A fishing trip - Sex Stories

A fishing trip

... the vibrations of the cold metal against my skin as Jim holds it between my ass cheeks. The vibrations serve to deaden the nerves and relax the muscles of my ass until Jim is able to slip the silver bullet into me. The vibrations feel great on my inner flesh and despite myself, a moan escapes around the ball plugging my mouth. I feel smooth leather strands dragging across my back and down over my ass cheeks. Wondering what he is going to do really start to excite me, quite a surprise to my reasoning. I hear the whiz of the straps as they travel through the air, landing solidly across both my ass cheeks. My whole body stiffens from the pain and all the breath is forced from my lungs a tear involuntarily escaping from my eye. The pain starts to lessen and I can breathe again just in time to hear the sound of the cat ending its return on my ass. Again the pain stiffens my body, but Jim doesn’t wait until it lessens this time before he swings the whip again. He continues decreasing the intervals between strikes until it seems like a single, long hit. I have trouble breathing through my nose, not enough air in getting in and I strain to force the ball from its nest. Jim has stopped with the whip, out of weariness on his part or lust, I don’t know. My own troubles dominate my thoughts; my aching ass and the lack of air to cool my boiling blood. I don’t remember when Jim had stood up, but now he is standing beside the bed, fully naked as the day he was born, a rock hard erection ...

... staring me in the face. He reaches over and unbuckles the gag. I push the ball clear of my mouth and take a deep breath. My open mouth is too inviting for Jim and he locks his fingers behind my head then drives his hot throbbing cock into my mouth. With only a couple of strokes, Jim starts a moan that builds to a muffled scream as his cum squirts out, shooting down my throat, covering my face with wave after wave of hot cum. Jim is in control and reminds me of that fact by rubbing his cock all around my face, painting it with a sticky layer. Having emptied his loins, he now takes a towel lying on the counter and after rolling it lengthwise, wraps it around my face, gagging me once again. “Bit thirsty now, ya know?” Jim remarks. He grabs a cold beer and pops the top. After a deep sip, he asks “you need some yourself?” He takes my muffled reply as a yes, but to my surprise he tips the can and floods my back with the cold beer. The cold of the beer is a shock to by burning skin, but does cool it down; until the alcohol reaches the skin tortured from the whip where it burns the nerves like a flame. My whole body tenses from the pain and I hear a chuckle from Jim. “That too cold for you?” He reaches down and gives my ass a light slap. My tense body feels the pain from his hand more than I would have expected. Jim notices my intense discomfort. “Let me help you relax again” Jim tells me as he rejoins me on the bed then straddles my hips; he once again massages my back. His gentle ...