And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... red before my eyes while my bowels seemed to be ripped apart. I cried out in pain. ‘You like that, eh? I know you like that, you dirty bitch.’ She withdrew almost completely, only to thrust back into me again. She was holding me by the hips and pulled me into her every time she pushed forward. I could almost feel the rubber shaft pushing all the way up to my throat, or at least so I thought. There was no way of telling what was real and what wasn’t anymore. Marie was viciously fucking my ass with such brutal force that I lost all sense of time and space. As during the flogging, she was grunting with every thrust, a sound that reverberated inside my brain and would stay with me long after the ordeal. Marie fucked me for what seemed an hour but could not have been more than ten minutes, until she suddenly started to shudder behind me and her thrusts fell out of rhythm. She clung onto my back while pushing her pelvis forward against my ass and burying her cock deeper inside me than ever before. After a short while, Marie slapped my ass and stepped back. The strapon slid out of my asshole, which felt dilated and sore. I had to press my asscheeks together as I felt something stirring inside and I didn’t want another accident. Marie untied the strap that held my wrist chain and I slumped off the vaulting horse onto the floor, exhausted and in severe pain. My legs were bent beneath my body, but Marie came around to the back again and untied my ankle cuffs from the platform. I ...

... rolled onto my back and stretched my legs, holding my stomach. Marie unbuckled her strapon and took it to the sink, where she dropped it unceremoniously. She came back to where I was lying on the floor and stood over me. I looked up at her thick cunt bush, then at her face above it. ‘This just doesn’t cut it. I thought I was going to enjoy fucking you, but I still can’t get over the fact that you farted on me and still had the gall to find that funny. No man has ever been so blatantly disrespectful to me. I need something from you to make me forget what you did. Any ideas?’ ‘I-I don’t know. You whipped the l-living daylights out of me. T-that must count for s-something.’ ‘I don’t feel vindicated at all. I need more from you.’ ‘M-maybe you c-could f-fart on me again?’ ‘Naah. Too weak. Anyway, I think you enjoy that. You’re a piss pig and a fart pig. Give me something else. Something that will convince me that you’re sorry about what you did.’ I racked my brain, but came up blank. My stomach was still hurting. ‘You’re not working with me here, Peter. I had expected so much more from you. Jane said you are extremely serviceable and forthcoming. I’m not getting that from you.’ ‘I-I’m sorry, Marie. I just can’t seem to think straight right now.’ ‘You said earlier you’d do anything for me.’ ‘I would. I will. Anything. Anything to make it up to you.’ ‘Damn, why must a woman always do everything herself? You men are such fart brains. No imagination at all.’ Marie stepped over me. She ...