A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... moving, seemed to become a part of me. The constant tapping, the stinging, spread through my body. My swollen balls and aching cock hanging down had me feeling larger as my longing for release and relief grew.

The movement on my back pushed me further down, deeper into myself. Sara’s rapid breathing seemed to match my own. Swish. My cock twitched as the glow spread, making me swell.

“Five. My pussy is so wet. Don’t you want to fuck me?” There was a longing in her voice.

I felt my cock twitch again. It bounced below me, seeking stimulation, wanting to be buried deep inside her. The tapping continued. Sara kept up the rhythm as her leg trembled, driving into me. Another low moan and I felt juices hit my side, the moan deepened. Swish.

“Six. Why are you making me wait?”

The tapping stopped. I felt Sara’s leg lift away from my back. I sensed her move around me and then felt her kneel between my feet once more.

My cock throbbed as she wrapped her cold, wet hand around it. She rubbed up and down my length again, smearing lubricant over my entire length, circling the head, my foreskin permanently retracted. The glow from my backside merged with the swelling in my cock as she stroked me. Her hand felt so small against the skin of my engorged flesh. My being seemed to become the longing in my cock.

She maintained a steady movement up and down. I wanted to fuck her hand. I could feel my orgasm slowly rising.

“I want this cock. I want your cum dripping from my ...

... pussy.” In my mind’s eye, all I could see was my cock driving in and out of her, our combined juices flowing from her. Her small hand stroked up and down. I longed for more pressure, for her to squeeze, to milk me. Suddenly she just let go. Again my cocked twitched and bounced seeking contact.

“First, I have to finish, and I want you to count. Six more. Count down from six and be sure to thank me for each stroke.”

I felt her move away from me.

She held the cane against my backside and started to tap again. Swish.

“Six. Thank you.” My voice was a little shaky.

Swish

“Five. Thank you.”

Swish

“Four. Thank you.”

Swish

“Three. Thank you.” I came very close to using a safeword. Sara must have caught a previous welt because the pain seemed to be multiplied. She didn’t pause.

Swish

“Two. Thank you.” My throat felt dry.

Swish

“One. Thank you.” It was over. At least, the pain was over. I lay still. The burning in my backside slowly subsided to a glow. Sara followed my example and I felt a cold gel being applied gently to my welts – I knew there were welts because I could feel the undulation as her hands gently massaged the gel all over my buttocks.

“OK,” she said. “Let’s get you up from there.”

I felt the ropes pulling on my wrists become loose and I flexed my arms just to get the circulation back. Sara carefully took each arm and manoeuvred them slowly so my wrists met in the small of my back. I felt her tying the ropes together.

She ...