Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... hear a tube drop onto the bed, I hear greasy stroking, then I feel two hands, greasy hands, one on each hip, as I prepare for his cock to invade my colon.

The tip of his cock is resting at my most intimate opening, a slight pressure, then more pressure, the uncomfortable sensation of my anus being forced open. The sensation grows as his cock head pushes through my anus. With an audible pop, I hear and feel him inside me. His cock slowly pushing inside me, until I feel his hips against my buttocks.

Master stays in this position, his cock fully inserted into my ass, resting, letting me become as comfortable as I can with the width of his cock.

Master starts pulling back, leaving a void I want filled, only stopping when all that inserted is the head of his cock. Just as slowly, he reinserts his cock fully. Pulling back a little quicker, reinserting a little quicker until he is butt fucking me with a steady rhythm.

Master increases his thrust speed, his thrust force, until I am being pushed forward on his inward thrust, grunting, being pulled back on his outward pull, gasping. The popping sound of his hips slapping against my buttocks, sending waves of pain from the flogging deep inside me, vibrating my pussy walls, increasing my arousal fluid, his balls hitting my clitoris, increasing my arousal fluid, my pussy becoming more and more sensitive.

Suddenly, Master says, "Slave you may only cum, when I cum."

All I am able to utter in response is a grunting, "Yes, ...

... Master."

I feel his cock grow in width ever so slightly, his cock becoming harder ever so slightly, as he buries his cock deep in my colon.

I feel his balls rising and falling, rubbing over my clitoris as his sperm is pumping into me. The warm flood of his cum coats my colon. And with the first spirt, I orgasm, draining me again, sending me to orgasmic spasms.

I am being held up by my hips as Masters softening cock is withdrawn from me. I feel a runny liquid oozing out of my rectum, running down my vulva, being mixed with my fluid, and dripping on the sheets I'm kneeling on. I stay in this position for several minutes, unable to, or unsure I can stand without falling.

Every Saturday is punishment day. Any mistakes, missteps, or brattyness I exhibit is accumulated, and punishment is exacted then.

This past week, I was scolded for not having a clean bathroom, laughed when Master told me to be quiet, pouted that I couldn't accompany his to the grocery store, I like wearing my collar and leash in public. It amuses me to watch the self-righteous have their meltdowns. The worst offense, I received a traffic ticket for speeding.

I heard Master yell, "Slave, get in here." Oh my god, he found the ticket. Fuck!

I ran into his office, adopted my inspection stance, legs spread, my feet shoulder width apart, standing upright, hands clasped behind my back, looking down slightly.

Master was holding my speeding ticket in his hand, waving it like a flag, saying, "Why ...