Page 125 of S is for SEX

“Yes, Sir!” I shouted.

His free hand slapped against my ass. As I whimpered to myself from the pain, I was grateful, if even for a short moment, it took my focus away from him fucking me.

He leaned forward, smashing me into the comforter. As his chest pressed into my back, he bit my earlobe and exhaled into my ear.

“I’m going to pull this cock out of you and come all over that cute little face of yours, you submissive little shit. Do you understand me?” he growled.

“Yes…Yes, Sir,” I cried.

His scrotum pummeled my overly sensitive clit, causing the little love button to send a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. As he lifted his weight from my back and pulled against my hair sharply, I arched my back for a little relief.

“Don’t do it,” he demanded.

“No, Sir!” I wailed in response.

The weight of his body shifted as he fumbled around on the bed. After a few seconds of awkward feeling sex, his hands fumbled with my nipples, and then a pinching sensation…

Holy fucking…

Oh…my…god…

They felt as if they were on fire. I didn’t need to see them to understand what he had done. My nipples were in clamps, and ached like hell.

The feeling soon became a strangely satisfying one, and as he thrust himself in and out of my soaked and seemingly never-going-to-dry-up pussy, the ends of the devices he had clamped to my nipples scraped against the comforter with every few strokes of his cock. I could feel the sensation shooting through my body, all the way to my pussy.

He pounded away, and each time, my body tingled from nipple to crotch. The sensation was so pleasurable it was more than I was capable of enjoying without reaching climax.

Note to self: I love nipple clamps.

As I fought to forget what was happening and tried to force myself to hate it, I eventually embraced the feelings and allowed myself to enjoy them fully and totally, escaping into a blissful part of heaven only I knew to exist.

His screaming cast me from my safe place and brought me back into the reality of being fucked to death by a biker on a squeaking bed.

“You may…” he grunted.

He pressed himself against my back. “Reach…”

“Climax…” he breathed into my ear.

Confused, excited, and somewhat scared, I tossed my thoughts aside and focused on my throbbing clit and cock-filled pussy. As he continued to pound himself into me, the only noise in the room was the flesh-on-flesh sound of my wet pussy being owned by the most intriguing man in the world.

I arched my back, lifting my nipple clamps from the comforter slightly. As the tips of them brushed against the fabric, almost bringing me to climax, my entire body began to tingle. He continued to slide in and out, filling me with his manhood, and all of a sudden, my ears began to ring…

And my body began to shudder.

And something happened that had never before happened.

I bellowed out onto the room as my body convulsed into an orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced. My body convulsed, my pussy clenched his cock, and my butthole puckered to the size of a grain of sand.

Although the dull thud of him continuing to fuck me continued long after I reached climax, I didn’t necessarily feel it. Everything became distant and foggy, like a dream. After what I expected was a few minutes time, I felt him folding my arms in front of me, and rolling me onto my back.

The lights of the bedroom seemed blindingly bright as he rolled beside me and softly spoke into my ear.

“Em…Em…are you alright?” he asked.

It was as if he was somewhere else, but I knew he wasn’t. Incapable of responding, but feeling the need to do so, I said ‘Yes, Sir’ in my mind, but the words never escaped my lips.

“Em…come on back, Em…come on, Baby…” he said softly.

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