Farah’s Revenge – Reginald St. James - Sex Stories

Farah’s Revenge – Reginald St. James

... Omigod! I thought. The bastard is exciting me! The pain is turning me on! However, I looked at the winking recording light on my iPad and was reassured.

He squeezed my breasts as he sucked and bit. He surprised me with how thoroughly he milked me, for he left me totally dry by the end of it. I looked down and saw he had left welts on my breasts, and bruises on my nipples that I knew would become colorful.

He pushed me down onto my back on the sofa and rucked my skirt up to my waist. His hand found my vulva through my silk-and-lace thong. He manipulated it crudely – he had little finesse, but he still stoked my incipient stimulation and drew forth moisture. I was panting now, with quick intakes of breath.

“You’re mine, bitch!” he barked.

He put his fingers at the hip strap of the thong and pulled hard. I had chosen a flimsy one and he was able to rip it off me. The sound of tearing fabric was harsh and loud, at odds with the fragility of the thong.

He pushed two fingers into my moistening pussy and began to thrust them into me. He hit my clit numerous times ...

... but with violence, not art. He hurt me but still continued to arouse me. I mewed and he huffed, “You’re getting wet, bitch! You like this!”

“Omigod!!” I cried. “What are you doing to me?”

“You’ve got me hard, bitch,” he said.

“No, no,” I whined. “Please, no!”

But I arched my back into his fingers in my pussy, encouraging him to thrust harder. He responded by jabbing into me with more aggression, hurting me even more but also heightening my arousal at an alarming rate.

“Omigod! Omigod!” I repeated, over and over.

“You can’t resist me, bitch! I’ll show you I’m more of a man than Grierson!”

It was Jack that had taught me to feel my body’s innermost desires and respond to them. Now St. James was using Jack’s training against me. Worse, he stopped just as I was on the verge of cumming.

I was breathless as he pulled his fingers out of me with a snarl.

“Now give me a blowjob. Then I’ll fuck you. I want you smelling of sex when you give me the access codes.”

He pushed me off the sofa onto my knees and sat in front of me with his pants and briefs around...