasts together around Mark’s cock as closely as she could, making a good, tight fucking hole. A week of Mark availing himself in her cleavage and shooting his seed onto her chest or face. This was always followed by a week of being used only for her mouth. The third week was for her pussy, fucking her there as hard and as roughly as he desired, and the last week of the month was when her bottom hole would be sorely exploited and stretched. And then the routine would repeat, giving her some time to recover and feel, once again, the emptiness in her holes.
“The last time? Christmas Eve.”
“That was over four months ago. Poor dear.” Victoria fastens her mouth to the girl’s clit and sucks on the bud, making the girl’s thighs quiver around her head.
“She came when I took her to Marcelline’s last month,” Mark says, sounding disgruntled. “We were visiting the barn and she got very worked up watching Marcelline milk one of the cows. I puled out as soon as soon as she started to climax, so it wasn’t a very good come for her, but it was still a massive disappointment.”
"Surely just as disappointing for her, having a good come like that ruined!”
“She likes that it’s my decision to let her come,” Mark replies calmly. “Knowing that it’s not her choice, that she can’t control her own body, it stimulates her and keeps her wet all the time, like nothing else.”
“Hmm.” She squeezes the girl’s thighs, running her hands up the girl’s body, all the way up until her hands closed on the girl’s breasts. She tugs on the hard, rubbery nipples as she curls her tongue and worries at that sorry little clit. Mark is fucking the girl in short, controlled thrusts, pushing the girl’s crotch closer to her mouth each time.
The girl is gasping out broken cries. Her entire body keeps tensing, a full-body clenching of muscles – that cunt must feel so good clasping Mark’s cock – as she is worked between Victoria’s mouth and Mark’s cock.
When the girl gets close to climax, Victoria eases off with her mouth and twists the girl’s nipples as hard as she can while she adds her stern chastisements to Mark’s.
“No, you’re not allowed to come,” Victoria says, while Mark growls, “Don’t you dare, don’t you even dare think about it” as he brackets her throat with one hand and pinches the soft flesh of her inner thighs with the other.
The girl alternates between panting like a dog when they use her body, and squealing like a pig when they force her away from climaxing. Near the end, when she can no longer hold herself up and in place for Victoria and Mark, her wrists are cuffed and secured by a connecting chain to a hook installed in the ceiling above the shower. The girl sags in her chains as Mark continues to fuck her until he spills his seed inside her cunt, and Victoria keeps sucking and licking up that sweet nectar. Made sweeter, Victoria thinks, because of how the girl has been denied.
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