Perverts 'R' Us

Domme Drow

By Danyealle ( F/m, fantasy, fist, BDSM )

Bent over the horse, with both hands cuffed to it, he tried to stay still but wasn't able to stop shaking. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but he was also a bit apprehensive, wondering if he should go through with it. Hearing the high heels click against the hard floor, he shook violently and then whimpered and shut his eyes. While his cock was already hard as an iron bar, standing out straight from his body, the sound of those steps drawing closer made it throb madly, pre-cum starting to dribble from the head.

Finally, they stopped right behind him. Then, suddenly, her riding crop landed dead center across his ass, causing a painful and fiery sensation. Gasping, he shuddered violently, cock throbbing harder. Stepping around to the side of him, she grabbed a handful of his shaggy, sandy-blonde hair and forced him to turn it towards her. Sneering, her red eyes locked with his. "Last chance wolf man, say the word and I'll release you. If you don't, there won't be another opportunity later. You'll be here for the duration."

Mouth dry, he nodded, "I'm staying, Shrioyss."

Nodding, her red eyes seemed to glow a bit, "So be it, Airath." Releasing his hair, she once again stepped behind him then unleashed a relentless torrent of strokes from the riding crop across his, naked, upturned ass.

Tensing up, he hissed through clenched teeth. It felt as though his ass was on fire, sending lightning bolts of pain shooting throughout his body.

Once she had covered every inch of his ass, from the top of his thighs all the way up to his back, with angry, scarlet-colored welts she took a couple of steps backward to admire her handiwork. After grinning at the striped effect, she grabbed a bottle of oil. Dumping some in her hand, she stepped back behind him and then started rubbing it over the welted areas. As she expected, the effect was immediate.

When the oil started to penetrate the inflamed areas, he let out a strangled cry and tensed up, quivering. It was as if someone had dumped something flammable onto something that was already in flames, making it burn hotter. As more of it penetrated, the inflamed area took on a swollen, heavy feeling, throbbing madly. Unable to hold still, he squirmed all over, moaning.

While the pain was one of the reasons she used the oil, its real purpose was to protect the skin a bit more and aid in healing so the welts wouldn't become a scar. Putting the bottle aside, she rubbed his ass a bit before using two fingers to part his ass crack. Holding them apart, his asshole exposed to her gaze, she dipped her fingers into a bowl of oil that sat on a table by the horse. Once they were slicked up a bit, she ran them lightly up and down his exposed crack a couple times. Once the flesh was shiny and wet, she put one finger on his asshole, twirling it around the puckered opening, watching it clench and unclench from the sensation. Then she eased one finger into the tight opening. Sliding it in and out as well as twirling it around.

Gasping, he clutched onto the legs of the horse tightly. The sensation of her digit in contact with his sensitive sphincter was incredible. Shuddering, his cock throbbed harder, pre-cum dripping steadily from it.

After a bit, she slipped in a second finger, then a third, and so on until only her thumb was left outside. Pulling her fingers almost all the way out, she folded her thumb over her palm then started sliding the fingers back in. When she reached the bump the thumb knuckle created, she had to apply some more pressure before it would stretch his tight hole enough to allow it to finally slide in.

Howling loudly as her whole hand finally slid in, his asshole clenched and unclenched involuntarily around her wrist. Quaking all over, the handcuff chains rattled and the horse creaked beneath him.

With her hand buried up to her wrist, she twisted it side to side before clenching what was inside him into a fist. Slowly, she pulled it backwards, watching his asshole stretch wide as the fist slowly pulled through it. Once out, his hole stilled gaped open, revealing the deep red interior of his rectum. Placing the fist back at the opening, she pushed it back in until the sphincter closed around her fist.

Glancing up she could see the big werewolf's face was red and contorted in an expression that spoke of both pleasure a pain. His rock solid, muscular seven-foot frame was soaked in sweat, and the 10-inch piece of meat that hung between his legs was twitching back and forth, pre-cum dripping steadily from it. Grinning, she pushed a few errant white hairs back over her pointed ears. The dim light of the chamber seemed to make her coal-back skin shine.

After a good five minutes of fisting his stretched hole, she pulled her hand out. Grabbing a towel off the table, she wiped her hand down. Once done, she uncuffed him then forced him down onto all fours. Attaching a leash to his collar, she led him over to her chair in the corner. Flopping down into it, she draped one of her long legs over the arm, exposing her black, wet pussy. Pulling him closer by the leash, her other hand slid between her legs and began rubbing her clit. With eyes flashing, she growled, "Lick my cunt!"

Not having to be told twice, he buried his face into the drow's pussy and began lapping up her juices.

Taking her finger off her clit, she held her lips apart for him, keeping a close eye on what he did.

Taking the hint, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the swollen nub a couple times before starting to lap at it, like a dog drinking water.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled his head closer to her cunt, "Suck it! Make me cum, you worthless piece of shit!" she snarled loudly.

Taking the sensitive nub in his mouth, he sucked on it gently, his tongue flicking across the tip of it. Pressing his face tighter to her pussy, he sucked harder, tasting her tangy but not unpleasant juices.

Shutting her eyes, she let her head drop back against the chair, groaning. Her lanky, muscular six foot body was bathed in sweat. Grinding her crotch onto his face, she began panting as the telltale jolts of pleasure she always felt before and orgasm shot through her body. Within a couple minutes she moaned loudly, body shivering, as the powerful orgasm gripped her.

Felling the throb of her clit and her body quaking, he continued sucking on the nub, feeling her wetnesses on his face. Even when the orgasm was over, he continued on.

After catching her breath, she shoved him away then stood up. Tugging on the leash, she started walking to the other side of the room. Scrambling around, he positioned himself on all fours and followed her lead. When she stopped she undid his leash then pointed to the medical table in the corner.

Standing up, he lay down on the table and slid his feet into the stirrups. Stepping between his legs, she adjusted the stirrups until his legs where spread as far apart as she could get them. Stepping aside, she slid a table on wheels between his legs. Sitting on it was a motorized fucking machine with a 12-inch dildo attached to it. Grasping the fake phallus, she positioned it against his red and slightly swollen asshole. Putting her foot on the control pedal, she depressed it slightly and the dildo slid all the way into him. Glowering at him, she snarled, "Jerk off."

Taking his throbbing cock in hand, he began stroking it while the dildo reamed his ass. As the phallus slid itself in and out of his rectum, it rubbed against his prostate, causing it to throb and pulse.

Grinning, she pushed down harder on the pedal, causing the machine to pick up speed. "That's it bitch-boy, play with your cock." she sneered, eyes flashing.

Body taut, he panted heavily as his hand moved faster on his rock-hard cock. A thin sheen of sweat covered his entire body. His breath was coming in short, heavy gasps and his eyes were screwed tightly shut. The faster the dildo plowed into him, the faster his hand moved and the more labored his breath became. Finally, he let out a strangled cry and then he started shooting his load all over his stomach.

While he caught his breath, she shut off the machine and put it back in its place. Stepping up next to the table, she ran her finger through the cum on his stomach. Putting the finger to his lips, he licked it off. She repeated it until there wasn't any left. Stepping back, she glared at him and pointed at the floor by her feet. Hopping off the table, he once again positioned himself on all fours with his head hung down. Snapping the leash back on, she tugged it and started walking to the door. He followed obediently.