H's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 2

... in response. "Feel free to beg, my little sweet one. In fact, I insist that you do." And he slapped her sore ass one time to emphasize the command. "Please Sir, please, please, please. I need it. I want it. Sooooo much." "What is it that you want so very badly, my little sweet one?" "I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard." "Oh, you can be more descriptive than that, my little sweet one. Fuck is such a simple and generic word." Was he kidding? Her mind could barely put together a sentence at this point and he wanted poetry? But it was clear he wouldn't give her what she wanted unless he got what he wanted. "P-p-please Sir. Please, I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to shove it deep inside me. I want it sliding in and out of me hard and fast. Please, Sir. Please, please, pleeeeeeaaaassssse!" "As you wish, my little sweet one." He grabbed her hips and slid his cock into her drenched pussy far too slowly but God it felt so good. Once he had filled her completely and his hips pressed against her sore bottom, she heard him moan and he began pumping into her hard and fast, driving her into the mattress with every thrust. Soon she felt it building inside her. She knew she had to control it and she fought it... oh how she fought it. She gritted her teeth and tried to breathe slowly but it was no use. She'd have to beg again. "Please Sir. Please. May I please cum, Sir." And he stopped. Dead. No movement. His hard cock still buried inside her. How could ...

... he do that? Just stop, right in the middle of fucking her. The only movement was his cock throbbing inside her. She moaned, much more loudly than she intended. "You must learn control, my little sweet one. Do you understand?" She moaned again, so very in need she thought she'd pass out. "Yes, Sir." "Yes, what, my little sweet one?" Was he kidding her again? Rational though again... now!?! She breathed deeply twice, pushing the need down deep inside herself. "Yes, Sir. I must learn control." His voice was so calm, so steady. He wasn't even breathing hard. "And what does that mean right now, my little sweet one?" "That I must not cum, Sir." "Until what, my little sweet one?" "Until you tell me to, Sir." "Are you ready to continue then, my little sweet one?" Was she? Not quite. She needed more time. Would he grant it to her? "May I have a few moments, Sir?" "You may, my little sweet one. This time." "Thank you, Sir." OK, now what? Think of something else. Yeah right. Something other than the thick, hard, throbbing cock filling her so completely right now. Something other than being naked and strapped up in cuffs and helpless. She had to try something though. She tried the alphabet backwards and counting backwards in French from twenty and finally got herself in control. "I'm ready, Sir." "Good girl, my little sweet one." His hands gripped her hips more tightly and started moving in tiny little thrusts, pushing his hips into her in a moderate rhythm. She knew he was being kind to ...