Feral by Flutterby_Blue

Feral by Flutterby_Blue

Discover a wild and thrilling feral adult sex story that will leave you breathless. With passion and desire running rampant, this tale will ignite your senses like never before. Dive into the world of untamed pleasure and explore the depths of your darkest fantasies.<br/>
He lunged at me across the room, his right hand wrapping around my throat and his left around my right tit. He pulled me close, squeezing and twisting my tit, and holding my neck firmly. I gasped, my eyes widening, helplessly aroused. He looked me in the eyes from right in front of me, which was breathtakingly intimate, and worked my right tit, twisting it bruisingly tight. Then he switched tits, and did the same to my left. Overwhelmed, unable to bow my head, I closed my eyes.

“What’s the matter, doll, is this too much?” He asked, low but clear.

“No, sir,” I assured him, opening my eyes and meeting his to be sure he understood me.

“Good,” he said, spinning my body around hard until my back slammed against his chest, his left arm wrapped across my naked body, hands squeezing my tit and throat both.

“Come here, doll,” he growled into my ear. “I’m going to use your whole body to pleasure myself. I mean to use every one of your holes, and leave you marked and aching.”

I whimpered as his hand left my tit and moved down to my pussy. He slid two fingers inside me, spreading the evidence of my arousal up across my clit and beginning to make circles.

“Oh, doll, you are such a wanton slut,” he said approvingly. “I do love how eager a fuckdoll you are for me.”

I squirmed, whimpering again. “Yes, Sir! Always, Sir!”

His clever fingers worked my clit, his other hand firmly restraining my neck. I moaned, feeling the orgasm build. I had arrived already worked up. He had had me edging daily, and denied me permission to cum, for over a week. I was fairly frantic by the time I got here. Stripping my clothes off and leaving them at the front door, while he remained clothed, also helped reinforce my submission, increasing my arousal. But him taking complete control of me so roughly nearly tipped me over the cliff’s edge, and the orgasm was right there, waiting.

“Sir, may I cum?” I asked, breathing hard.

“No,” he said with finality, and I couldn’t help a little whimper of complaint.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, acknowledging his order. “I won’t, Sir.”

“I know you won’t,” he said, working my clit. “You won’t cum without my permission, because you are my good doll.”

“Always, Sir!” I agreed eagerly, submissive and happy, even as frustrated as I was.

He let go of my clit long enough to unfasten his pants and let them drop. I could feel his cock sliding along the cleft between my ass cheeks as his hand went back between my legs. HIs right hand never left my throat. His left went back to working circles around my clit. I had to focus on fighting the orgasm, and tried to keep my breath steady.

“Oh, no, doll, I don’t want you calm,” he said low in my ear. He moved fast, slamming me chest down onto the counter, and shoved his cock inside my pussy.

I gasped out loud again, and he growled “How wet you are! That’s my slutty, slutty doll, always ready for my cock.”

His right hand still hadn’t left my neck, and I groaned, arching back against him. He slammed into me, over and over, while his left hand went back to working my clit. I fought with everything I had not to cum. He was making it so very difficult, and I was struggling, determined to obey him.

“Please, Sir!” I gasped.

“Please, what, doll?” He asked.

“Please, Sir! I need to cum!”

“If you can form complete sentences, you’re not frantic enough,” he said matter of factly, not slowing down.

I whimpered, and tried to focus on not cumming. Again, I was trying to regulate my breathing, to stay steady no matter what he chose to do, and again, he was not having it.

“No, doll, that’s not what tonight is about. I don’t want you calm.” He pulled his cock out of my pussy and pushed it to the hilt into my ass, fast and hard.

“Oh, FUCK, SIR!” I cried, suddenly frantic. He knew I could control my orgasms when he was doing almost anything, but once he was in my ass, I had a much harder time fighting it off.

“Control it,” he said sternly. “You need to learn not to cum no matter what I do to you.”

“I’m trying, Sir! I won’t cum!” I said, determined to obey him.

“Good doll. When you get close, you will beg me not to let you cum.”

“Yes, Sir!” I promised, as he started pounding me into the counter. It didn’t take long.

“Please, Sir, don’t let me cum!” I yelled, struggling.

Without a word, he yanked me off the counter. I cried out as he slid his cock out of me, but he cared not at all. He tightened his grip on my neck, slapped my ass hard, and moved me toward the hallway.

I stumbled in front of him, completely submissive to however he wanted to move me. He steered me into the bedroom, and shoved me down on the bed. He let go of me, slapped my ass again, and snarled “Stay still.”

I didn’t dare move. I heard him in the bathroom, the faucet on, and realized he was washing up. A few moments later, his hands grabbed my hips and he ordered “Face down, ass up, doll.” I scrambled to obey.

