For You, My Love - Sex Stories

For You, My Love

... my legs had stopped working. My cries of pleasure got louder and louder. ‘Please, Sir, please may I cum?’ ‘Oh, not just yet.’ I sobbed, I was so close it took every ounce of strength I had left to fight it off. I bit my lip so hard I was afraid I’d bite through it. I tried to focus, chanting, ‘Please.’ Under my breath. It felt incredible. I was so full and he was rubbing everything sensitive, it made my arse sting but the pain mixed in with the pleasure and added to it. ‘Please, Sir, please, please, please, oh my god that feels amazing, please, please, please, please, Sir, I need to cum. Please let me cum for you.’ It felt like an eternity before he finally said, ‘Yes, slut, you may cum now.’ It hit me like a wave, I all but screamed with the release. He was still pumping his fist into me, ensuring I came over and over again. Finally it happened, the fluid squirted out of me – he must have been drenched. He kept going and I kept squirting. I was totally limp on the table, only moving because of the force of his fisting. Cumming with what little energy I had left. ‘Breathe.’ I drew a breath in, unaware I’d stopped breathing, everything felt so incredible it was all I could focus on. Eventually he stopped, slowly he removed his hand and wiped it on my back; covering me in my own juices. He rubbed it over my face, dipping each of his fingers into my mouth. When he was satisfied they were clean he undid my ties, I was too exhausted to do anything other than twitch with ...

... aftershocks. He helped me up and carried me to the bed, placing me down gently. Tender from the punishment, I cried out. He laid down next to me, removed the lace dress and undid the clamps, I whimpered in pain as the blood rushed back to my nipples. He rubbed the sore nubs to soothe them before taking one in his mouth. It was still tender but there was something electric about the feel of him on me. Pain mixing with pleasure, more orgasms racking through me. He moved to the other nipple as I jerked beneath him, sucking harder and harder until he started leaving marks. Feeling a little recovered I moved my arms to pull him closer. The twitching turned to writhing and I pulled at his clothes, needing to feel his naked skin against mine. He briefly left me to shed his clothes before pulling me to the edge of the bed so my head hung over the edge. He tapped my mouth a few times with his cock so I opened up, he filled my mouth with his thick shaft. Forcing it so deeply down my throat I gagged, holding it in until I couldn’t take it anymore. He did this a few times before he pulled out, rubbing his spit covered cock all over my face. ‘You’re such a good little whore,’ he growled. He spanked my pussy gently a couple of times. ‘Move into the middle of the bed.’ As I did as I was told he climbed onto the bed between my legs, sliding his wet cock against my pussy. ‘Please fuck me, Sir. I need to feel you inside me.’ He did as I asked, slipping in easily in spite of his size, his arms on either ...