Sleep slipped away from her slowly, rising like a grey morning mist. She luxuriated in the warmth that was enveloping her. She stretched, and came into contact with his body. He was wrapped around her. Snuggled up close to her back, one arm draped across her belly, the other under her head, pulling her in tight against him, she was partially on her back and one of his thighs lay across her legs.
His breathing steady, rhythmic. She smiled as she remembered the night before and his pleasure at his little slut. His hand traced across the curve of her soft belly, sweeping down as he slid it between her legs, cupping her sticky hot pussy in his palm and squeezing slightly. "Hello little one," he growled against her skin.
She giggled and wriggled round to face him, one of her thighs snaking over his legs, her hot sticky cunt pressed against his thigh, his erection poking her belly, and she threw her arms round his neck and showered him with tiny kisses punctuated with incoherent words of love.
He grasped her hips and moved her slightly and immediately his erection nudged at her cunt lips. She slowed but carried on kissing him as he arched forward and immediately sank his steel hard cock into the hot wet damp depths of her welcoming cunt.
She gasped, and then almost purred with pleasure at the feel of him buried in her. He thrust experimentally into her and she met every thrust by arching her hips towards him, her breasts pressed against him.
He grasped her buttocks and squeezed, and she giggled. In a flash he had her pinned under him on the bed, and his mouth was sucking ferociously at one hard nipple. She squealed at the sudden movement and at the light pain that assaulted her senses as he bit down on her nipple and then on her breast, leaving red marks that she knew would turn into small bruises within an hour.
She dragged her nails down his spine, and then again little harder "Ah you have claws do you," he said softly.
Again a sudden movement, and this time she found herself laying across his lap, his cock pressing hard into her belly and his palms spanking her rounded buttocks. She squealed at the sudden indignity, but her cunt betrayed her by twitching and dampening with each stroke.
After 10 slaps, he slid his fingers into her wet cunt from behind as she lay on his lap, feeling the heat from her buttocks rivalled by the heat radiating from her cunt. He fingered her with one and then two fingers and she opened her legs obligingly. He rammed his fingers in deeper pressing down and searching for her g-spot.
She gasped as his fingers found it, and he rubbed it with his forefinger. Her cunt contracted round his finger as her excitement increased. He didn’t stop, and within 90 seconds a hard orgasm shook her body, her juices surging out of her throbbing cunt. He withdrew his fingers and offered them to her mouth and she sucked hard on his fingers tasting the juices he’d milked from her.
He looked down at his willing little slut and thought it was time to try something else with her. His debauched little wanton was willing to try whatever he, her master, desired, and he had an urge to see his fist being eaten up by her hungry little cunt.
Pulling her to her feet, he took her to one corner of the dungeon where there was a pulley linked to the ceiling with various ropes attached. He tied her wrists together and looped the rope through the pulley system. She watched him bemused, this was another new experience.
He tightened the rope and it raised her arms. She watched curiously as her arms were supported above her head. The act of holding her arms up raised her heavy breasts, and straightened her posture. He pulled again and she had to struggle to stay flat-footed. He secured the rope and went and found a large spreader bar, which he used to secure her legs apart widely. This had the effect of making her stand on tiptoes. He lowered the rope slightly, allowing her to stand back on the flat of her feet.
She waited as he walked round her, admiring his little slut. He reached out and cupped one breast and squeezed. Then the other, then he stood in front of her and cupped both breasts before rotating them under his hands quite roughly. She moaned softly.
He moved away and brought the video camera up closer on its tripod and started it playing. "We’ll want to capture this, little one," he whispered to her. She smiled.
Moving behind her she felt him pouring something cold over the curve of her arse. And then his fingers pressing at her arsehole, one finger sliding in as she gasped, working it in and out of her arse, her cunt throbbing with the pleasure of him. She gasped again as he slid a small solid plug into her arse.
Walking round to admire his handiwork, he slapped her rump several times and watching the flush in her arse cheeks and her face as she enjoyed her punishment.
Raising the pulleys slightly she was again on tiptoes, her legs wide, and her cunt open and the juices from his ministrations trickling down her thighs.
Kneeling at her feet he looked up at his little toy, admiring her breasts, her belly and leaning forward and lapping gently at her wet cunt, he could smell the fucking he had given her. He lifted the tiny vibrator in his left hand and dragged it across her clit as she bucked, a wave of sheer pleasure coursing though her stretched body.
He pressed it again and again over her cunt, always stopping if it looked like she was going to cum. She begged him to let her cum, her arms intermittently taking her weight as she became distracted by the pleasure he was giving her .
Slipping his first finger in her, he could feel her tight cunt walls trying to grip his fingers as he fucked her. She moaned and he took advantage of that to slide a second finger into her, carrying on fucking her, and alternatively pressing the little vibrator on her clit. Then a third...
Her cunt accepted his fingers, stretching to accommodate them. He could feel the plug in her arse as he stroked his fingers in and out of her. Adding a fourth… she moaned again… and then he pressed the vibrator to her clit hard. And as she trembled with a pending orgasm he twisted his hand and slid it firmly in, thumb and all four fingers into her cunt.
He pulled the vibrator away from her clit and waited for her to stop moaning. "Look," he said, indicating a monitor on the wall. "Look at your cunt full of my fist little one." She turned her head and saw on the large monitor a close-up of his forearm, buried up to his wrist in her cunt. She sobbed with pleasure. He reached up one hand and tugged at her nipples, feeling her cunt walls contract as he did it. Repeating it, he tugged harder, and she whimpered as her cunt throbbed against his hand.
He zoomed the camera in remotely and she could see his wrist. And then her widely stretched cunt lips, very pink and swollen as they greedily ate up his arm, her juices dripping down his arm, his mouth biting her clit as he leaned in and sucked it.
Her cunt throbbed. He reached round and thrust the butt plug into her arse a little deeper and he could feel it moved on his hand buried in her cunt. The thin wall separating the two allowing him to enjoy how full she was.
She was whimpering now and he knew she was tiring, the position was hard to maintain. He thrust upwards and she screamed. He started to slowly fuck her with his entire fist, slow small movements, and then he pressed the vibrator to her clit, on full, and hard. Her climax was almost instantaneous. She started to scream as she came and her cunt clamped down on his hand with such pressure he winced.
Her cunt halved in size as her orgasm ripped through her, and he felt her gushing against his hand as she came.
He withdrew his hand as she hung almost limply from the rope, eased his fist out, and marvelled at the flow of juices that poured from her. It looked like massaging her g-spot had produced an unusually large amount of cunt juice, and he lapped it from the inside of her thigh.
Her eyes were closed as he released her ankles. Wrapping one arm round her waist he supported her as he lowered the pulley. She didn’t feel him untie her, or lift her in his arms. She never felt him bathing her poor battered cunt, wiping away the juices that had flowed so freely from her cunt as he fisted her. She didn’t feel the butt plug pulled out as he washed her pink skin. She was unaware of him wrapping her back up in their bed, and laying with her, whispering words of adoration against her skin. She didn’t feel his fingers sliding into her swollen cunt, as he fell asleep next to her.
But she would feel them when she woke.
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