The bed dipped as he climbed onto the bed behind me, and I felt his hands shove my legs apart. He slapped my ass hard, and I shoved back, arching my back, to present my pussy as best I could.

He rewarded me by slapping my pussy, and I kept my back arched, silently begging for more. He chuckled softly, clearly delighted, and proceeded to spank my pussy hard, ten times in a row. I was moaning and thrashing by then, and he gripped my hips and held me still. His legs pushed my thighs further apart as he pressed up against me. One hand slid up to my throat and squeezed, and I felt my pussy clench in response. His other hand gripped my tit.

“You may not cum, fuckdoll,” he reminded me. “This cunt is for my pleasure and mine alone today.” His cock slid inside me, and he began pumping in and out while I did my best to hold still. He let go of my throat, and grabbed my other tit and held on tightly, using them as handles to pull my body back against him, forcing me to ride his cock as he slammed in and out of me.

He kept fucking me, hands getting tighter, as I fought to resist the building orgasm. He was not making it easy, and I whimpered and cried out, frantic to cum but obedient above all.

He praised me, for being such a good fuckdoll, for such an obedient cunt, for being such an eager slut and cockwhore for him. Every time he spoke, my pussy clenched harder, the pleasure built impossibly higher, and I screamed my frustration.

That’s when he bit me hard on the shoulder, just short of drawing blood, while he kept pounding into me from behind, and viciously twisted my tits. I screamed and bucked and nearly came.

“NO,” he growled, his teeth buried in my shoulder, forbidding me from orgasming. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and knowing my suffering and struggling pleased him made it all that much more intense.

I screamed, beyond frustrated, frantic with my need to cum and yet desperate not to disobey him. His teeth in my shoulder vibrated as he snarled, nearing his own orgasm.

He pulled out of me suddenly, making me cry out in protest. He spanked my pussy, as a reminder who owned it, and then moved sideways to lay beside me, his erection taunting me.

“You’ve been a good, obedient slut for me. Good dolls get rewards. Taste yourself on my cock.”

I dove for him, sliding my mouth over the head of his cock, sucking and tasting. He groaned in pleasure, and I wiggled happily. I did my best to suck his cock down my throat, and settled in to enjoy my happy place. I found my rhythm quickly, fucking him with my throat as long as I could manage, and then pulling back just far enough to catch my breath before diving back down. I suckled on the head of his cock while I breathed, making sure to pay attention to his body and his voice, and trying to adjust what I did according to what he was telling me.

Eventually, his hip and thigh muscles started twitching, and I knew his orgasm was close. I did my best to swallow him down, and he groaned loudly as he came in my mouth. “Good doll,” he breathed, gasping. “What a good fuckdoll you are.”

I moaned in pleasure at his praise, and finished swallowing and sucked him clean. When I sat up, he reached for me, and pulled me down against his side. I snuggled close, resting my head against his chest, his hands petting me down along my side and back as his breathing slowed down to normal.

“You are an amazing cocksucker,” he told me, smiling and relaxed. “Such an amazing cockwhore,” he continued affectionately.

“Thank you, Sir! I’m so glad you enjoy that!”

He laughed, bemused as he always was when I thanked him for indulging my oral fixation with his cock. “I’m so proud of you for being obedient, and holding off that orgasm.” I nodded, running my hands over his chest and shoulder. “I have a present for you.”

I lifted my head to look at him.

“You haven’t cum for a week now, and I’m proud of you for that. I enjoy you all slutty and needy.”

I grinned, and nodded. “I enjoy it too!”

“I know you do, doll. That’s why I’ve decided to indulge you, do what you asked me to and take all your orgasms. For at least another three weeks, until your birthday.”

I froze, unsure I’d heard him right. I was still fairly pleasure/pain drunk. “Sir?”

“That’s right, doll. You will roll your edging die every day, and continue to edge as many times as it tells you to. The minimum is still ten. If you roll under 10, you have to reroll and add the totals until it’s over ten. And no orgasms, so you’ll be desperate, drippy, and so needy for your birthday. Send me photos and video every day. You’re welcome!”

I whimpered, still aching and desperately horny, but managed to say “Thank you, Sir!” It was the embodiment of the submissive slut’s dilemma – I was both frantic to orgasm, and at the same time, desperate to be denied permission. I could not lie – I loved being deep in the pink fog, my physical awareness focused on my cunt and tits and ass, thinking about his cock and pleasing him, constantly horny and dripping and outrageously slutty.

Being kept constantly edged and denied was just the ideal state of being for a painslut fuckdoll. It was both hell and heaven.