“You like this…don’t you…” I panted, pulling her hair, “You like it when I…fuck your little throat!”
She was still moaning, but whether she was trying to answer me or not, I couldn’t tell. I pulled her hair harder and tried to increase my pace. I felt my orgasm approaching fast. It was long overdue, I’d never been teased like this before, and I knew that when it hit it would be incredible.
“You love this.” I taunted her, “You love being my little…cock sucker!”
My orgasm finally hit me, and the pleasure was intense. Jessica’s voice suddenly shot up in pitch, a long moan ending in a high squeal, as my own breath came out in a ragged moan. I didn’t stop pumping into her as my sperm flowed into her throat in long spurts. This felt better than anything we’d done before. Tying her up, taunting her, delaying my pleasure, using her like this; all combined it gave me the most incredible orgasm I could ever remember having.
When my cock stopped pulsing with pleasure, I slid it back out of her throat. It was only after I’d slid out that I realised Jessica was still moaning. She let her face fall to the bed, and she fell over on her side, her bound arms shaking and her legs quivering. Her voice was jumping and shaking in a way that I was very familiar with.
“Jessica…what…?”
She looked up at me.
“I’m…I’m…aahahhh…” she moaned.
I couldn’t believe it. I quickly jumped up, spread her legs and slid a finger inside her. I felt her pussy grip against my finger, and her voice squeaked out in pleasure.
She was having an orgasm.
I sat back, completely stunned. I watched her slowly come down, her body shaking less and her voice leaving her heavy breathing. How had she cum without even being touched? Was that even possible? I had no idea what to say.
“I came…” she whimpered.
She let out a delirious giggle.
“I came…just from sucking you…” she said, giggling again. “Just from sucking your big cock.”
She struggled up to her knees and shuffled over to me. She always wanted to be close to me after an orgasm, I’d noticed. I opened my arms to her, and she let her body collapse into them. She tried resting her head against me like she always did, but because I was sitting and she couldn’t hug me, she had to hold herself up with just her legs.
I took her shoulders and slowly turned her so that her back was to me, and she was straddling my right leg. She lay back against me and relaxed.
We were silent for a minute or two, both breathing heavily.
“How did that even happen?” I finally asked.
She laughed again.
“I don’t even know.” she sighed, “You just…feel so good in my throat. And the way you were holding me…and…and talking to me…”
She trailed off. I gave her a second to collect her thoughts.
“Well, I was…doing these exercises I read about.” she admitted quietly.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well I…” she moved around again, getting comfortable against me. She still hadn’t asked for her arms to be released. “I heard about these exercises to make my…my pussy tighter. Or, I guess to keep it tight. I don’t want to get all…stretched out, you know? I want to stay nice and tight for you.” she said slowly.
I’d read about this.
I vaguely remembered some forum about a woman worried that her new boyfriend’s big cock would literally ruin her for other men by stretching her out. I read through it all, and I remember the conclusion being something like; A big dick isn’t going to make you noticeably looser, even having a child probably won’t. But there are exercises that can make your pussy ‘stronger’ in a weird kind of way, making it so it can grip tighter against whatever’s inside, which would probably increase pleasure.
She interrupted my memories by continuing.
“I was just doing that, and it felt really good, squeezing my…my pussy like that. And then you started to cum inside my throat…your thick cock just…pulsing and thrusting…and it felt so good…I just went off…” she said.
I hadn’t heard of this, but I made a note to research it later. I couldn’t help but notice how she kept hesitating before saying sexual words, like pussy or cock. I remembered what she’d said earlier, about how I’d been talking to her.
“Did you like the things I was saying?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“I…I don’t know.” she said quietly.
I rolled my eyes. She always resisted when it came to stuff like this, she always had to be prompted into admitting the truth. I reached down and grabbed her right breast hard, digging my fingers in.
She let out a pathetic little whimper of pain, and I tightened my grip. I loved how her boob felt, and realised I hadn’t really explored her body as much as I thought I wanted to. I hadn’t played with her boobs much, and I hadn’t licked her pussy yet, which was something I wanted to try. I continued squeezing her for a while, before I focused my thoughts.
“Don’t lie to me.” I said calmly, “If you don’t know, then think. Did you like what I was saying when I fucked your mouth?”
“I…think so…Yes!” she gasped, her breath getting short again, “I did…I liked it!”
I used my other hand to pinch her other nipple, and started to twist it roughly. With her arms tied she was powerless to stop me, but she didn’t even try to move her body away.
