Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating - Sex Stories

Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating

... side and just as I swing the crop say, "As much as you want Elyse," before I lightly strike her clit with the leather slapper. I'm glad I had the acoustic paneling installed in here. She'd been denied her orgasm since this morning and she was in need of it. The scream she lets out as she's finally allowed release might have the neighbors calling the cops. I keep tapping her clit with the crop to extend it a little while, then go back to the insides of her thighs. She finally comes down and almost hangs from the cuffs. Tears are starting to streak her mascara down her cheeks, she's flushed halfway down the tops of her breasts and she's gasping for air...she looks gorgeous. I give her a little bit to settle, then go back to tapping her clit. She takes off again, this time going up on tip-toe even if her vocalization is softer. I keep her riding it for a minute or so then let her down again. Now the black lines of mascara almost reach her jaw. She's still trying to get enough air but the corners of her mouth are pulled back in a wide smile. Tossing the crop and the flog from my back pocket next to the base of the cross, I move in and put one arm around her while the other hand softly strokes her hip and the side of her thigh. She opens her eyes and I see they're unfocused. "Having fun little one?" I croon. "Oh yes Sir," she gasps out. "Thank you Sir." I smile at her, give her a kiss...then shove two fingers in her pussy and attack her clit with my thumb. Her third orgasm is ...

... almost as powerful as her first and I feel her pussy pulse around my fingers as my hand is drenched in more of her cum. I keep her there for a moment then move my thumb away. She comes down again and her eyes open but she's staring at nothing. She's softly laughing while mascara stained tears roll down her cheeks. Taking my hand from between her legs I wait until her eyes focus again. Then lick at her juices as she watches. I lean in and whisper in her ear, "Time for second desert." Her jaw drops open as she watches me kneel before her. My hands go to her hips, kneading the soft flesh before I lean in and clamp my mouth to her. I fuck her with my tongue and nibble at her clit, and she cums again. Lapping up her sweet-tart juices I move my hands to her ass and smack it while she writhes. I slow down and she comes down from her fourth orgasm. "Oh Sir," she pants. "So good." I attack her clit again and her fifth rips through her. Part of me wonders if I'll drown here as she gushes into my mouth. But I drink it all in as it goes on. Then I leave her clit alone and just lap at her until she comes down again. She's not able to form words, just moans and pants. I rise up, wrap an arm around her again and in a firm voice say, "Let go of the cuffs." The death-grip she had on them loosens and she almost collapses. I hold her up and guide her to the love-seat. Sit down and put her in my lap. Her head rests on my shoulder and her panting is loud in my ear as I cuddle her. We sit there for a ...