Revenge – Part 2C- The plot thickens

Erotic Stories: Revenge – Part 2C- The plot thickens

She pulled back after a few minutes.

“I want to show you something.” she said.

She stood up and walked around her bed to her drawers. She opened the bottom one, dug around a little, and pulled out a long object.

It was a cucumber.

“This is what I’ve been using for practice.” she said.

She grinned and walked back over to me, kneeling in front of me again.

She held the vegetable up against my cock. The cucumber was about 2 inches shorter, and a good deal thinner.

She laughed.

“I couldn’t find a bigger one.” she said.

She threw it on the floor and got back to work.

She started again with kissing and licking, and soon progressed to the new thing she’d been doing earlier, with her lips clamped firmly around the top and her head bobbing steadily up and down. This time she was swirling her tongue around the tip in time with the rhythm of her head. I groaned with pleasure and grabbed a handful of her hair. I didn’t pull it hard, just tugged on it a little.
Every few seconds she bobbed a little deeper, another quarter of an inch or so. After a few minutes of this amazing routine, she had about almost half of my cock in her mouth, and she wasn’t slowing. As she continued, I felt my cock head push against her throat, and keep on sliding down. When she finally stopped, there was only two inches left of my cock outside. She inhaled sharply through her nose and pushed hard.

I couldn’t believe it.

She moaned loudly, the vibrations adding to the pleasure, as she finally took the last of my cock inside her.

Her lips were firmly wrapped around the base, and her tongue was licking against my balls. She’d done it. It felt insanely good, my mind was going blank from the sensation. I could feel every inch of my cock as I never had before, the whole thing was so warm and tingling with pleasure. I was suddenly so glad I’d made her do this.

She held this pose for maybe 10 seconds before slowly, but steadily, lifting her head off my cock. It looked bizarre, like a magic trick, all these inches of thick cock, drenched with spit, just flowing out of her hot little mouth. I groaned as she pulled back. When she reached the head, she pulled out it from between her lips with a pop, kissed it lightly, and rapidly swallowed the entire thing again. She repeated this a few times, swallowing, her lips sinking down to the base, then slowly sliding up.

I entered her completely over and over. I literally felt like I was going to pass out, I’d never felt anything this mind-blowingly good.

Just as my cock left her mouth for about the tenth time, I stood up suddenly and grabbed her head. I plunged my dick deep into her wet throat as hard as I could, and started thrusting in and out. She was moaning loudly, but didn’t resist. She brought her hands up to my sides, digging her fingers into my hips for support. She kept her head still as I fucked her mouth. The sound of her hot, moist throat filled the room. My mind was completely blank as I came hard, pumping my hot cum down her swallowing throat. My hips continued on their own, making little jerking thrusts with each shot. When I was done, my knees felt so weak I could barely stand.

I fell backwards into the chair, grunting at the sensation of my still-hard cock sliding once more out of her throat. She stayed on her knees with her eyes closed, panting heavily.

The only sound in the room for a few minutes was our strained breathing.

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. She slowly looked up at me.

“Did I do good?” she asked quietly. Her voice was a low purr, heavy with arousal.

I didn’t say anything.

“I wanted to do good for you…I wanted to make you feel good…”

She crawled towards me on all fours. My cock had begun to soften slightly, and she leaned over to it and kissed it softly on the shaft. She closed her eyes and rested her head on my lap, like a dog would.

“I kept practising, every night…I wanted to take your whole cock…I wanted to feel you cum in my throat…”

It seemed like submitting to me, being used or hurt by me, put her into this docile little daze. Fucking her mouth the way I did seemed to have a powerful effect on her.

I finally found the strength to reply.

“Stand up.” I said.

She slowly stood. She was relaxed, her eyes heavy lidded, and her lips parted. She stared straight ahead.

“Spread your legs.” I said.

She shifted her weight slightly and moved one leg out. Her pussy was so wet that the lubrication was literally flowing down her legs. Her inner thighs were completely soaked, and the liquid was continuing to slide down, some trails of it reaching almost to she sides of her knees. I reached out and gently ran my finger along her thigh, sliding it around in the slick moisture. She shivered at the slight contact, and let out a small moan.

“Why haven’t you made yourself cum?” I asked.

“Because…you said…I’m not allowed.” she answered, her breath catching slightly.

“Does that matter? It’s your body, isn’t it?” I asked.

