The Flogger - Sex Stories

The Flogger

... parted for balance, muscles taut. Her eyes moved up over his thighs to settle on his cock as it swung.

He raised and lowered the flogger in an easy movement of his wrist, slapping her cheeks with the strips, a gentle, almost weak blow. He felt his own pulse beat in his throat as his wrist cocked back again and he flashed the leather onto her again. The pulse quickened slightly at the sight of her white tender skin between the splayed dark anthracite of the leather bands; it fixed the rhythm of the blows as he began to flog her, wrist tilting back and forth and at her first tiny sigh, felt a new heaviness in his sex as his blood pumped in time with the slap of leather on flesh.

She felt the pulse. Felt it as the beat of a drum in a slave galley - powerful, somehow inevitable, felt it deep within herself before she realised that it was her own heartbeat.

She eased her ass back a little more, luxuriating in the gentle strokes, eyes fascinated by the heaviness she saw in his swinging manhood, measuring the sudden transition from a swing to a rubbery springiness, seeing veins appear like a river delta, drank in the darkening of his skin.

She felt a flush appear. On her face as she was nearly upside down, on her buttocks that began to feel a sting as his strokes grew heavier with each stroke, still landing like the beat of her heart. Her breath grew deeper as she became aware of a growing dampness, a feeling of...relaxing, a stirring deep within her.

She watched ...

... the beat in his cock, saw the pulse that drove the flogger, felt it's echo in her neck and it's kiss on her reddening buttocks. She saw the pulse filling his shaft, watched the ridge of the head tighten under the foreskin, saw it swell with each stroke until the foreskin rolled back to reveal the head, swollen, purple and tight like a fat ripe plum. She saw the glistening sheen of his precum that coated the head of his sex. She heard a moan - her own - slip between her parted lips, carried on a breath and drawn by the leather on her cheeks and that skin rolling back like a curtain.

He felt the first throb. Felt it as he felt his cock stretch his foreskin too far, felt the head rush into the open as the skin surrendered to the force of desire. He heard a moan, husky and deep, as it eased from her lips. He moaned too, in his mind.

His voice was raucous as he told her:

"Kneel."

She knelt, pressed her shoulders down to the cold floor, she felt her nipples harden even more against the cold stone and held her ass high as she felt his foot push her knees wide apart. Her hands moved under her body, wanted to drift between her legs to caress the growing dampness there, but drifted to her nipples instead; not to protect from the cold stone, but to squeeze, to pinch in secret.

The flogger began it's insisting beat once more, harder now, the sting marked by the redness, the redness underlined by their breathing, panting with each smack of the strips on her skin. She moaned, ...