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Singlehood

At 5.29am sharp, I brought my mouth over her nipple and proceeded to suck on it to wake her up, in a slow, gentle manner that she couldn’t help moaning to. Within seconds, I could feel the hardness with my tongue, still swirling around her aerola.

‘Mmm.. ‘

The moment she spread one of the thighs outward, I slid a hand over her soft skin and slipped the edge of my index finger between her labia, moving back and forth along the sensitive folds of her pussy. Next, I placed my fingertip on her clit and began rubbing in circular motion, until both her legs were widened like a frog’s.

(I whispered) ‘Can I?’

‘Yes please.’

Climbing into her bed as stealthily as possible, I positioned myself right below her groin, penis up and ready to awaken more of her senses. With the aid of some saliva, I slipped my manhood easily into her and held my upper-body up in a push-up stance, while jutting just my hips at her groin.

Swiftly plunging my cock into her increasingly wet hole, she began stirring more sensually in the bed, mostly fumbling her arms around to grab and let whatever she had caught, go.

Despite being the ‘victim’ in this sick enslavement, I had gradually grown to accept my fate in this role of a sex slave, a minor character to a woman who lived a life I could only dream about.

On the day I turned thirty, she reached out to me, to ask about how, and what was I doing, where was I, in terms of – life. Half-disheartened and joyless, she made a suggestion that I never thought would last this long, or even impacted me this much.

Taking up her advice, I moved in with her and began adapting to my (new) life of a ‘houseband/ homemaker/ personal butler’ to the likes of a younger, career woman. At first, I was tasked with daily chores, cooking, preparing everything she needed to start her day, and provided a comfortable environment for her to sleep.

Shortly after, I was asked to ‘help’ her with more intimate stuff, like showering her while she did her hair, dressing her up as she applied makeup, to the uncomprehensible task of relieving her – sexually.

Although I didn’t think too much about holding the vibrator for her, things soon took a weird turn once she requested me to ‘rub one out’ for her. My assistance in that aspect expanded rapidly to fulfilling her fetishes like bondage, taking erotic photos/ videos, and finally, having sex with her.

That last part was really what opened the can of worms when she included ‘performance drugs’ in my diet, to maintain an erection for most of the times she was home.

(She moaned) ‘Keep going! Keep.. haaa.. going! I’m gonna.. gonna.. COME!’

Sinking her teeth deep into my neck, her vagina suddenly tightened around my cock, gripping me to a choke before I had to pull it out. In a quick-witted move, she slammed me back into her pussy with her feet on my ass, ramming me deeper into her contracting hole.

(She whispered) ‘Not until you cum.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘YES!’

I carefully brought her hands to the two corners above her head, and held them down as I thrust, from a slow, to a forceful, merciless tempo which sent her groaning in agony. Her knees flipped themselves up into the air to let me in as deep as I could go, scrubbing her G-spot so rapidly until I felt her pussy clamping onto me again.

(I groaned) ‘You are.. tight!’

‘It’s you.. huu.. huu.. who is.. getting bigger.. AHHH!’

The moment she snapped, her vaginal walls shut around me once again, this time encasing me in the stiffest grip I had never experienced, which caused me to erupt bountifully into her exhausted, overworked hole.

Like a seasoned manslut, I grabbed a few pieces of tissue as I let myself out of her, soaking whatever cum that leaked out of her with the 3-ply Beautex. As for the rest that was still inside her, she would go on with her work with them, letting them loose slowly for me to clean them when she returned.

Ever since the beginning of our unconvential relationship, she had went on the pill to reduce the use of sanitary pads, and also permit the providence of my intimate services. For someone who planned to stay single, it was, in some ways, a clever solution to ease her sexual temptations, serving as an outlet for the stress she gained from work.

For the rest of the morning, after fucking her another time in the shower, I was left to catch up on my sleep, do some chores, cook a hearty lunch , before becoming the ‘chair with a protruding piece of wood’ for her to sit her pussy on as she ate.

On that special work day, besides exempted from doing any more chores, I was told to take advantage of the blue pill I ingested, to tire her out for an early night.

(Moaning softly) ‘Mmm.. you’re so big.. ‘

The next morning, I woke up with her mouth over my dick, sucking hungrily as she threw playful glances at me.

(In my drowsy voice) ‘Is it?’

‘I’m so lucky to have you as my older brother. Mmm~’

And I couldn’t disagree more, for it was the other way round.

