Cruising With Karen:Part 1 - Sex Stories

Cruising With Karen:Part 1

... will wear it in my presence at all times.” Opening one clip he attached it to the base of Karen’s right breast. She let out a short gasp as the pressure of the lip pinched her nipple. He smiled, then attached the other clip to the other nipple. Karen winced again. Dieter then gave the chain a short tug. “Ouch! That hurts!” she said. “This is your introduction to pleasure-pain. Soon you will associate the two, perhaps to the point of needing both or getting neither.” He returned his hand to her crotch, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he re-introduced his middle finger into her lust dampened slit. Soon, he was plunging two fingers deep into her cunt, making her moan, as she arched her hips to give him deeper access. Slowly the intensity in her belly increased, as did her moans. She was getting very, very close to coming, as he scratched at her G-spot while swirling his thumb against her swollen clit. “Oh God! I’m going to cum.” She panted. He immediately stopped. “NO! Only with my permission, Karen.” He said, his fingers stock still, still buried in her molten cunt, his thumb no longer in contact with her clit. “Please! PLEASE, make me cum. I’m sooo close!” Dieter tugged on ...

... the swag, ”I’m so close, what!”, he snapped. Wincing at the sharp pain in her nipples, she replied, “I’m so close, Master.” He smiled, plunged his fingers faster, deeper inside her, bringing her back to the edge almost instantly. “Oh fuck! Oh, God, please? Make me cum master! Please, Sir! PLEASE!” Curling his fingers inside her as he pulled the swag, he replied, “Cum for me Karen! Cum for me, now!” The stinging pain from her chest blended with the pulsating earthquake in her cunt as she thrashed on the bed, howling as her orgasm ripped through her completely. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from the depths of her wetness, feeding her juices to her, one finger at a time. Panting from the exertion, her breasts and belly blushing, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and chest, Karen came down slowly. The muscles in her belly tight from clutching at Dieter’s fingers, her nipples sore from being pinched and tugged, her face at peace. She thought. ‘If his fingers were that good, what would his cock feel like?’ Dieter walked to the foot of the bed, kneeling between Karen’s outstretched legs, staring lasciviously at her ravaged cunt. “Inge! You may bring Grey in, now!” (to be continued)