This story is purely fiction, and contains sexually explicit situtions possibly
involving (but not limited to) rape, pedophilia, vegetables, coffee mugs, and
various farm animals.
The characters in these stories are in no way based on real people. If you
feel that they might be based on you, you are probably an idiot. I don't know
you.
Keep this shit out of the hands of children you lazy, thoughtless bastard.
Do you have ANY idea what a kid who read this stuff during his childhood would
grow up to be? Well, YOU'RE READING THE KIND OF FUCKED UP SHIT HE WOULD END
UP WRITING.
Enjoy.
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Kendra's crotch burned with her lust. She longed for the engorged member of her master to ease her longing and give her the sweet release she so desired. She slowly thrust her pelvis into the air as if there was something there to fuck, only to be frusterated. He had pulled his cruelest of tricks on her again: tying her up, bringing her to the very brink of orgasm and leaving her, again and again.
It was usually a punishment for one thing or another. In this case, she had
disobeyed when he had commanded her to lick his ass. She did not blame herself;
it was a disgusting thing, nothing like what they usually did. They had recently
taken up BDSM as a hobby, but it was slowly growing into a lifestyle. Brian
was constantly pushing her limits and trying to make her try new things. Some
she liked, some she disliked, and other she was terrified to try.
Anal sex, nipple clamps, watersports, whippings and bondage. It was all so overwhelming
at some times, and others it left her in such a swirl of ecstasy that she scarce
cared at all that she bled from her ass and her nipples felt like they soon
would burst. The physical sensations brought on by their new play had taken
her sex life to new heights. Never again, she knew, could she be satisfied with
a meat and patatos sex life. Despite the pain, despite the fear, despite the
ocassional digust and humiliation, she was way too into it to ever go back.
She sensed him coming back, and in her stomach a knot of nervousness and lonliness
had been relieved, but a tighter knot of fear had grown to replace it. She was
afraid he had come to punish her more rather than relieve her of her burning
desire, but she also had in him a profound trust that he would never push her
too far or make their sex [i]too[/i] unenjoyable to her.
He smiled down at her, lying completely nude on their bed, goregous, long blode
hair frayed and strewn about her upper body, her arms tied to the bed via soft,
satin rope. Her feet he left free because it allowed her to put her feet up
near her head or on his shoulders, allowed acces to her ass for sex or whipping,
and better access to her womanhood, for the obvious.
Her chest heaved up and down. He loved her chest; in his eyes, it was utterly
perfect. He detested woman with large, saggy breasts. Kendra's were firm, and
average to slighly-less-than-average in size. Topped with tiny, pink nippes,
they simply cried to be sucked and clamped and - once in a while - whipped around
a bit.
"Mm... You have been a bad girl, but I think you have payed the price.
Maybe the whole analingus thing was a bit too advanced for us right now, anyways..."
She sighed in relief that he was not still mad at her, for she hated it when
he was mad at her.
He took her legs and, one by one, tied them to the headboard in a similar fashion
as he had her hands. She was an extremely limber woman, and the extremely precarious
position gave her only the slightest of miscomfort, provided she was not in
it for too long.
She expected him to mount a hole and fuck it, hoping it to be her pussy and
not her ass, as anal sex could not bring her to orgrasm and, frankly, she did
not like it all that much.
Instead, he lowered his face to her vagina, and started giving her the fantastic
oral sex that he often would. He was a master at it. He knew her body better
than her, she thought.
At first, he nibbled lightly on a swollen lip, and then proceeded to suck and
prod, slowly, with his tongue, teasing her glistening organ with the tip of
his tongue, making her wriggle, squirm, and beg for more.
He moved up to her engorged clitoris and spun his tongue around it in little
cirlces, occasionally flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. As he felt
her starting to near orgasm, he backed off and let her cool down a bit, much
to her dissapointment.
He moved, slowly, down her pussy, past it, past her sensitive chode, right to
the puckered opening to her rosebud. She was not entirely sure was he was doing,
but cought on quickly. He proded and pocked the hole with his tongue, slowly
lubricating it and pushing into it. Once he had the tip of his tongue touching
the sensitive inner rim, he swirled it around and moved his tongue in a way
that made Kendra moan in exquisite pleasure. Anal intercourse gave her pain
and a feeling that she needed to have a bowel movement, but the sensuous tip
of her lovers tongue gave no pain, little desire to shit, and as much pleasure
as the best cunilingus she had ever experienced.
She was beginning to understand her lover's previous desire to explore to realm
of analingus, and, after this, she knew she would not be nearly so conservative
on the subject.
He continued to teaste, lick, and swirl his tongue around her little rosebud.
She started thrust herself at him, trying to force the tongue deeper, trying
to get more satisfaction for her now burning little ass. As she would thrust
forward, he would pull back.
After a minute or so of this, he decided she was lubed and stretched enough
to allow his tongue to slide, slowly, about half way into into her. Her moans
of pleasure encouraged him, and he slowly slid more and more of his tongue into
her, and with each more molecule filling her yearning anus, she would groan
louder and louder and beg more and more earnestly. She was so worked up that
Brian decided it was time to give her the orgasm he had started her on her way
to over two hours ago, before her punishment, and which he had fed just enough
arousal to keep her aching for the painful two hours. But the punishment was
over, and she realized that she had been wrong not to trust her master.
He started to twist and wriggle his tongue within her as one hand reached up
to her pussy. His touch made her smile and moan, half with lusty desire and
half with love.
He started thrusting a finger in and out of her excessively lubricated hole,
but quickly withdrew and started to work her clitoris. In a matter of seconds,
she felt a massive orgasm welling up in the depths of her body, needing only
the slightest more touch to send her flying over the edge.
For a split-second, she feared he was about to pull away from her and leave
her aching and burning once again as part of her continued punishment, but he
could not bring himself to be so cruel, and his love for her and his desire
for her to be happy far overcame his desire to continue punishing her, especially
for so frivolous an offence.
She froze, arched her back, let out a scream, and let her body begin to convulse.
But this time, Brain had one hand working her clitoris, one pumping two fingers
in and out of her box, and his tongue working feverishly to pleasure her sensitive
anus.
He felt her vaginal walls contract around his fingers and her anus grib consulsivly
around his tongue. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body, form the tips
of her toes to the tips of her erect little pink nipples.
As it ended, she lay back down on the bed and relaxed her entire being. She
panted for breath and felt his tongue and fingers slide effortlessly out of
her exhausted orrifices. It was certainly one of the strongest orgasms she had
yet to experience, and she knew it was one she would never forget.