“Did you like sucking me off? Did you like it when I used your hot little throat to satisfy me? ” I asked.
“Yes!” she moaned, “I love it!”
My cock was getting hard again, hearing her talk like this.
“I love sucking your…big cock…” she continued, still panting, “I love being yours…your little slut…your little…cock sucker!”
I released my grip on her, and she sighed with relief.
“I love it…” she whimpered, pushing back against me, “I love being your slut…”
“Good girl.” I said, wrapping my arms around her.
She’d said things like this to me before, called herself a slut, but it seemed to get a little harder for her at times, it seemed to mean more. I guessed that there were times she could just act like she was saying what I wanted her to, that she was only applying that label to herself because she wanted to submit to me.
But other times, like this, she seemed to really believe it. She couldn’t lie to herself, and make excuses. She just had to admit that she was a slut. My slut.
I gently caressed her hair as she let out little purrs of contentment, and we just lay like that for a while. But something was bothering me. Something wasn’t quite right. She sighed against me, not asking what was going to happen next, or if I would untie her. She was just content. But I wasn’t.
The realisation came to me in a flash. I felt my smile grow wider.
“Jessica?” I asked her gently.
She sat up and turned, looking up into my eyes. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
“Jessica…did I give you permission to have an orgasm?”
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She was the perfect picture of surprise.
“I couldn’t…I mean…” she stammered.
I grabbed her chin hard, and she let out a squeak of fear.
“Did I. Give you. Permission.” I said slowly.
She shook her head, before spitting out, “No.”
“So what do you think should happen now?” I asked.
She swallowed hard.
“You should punish me.” she said.
Her voice was strong and clear, despite how afraid she looked.
“Do you want me to punish you?” I asked.
She hesitated for a second, looking away from me, but quickly met my eye again and nodded once.
“I want you to punish me.” she said. “You didn’t give me permission. I…I deserve it.”
Before I could stop myself, my face broke into a wide smile. I normally tried to keep my expression neutral when I was with her, but she looked so adorably certain.
She returned my smile, happy to have pleased me.
“Good girl.” I said.
I took her shoulders gently rolled her over into a kneeling position. I spanked her hard, and she quickly counted “One”. Just like before, she kept up a rapid pace, and so did I.
Hitting her like this, I could feel the anger rising up in me, and I vented it on her shaking body, ignoring how much my own hand was hurting. She counted well, and despite breaking into tears as the final numbers approached, she didn’t make a single mistake, and barely hesitated. It seemed that after she got over the initial shock of actually being spanked, she could take a lot of punishment.
Maybe ten wouldn’t be enough in future.
My cock was rock hard again, and as soon as I finished, I quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and span her around. She moved with me, and I slammed her down onto her back. She stared up at me, tears streaming down her face, naked body bound and quivering, and whimpered;
“Thank you…for punishing me…”
I felt myself become overwhelmed with lust, and with an almost literal growl I threw myself at her. I put my face an inch in front of hers and grabbed her tightly by the hair, and I felt my cock slide against her dripping pussy lips. She was driving me insane, I’d never felt this much raw passion.
“You want this cock, slut?” I hissed at her.
“Yes!” she gasped, “Please fuck me…please, I need it…”
I gripped her hair tighter, and felt my stinging hand ache as I squeezed my fist. I kept my face in front of hers, staring into her eyes and feeling her hot breath against my lips, her eyes wide and frantic. I grabbed the base of my cock and started to slide the tip against pussy. I couldn’t believe just how much I wanted to fuck her, to dominate her. It was almost an animal need, in a way that I’d never felt so powerfully before. I wanted to hold her tenderly and tear her apart, both at the same time.
As the tip of my cock slid up her pussy, I ground it hard into her exposed clit. She gasped loudly and her hips bucked upwards.
“Oh God,” she moaned, “I’m…I’m going to cum again…please, please let me cum…fuck me, please, make me cum…”
I drummed the head of my cock against her clit and pussy lips in a fast rhythm.
“Do it, slut.” I grunted.
I felt her whole body go taut like a pulled spring beneath me, her head pushed back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She gasped and exhaled loudly, and I felt a rush of hot fluid flow from her drenched pussy lips. I gripped her tight and finally pushed my cock into her, feeling the strength of her orgasm shake her body from within. I slid my entire length into her, grunting with pleasure as she began to moan again, her voice cracking. Her hips were shaking with an incredible intensity, and her tears continued to fall through closed eyes.
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