My First Meeting With Denise - Sex Stories

My First Meeting With Denise

... pretty picture. Each time I hit her, she moved like a stripper dancing for money. Only she wasn’t going to get any money. Just a whipping. And there was no way she could protect her cunt from the whip. I kept whipping her. Not hard. I didn’t need to. Just continuous steady flogging. Making the thud do the work. Denise’s breathing grew deeper. Instead of twisting against the stakes in the ground, she began thrusting her hips towards each whip stoke. I increased the f***e of my whipping a bit. The camera kept clicking. I heard a deep, hoarse moan escape from Denise’s lips, and she erupted into a gradually quickening series of cries and shrieks. I kept whipping her pussy. Denise’s orgasm continued like a sudden storm, washing over her whipped body. “Please. Please,” Denise cried. I softened the whipping a bit. I let her orgasm exhaust itself. “Please. Please,” Denise begged. “I’m not done with you yet,” I said to her. “Now, get your camera ready,” I said to Denise’s companion. I’m going to finish her off. I unfastened Denise’s ankles, and I put the pack on the ground. Then I lowered the rope so she could kneel on the pack. After all, I didn’t want her to hurt her knees, Denise’s hands were still stretched over her head, and she was kneeling in front of me. I could clearly see the bright red lines my whipping had marked on each of her breasts. I threw the whip away and lowered my pants. “Now, it’s my turn,” I said. I rubbed my cock on her cheeks and felt my cock grow harder. ...

... Denise was helpless. As my cock hardened, I slapped her face with it. I rubbed my cock under her chin. Then moved towards her mouth. “Lick the tip of my cock,” I ordered her. Denise obeyed by opening her lips. She licked my cock carefully. “You lucky girl,” I said. Denise’s mouth was warm, wet and inviting. I shoved my cock a little further into her. But I didn’t go all the way in yet, because I wanted to feel Denise’s lips and tongue on my cock. The camera was clicking. When I could no longer stand the soft caress of Denise’s tongue on my cock, I jammed my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I held my hard cock in that position. I let her get control of her breathing. “Denise,” I said. “I’m going to ride you for a while.” I think she attempted to cry out in protest, but my cock was gagging her. I withdrew my cock a bit, and then I pushed my cock against the back of her throat and held it there. Then I took my cock half way out, waited a moment and then drove back in. Denise started to gag. “Breathe through your nose,” I commanded. “Swallow my cock down your throat.” I backed out a bit, and let Denise regain her composure. Then I jammed my cock back deep into her throat. She gagged some more. She’d learn one way or the other. I had a great time, riding my hard cock into and out of Denise’s mouth and throat. Over and over again, I pulled my pulsing cock back out, then relentlessly drove it again into the back of her throat. I could feel my balls pressing on her chin. The ...