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Erina-chan

Interviewer: ‘Can you describe for me how, would you break someone down?’

That question, could not be any more fearsome as I recalled the voice, who asked for my views, on a hypothetical question, that he claimed, ‘many others have answered’. After that ‘interview’, we sort of ‘lost contact’, though we never had too much information on each other to begin with. It began as an email questionaire, before it turned into a voice transmission to add a little dazzle to the ‘mystery’ of such taboo topics.

Me: ‘I would first.. make her, can I use ‘her’? (speaking to self) I’ll just use her.. I would make her exercise first.’

It started out as a harmless, and even common, request to have a story written, about her, and in this particular situation, about her, and a dominatrix – in a BDSM kind of scenario? I was first of all, completely clueless about that ‘other’ side, and secondly, not too keen on the demeaning, degrading kind of foreplay, pardoning my lack of knowledge on such a subject. To me, sex, should be consensual, fun, and perhaps challenging, on the experimental level.

Interviewer: ‘Can you elaborate?’

‘BDSM’ is a huge topic, and it’s not exactly one that I would fumble my way through and offend enthusiasts unknowingly. It is such an expansive topic that I wouldn’t know where to start, much less feel its ‘prowess’ and ‘liberation’ from pushing one’s mental, emotional, physical limits to attain the subspace realm.

Me: ‘I would put her through the standard, usual kind of exercises, preferably with gym equipments since they can really push one to the limit without that person knowing that he or she has reached that limit. For example, the assisted pull-up machine, I would make her do the most reps with the minimal weights. And keep letting her rest-recover-workout over and over again until her arms are wobbling.’

Sex, for the longest time, has been a ‘team effort’, at least in my books. I would like to receive and give, or occasionally just receive or give, depending on my partner’s mood that day. We would take turns to do the work, and have never finished feeling ‘incomplete’ or ‘unsatisfied’. If there was something she felt like doing more, I would let her, or if there was something I didn’t feel like doing, she would give me a break. While I believe that communication is present during any BDSM sesh, it would be difficult to decipher its true meaning amongst the emotions the words are carried on.

Me: ‘When her arms and legs, and neck and back are too weak to even carry her own weight, I will then adjust her clothes to expose some skin on her before strapping more weights across her entire body; to scramble from the wax I’d drip onto her back, or writhe to the few volts I’d send across her belly, or simply squirm helplessly as I tickle her beyond insanity. With those heavy, immovable limbs, she would be mentally drained in no time.’

To me, ‘torture’, or basically inflicting any kind of discomfort, shouldn’t be just a one-sided event. if you As I have been taught, at a young age, to ‘never inflict upon others what you don’t want others to do unto you’, and thus, the concept of the ‘dom’, and ‘sub’ roles, simply made no sense. How could someone just pick the most beneficial, or advantageous side and happily indulge in their high kingdom? Is there no compromise, or grace, or empathy for what you will be making the other party feel? Do you ‘decide to be a sub’ or do you ‘decide to not be a sub’? How does it work?

Me: ‘At that point in time, she should be naked, or somewhere close to that. Once she has no strength left to even struggle, that is when I will stimulate her sexually, say with a vibrator or a dildo, to thoroughly empty her of any energy reserves. After a few orgasms, she should be as good as dead, though still far from making her wish that she was dead.’

Under normal circumstances, I already find it hard to get angry, let alone hit, any women in my life. Sure, I do ‘spank’, but as I was unofficially ‘taught’, there is a certain way to cup your palm so the smack actually sounded louder than it felt. For me, it was all show, and never real, flesh-deep pain. That said, the pain that I request my partner to inflict are done under a timely, controlled manner which I have absolute control over, though I receive ‘surprises’ at times.

Me: ‘My next trick would be to erect some kind of non-gory, Jigsaw contraption, that basically pit her own strength and willpower, against a dildo-vibrator and gravity acting on her own weight. I would design it in such a way that if she slacked or lost focus, the dildo would then penetrate her with the force of her own weight, and proceed to vibrate or thrust continuously until she was out, or regained enough strength to ‘pull herself away’.

The furthest I had ‘gone’ was that one time I tied my ex up, limbs restrained at the four corners of the bed, and just pleasured her until she begged for me to free her. I did have (consensual) penetrative sex with her while she was under restraints, but that wasn’t as thrilling or arousing as allowing her to caress and bite or lick or kiss me in expression of her lust. It was truly something to watch your partner succumb to your skills and knowledge of their minds/ bodies.

