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Pain Slut

... crop within easy reach. She sank her ass down on the greased shaft until her red, welted ass cheeks were flush against his thighs. He squeezed her ankles, &#034Raise,&#034 he said. He watched his shaft slowly emerge from her asshole as she slowly raised up, hesitating as the head of his cock was gripped by her anal ring, then slowly pulling totally off of his shaft. &#034Again,&#034 he said, and again the cockhead slowly spread her asshole as she sank down on it. He made her do it until he couldn't go any longer. He lifted her ankles off the ground, impaling her ass to maximum penetration, and held her there, savoring the moment, twitching in her tight asshole, finally shooting his cum deep in her ass. He removed her gag while still in her, reaching behind her head to undo the straps. He had never whipped her without the gag before. She didn't scream, she only moaned. He picked up the crop and carressed her tits with it, her hands still dutifully on top of her head, her upper body undulating against the rough, leather tip, her nipples growing erect under the crop. &#034Now,&#034 he said, &#034not a sound,Tina.&#034 She put her elbows straight out, rubbing her tits against the crop, and he lifted it and struck. She gave a sharp hiss, sucking in air through clenched teeth. He hit the other tit, and she moaned and rocked, but did not move her hands. He began to whip her tits in earnest now, and she groaned in agony, still sticking her tits out for the wicked stings of the crop. ...

... He felt himself growing hard in her ass again as he whipped her. He felt her asshole clench his growing cock, expanding her tight anal canal as she ground her ass down on him, then slightly lifting her ass, pulling at his cock. When he was again fully hard, he dropped the crop and grabbed her ankles. He squeezed. Without him having to say a word she rose, slowly pulling the cock from her asshole, then sinking back onto it. He picked up the crop, turned it around and rubbed her bulging clit with the handle. She totally lost her rythmic fucking, sinking on his shaft, leaning into the crop handle, and she came with a whimper, her ass muscles squeezing his iron hardness, her cunt opening and closing as he held the implement of her agony against her throbbing clit, forcing her into another orgasm. He untied her hands, another first. He squeezed her ankles, and she put her aching arms down on his chest and lifted her ass, reluctantly pulling his hardness from her body. He pushed her backwards, onto her knees between his legs. &#034Clean me,&#034 he said. He watched her lean forward and take his hardness into her mouth, sucking inward as she lowered her head down, putting her hands along his flanks, almost lifting his ass off the ground as she sucked him in deeper. He could see the grease and her ass-slime building around her mouth as her vacuum-seal of a mouth worked up and down his cock. He picked up the crop and struck her, hard, on her already welted, upturned ass. She gasped, a ...