She seemed to consider this for a moment.

“But…I’m your slut.” she said simply.

“Yes…you are. And you’ve been a good little slut for me…”

She slowly turned to looked me in the eye.

“I have? I wanted so badly to take your whole cock…did I do good?”

“It was good. And now you get your reward.”

Her eyes widened. She began to show signs of normality, as her body began to fidget and squirm.

“Yesss…please yes, I need it, please…” she whimpered.

“Go lie down on the bed.” I said.

She let out a little squeal of delight and walked to the bed, suddenly animated with joy, bouncing happily as she moved. She pulled the covers all the way back and lay down.

I stood up and undressed fully. My cock was rock hard again, and as I walked over to her it swayed back and forth with my steps. She stared at it, as if imagining what it would feel like inside her.

“There…there are condoms, in the bottom drawer…I’m…I’m on the pill, but if you want…” she said, gesturing to where she’d pulled the cucumber from.

I walked around and opened the drawer. I reached into a pile of her panties, and found a small box at the bottom. I took them out and chuckled to myself. These must have been her ex’s. They weren’t any brand I recognised. He must have had to buy them online, or something.

I pulled one out of the box and threw it to her. She jumped up immediately and started to unwrap it. I climbed onto the bed, and she tried to push it around my cock. She stretched it hard, trying to fit it around my girth. She just about managed, but it was incredibly tight and uncomfortable. She unrolled it just a few inches before it tore at the top and split down the side.

She let out a little squeal of surprise as the condom broke, and I felt the same way. Even regular sized condoms were supposed to stretchy enough for almost any size, but then I remembered that these probably weren’t regular condoms. Her ex probably had to buy a special size to fit him without being too loose, meaning even though they stretched, they were still far too small for me.

She stared at the shredded latex draped across the top of my dick. She seemed hypnotised my it. I took her gently under the chin, and turned face up towards mine.

“I don’t think those are big enough, Jessica.” I said softly.

She sighed slightly and bit her lip, seeming to look at me with a new found level of arousal. It was the ultimate comparison between the tiny penis that she was used to, and the giant cock she was about to get.

She moved quickly away from me as I removed the torn rubber. She lay back down and stared at me. She had one finger in her mouth, and was sucking on it absent-mindedly, playing with her lips.

We got in to position, her on her back and me on top. I wanted to take a little while to appreciate the scene first. She really was beautiful. I reached down and cupped her right breast, massaging it. She moaned slightly. I enjoyed the feel of it, so soft and firm.

I looked down at her pussy. The sheet below her was already soaked in her juices. I knew she was ready, but she suddenly looked so small.

“Is this really what you want?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, please…” she whimpered.

I pushed the head of my cock gently against the folds of her pussy, but went no further. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip hard.

“It’s going to hurt, you know.” I said.

She looked up at me.

“I like it when you hurt me.” she said.

“You do?” I asked.

I was genuinely surprised, and curious.

“Yeah…when you pull my hair, or hurt my nipples…it feels good…I like it.” she said slowly.

“You mean like this?”

I quickly grabbed the nipple of her right breast and squeezed it hard, twisting it. She cried out and arched her back.

“Yesssss…” she hissed.

I released her.

“I like it…” she whimpered, her breath heavy, “I like it when you hurt me. I like the pain.”

I really hadn’t expected her masochistic side to be so strong.

“It reminds me that I’m yours…that I’m your slut…” she said.

“You like being my slut, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m your slut, I’m yours…” she said.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself close to me, nuzzling her face against my neck.

“I want to be yours, I’m yours…” she said.

She seemed to have a tendency to babble when I prompted her to talk like this. I pushed her roughly away from me and clamped my hand down over her mouth. She whimpered softly into it.

“Look at yourself.” I said calmly, “All that attitude. All that arrogance. And now you’re mine? Just like that? Is a big cock all it takes to own you?” I asked.

She moaned loudly and tried to move her head against my grip. I tightened my fingers and pushed her harder into the mattress. I held her there, and just watched her staring into my eyes, unable to speak.

I pulled my hand away.

“I…I’m yours…I want to be yours…Only yours.” she repeated.

Her voice was shaking now, full of lust.

Something inside me was so satisfied by seeing her like this. But I could still feel it there, just like always. The deep pit of black rage inside me was rearing its head.

I grabbed my cock with my left hand, and slowly began to push it against her pussy again.