The Flogger - Sex Stories

The Flogger

... louder this time, pushed her rump backwards and up as a warm sliding feeling in her lower belly made her thrust her swollen slit back, peeling it open as his skin had peeled back, the sheen of her nectar glinting in the light as she offered her cunt to him, wanted his eyes to touch her petals of pink flesh.

She felt her body surrender, felt herself opening, offering her entrance, offering her dark little star to the leather, to him. She moaned again as he growled deeply, an animal whose eyes were probing her wetness, probing her desire as she wished for the sting of the leather on her sex, moaned louder as she thought of the slap against her anus, moaned in frustration as the curve of her cheeks protected her delicate lips and kept her from fulfilling her need.

He watched her. His wrist and forearm a barely seen blur in the corner of his eye. He watched her cunt open like a sweet ripe peach, its nectar gleaming. He watched her need grow as her sex seemed to flower for him, he growled low and deeply as her entrance winked at him in a clench of want.

He sidestepped around her, his arm unstopping, until he stood, feet either side of her head. Unaware of her longing eyes as he lifted a foot and placed it between her shoulders, pinning her gently, marking his dominance.

His wrist and arm whipped down the line of her backbone, guiding the leather at last between her cheeks as she cried out in triumph and the leather bit at her anus. She felt herself open, given to his ...

... leather, a gift for his pain, all he wanted to take from her: she was his.

She saw through the curtain of hair, his cock. Swollen, angry, throbbing with power, traced by veins of deep purple against the dusky flushed skin. A long bright string of precum oozed from the tiny hole and hung down from his tip, trailing almost to the floor. Her tongue crept out hungrily, vainly reaching to taste him.

He flogged, hard now, knowing it was pleasure and pain both. He flogged, reaching out further to let the tips reach down her wide valley to curl under her and whip her aching cunt, to splash in her wetness, to splatter her juice on her thighs as he dreamed of closing his mouth over her sweet hole, to suck orgasm after orgasm from her yielding body until she felt as if he would suck her very soul from her depths.

She screamed her pain and desire as the leather took what she offered, he roared his mastery of her flesh and her need; their cries mixed together as she began to grunt in the onset of orgasm and he dropped to his knees, feeding his cock into her mouth. He reversed the flogger, reached behind her and ploughed the hard leather handle back and forth through her sopping slit, butting her clit as she came.

He thrust, deeply, unhesitating, taking her throat for his use and plunged his shaft deep. His wrist tilted the handle until it she quivered, held still, a keening noise from deep in her vibrated his cock as he impaled her cunt on the handle and fucked another climax ...