A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 14

... inflicted more than just a simple spanking on her. Once naked, she climbed onto the bed. “What…” I started, but she shushed me. “Spread your legs and bend your knees. A bit further. Good, keep them like this.” She slipped in between my legs, leaving no doubts about her intentions. When her tongue snaked out towards my swollen pussy, I held my breath. She licked all over my pussy lips, as tenderly as possible, but it still felt like being rubbed with sandpaper. I whimpered, but she ignored me, increasing her pace bit by bit. Yes, it hurt, but it also aroused me, the hot, wet feeling of need just seconds behind the small bursts of pain. She paused. “What if I wanted to be rougher right now?” she inquired. I swallowed hard. My heart started to beat like a machine gun. What was it about letting myself be hurt that turned me on so much? “Then you should,” I croaked, “it’s not up to a slave to decide her mistress’ actions.” The bright smile she sent me sent a warm, fuzzy feeling directly into my heart. “However I want?” “However you want, Mistress.” I wondered what she had in mind. Until she had crawled around me on all fours, that is, and started to lower her body directly over mine, her pussy over my mouth. The moment when her weight settled on my breasts drew the air from my lungs, and when she parted my pussy lips with her fingers, my vision blurred. But it felt incredibly right, and the sweet scent of her sex in my nose helped me ignore my pains. I delved into her pussy ...

... like a drowning girl would grab onto a plank of wood, licking, sucking and whimpering and groaning when her tongue and fingers squeezed and pulled and sucked on my own swollen snatch. We came almost simultaneously, she with understated, trembling, whining waves, while I shouted my release in a big torrent of lust into her sex. Thank god she had the presence of mind to roll off me, or things would have quickly gone from pleasurable aftershocks to heavy pain. She snuggled up to my side and rested her head on my shoulder. “You know, when you told me about having your pussy whipped, you didn’t sound all that sorry.” I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. “I wasn’t. I’m still not.” “I would have loved to have seen that. But what about the peeing?” This was the one point that had torn my self-image into smithereens. Would Anne understand? It took more than a minute until I could find the courage to answer. “A part of me hated it. But the other part loved it. Do you - do you think I’m sick?” My fingers started to tremble when she didn’t reply immediately. “Oh Bunnie,” she sighed, “perhaps you are a little deviant in some way, but would that be a bad thing? You told me she invited you for a weekend. Would you go there again?” “I don’t think so. I’m still not sure I can trust her, and it would be too intense.” “But you thought about it already?” “No! Yes. How do you know?” “Would you do it if I wanted you to? If I’d be there to make sure you aren’t permanently harmed?” My pussy ...