Mr Jones - Sex Stories

Mr Jones

... that heavy strap making the air sing and then SMACK, the impact of the heavy strap made my whole body shake, driving the wind out of my lungs and making me grunt with every stroke. The sting had not hardly started as the strap found its target for the second and third time but by the fourth I was well on my way to wailing aloud in pain. Oh gawd Mark I yelled it is too hard and too painful, I can't take it, but Mark quietly replied that I would take it and I had no other choice. He did not let up but actually struck me even harder; oh gawd I wailed as the strap whipped my helpless bottom. The heavy leather made a meaty whup sound every time it sunk into my burning flesh but when I figured it could not get any worse he started down the backs of my tender thighs. I was beyond yelling and was only able to cry and weep, pinned down by his strong hand and locked in place by the brass bar over my ankles I could do nothing but lay there and absorb the blows. I my effort to struggle I did not realize that I was actually spreading my legs farther apart giving him a better view of my honey pot and also allowing the strap to strike my tender inner thighs. All I could feel was a burning pain but Mark could see something that he was urgently waiting for and that was my slippery lubricant leaking from my aroused pussy. I was unaware that I was so aroused until the first orgasm overcame me; the convulsions of my orgasms were timed with the striking of the strap as though they were in ...

... unison. Mark kept striking me with that evil strap as hard as he could until I screamed in one massive orgasm, squirting my fluids all over the floor. Mark was gently rubbing my inflamed swollen bottom and thighs telling me what a good girl I was and how he would be proud to call me his daughter. He watched the thick slick fluid dripping from my kitty and running down the insides of my thighs and admiring my pussy lips quivering and swollen with arousal. I looked back at him through my tears and smiling replied, I would be happy to be your daughter if you would do this to me every weekend, but what if I was your wife how would you treat me then. Mark whispered in my ear, well if you were my wife you would get the strap every night and then you would get this. He moved in behind me and kicked my legs farther apart and while holding my hands tightly behind my back I could feel something pushing against my kitty spreading the slick wet lips apart. As he slid the massive head of his large rigid cock into my little kitty he asked me if I wanted this, all I could do was moan my approval, so he plunged his stiff member deep into my belly. In and out he plunged the whole length of this muscular python, pushing my body into the table making me grunt with every thrust. His rigid massive cock near split me in half as it slid deep into me, the pounding turning my exhausted body into a rag doll dangling from the end of his cock. I thought all my orgasms were used up but he would show me ...