Me: ‘Eventually, I will have to come up with something more lasting and impressionable, like using an E.M. Chastity Belt (which is really a modified, electric-dog collar engineered into a chastity belt with some kind of plug/ dildo) to maintain full control of her body with pain, or some sort of auto-mental-phyiscal-association between ‘distance’, and the electrical shock she would receive through her nether region. At the end of the conditioning process, she should be functional (within a certain radius) around you, and mildly-aroused when right next to you.’

So, while I might have attempted some form of BDSM, I am not someone who would be able to freely impose on anyone, much less a female at my beck and call. Towards someone like that, I couldn’t be more grateful, and most definitely cherish them like delicate babies. How could I hurt ever hurt her?

Interviewer: ‘That’s pretty detailed. Will you open your door and see if there is someone there?’

I don’t think that I have come across anyone that vulnerable/ submissive before, though I have always asked nicely for the things I want? So I wouldn’t be able to tell if they did (things) as a favour, or an act of kindness, or like you say out of servitude. Most of my partners are considered independent, so I assume that they have a certain mindset. Personally, I haven’t got to ask many of them if they were ‘subs’ or ‘doms’.

Me: ‘Let me.. wait.. (distant chattering) Erina? Erin? Hi hi. Nice to meet you. No wha.. wait wait wait.. I cannot.. (back to mic) Sir? This Erin just handed me a bracelet and kinda seduced me into accepting it? Did you plan this? I cannot just have her enter my life like this. Hey? You there?’

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Ultra-woman

I think we all know what a ‘sub’ is, being someone who is ‘obligated’ to, within reasonable limits, obey all instructions given by her ‘dom’. And I guess we also can imagine those couples dedicated enough to push themselves right up to the edge. Things like degradation, mild punishment, use of demeaning terms, won’t be too far off too.

But this girl, this short, small-sized undergrad with decently-proportionate bosoms and rumps, was clearly on another level. Although unverifiable, I could tell with high certainty that she must have gone through some shit – for me to write so extensively about her.

When we met for the first time, I had an understanding that it was an opportunity for us to hang out, spend some time together, and see if we could get along. Although I was properly dressed in t-shirt and jeans, I was still worried about ‘ruining her image’ if she had shown up in something classier.

It wasn’t until later when I recognised her from the crowded escalator, did my heart skipped a beat knowing that she would be more comfortable than me in a spaghetti top and high-waisted, FBT shorts.

The ‘date’ was honestly, unremarkable at best. We settled for dinner at McD, which can be quite novel depending on how you look at it, and had share some fun details on our lives before we went to catch a movie.

The movie we picked wasn’t anything hot or new, so everyone, or couples, was able to find some rows or corners to themselves. It was because of the sparse seating arrangement that we could continue talking, albeit in whispers while the show went on.

It couldn’t be helped when some scenes got too loud for us to hear even ourselves and so we would just turn our attention to the big screen until it was quiet again. Up till that point, I was pretty stoked to know that I could still be of interest to another human being. That was indeed, a good feeling.

As we went quieter and focused on the show, she coyly pulled up the armrest between us and leaned into my chest, tucking herself comfortably in. Since it was happening in the dark, I didn’t mind being of some use to her and held her close.

(She whispered) ‘Do you want me to suck you?’

(Confident that I had misheard her, I whispered my answer) ‘Sure.’

The next thing I know, she had undone my zipper and was whipping my cock out when I asked her to repeat her question again. And no, I didn’t hear her wrong. She gently pried my hand away and resumed unhiding my cock, fearlessly letting it stand tall while she bunned her hair up.

Within seconds, my cock was in her mouth and she was really good at it. Her tongue went all over the place and my toes never uncurled. Cramping inner thighs, clenched fists, gapping mouth, rolled eyes, toes curled, I could literally see flashes of black and white shooting within my fluttering eyes.

Her lips, although they didn’t move far from the base of my cock, delivered the most intense euphoria I ever experienced. Her swiping, sweeping tongue, tickled every inch of my skin that I wanted her there forever. She went at it tirelessly until I felt bad for her, and finally stopped her crazy onslaught of pleasure.

(She whispered) ‘Was it good?’

(I replied breathless) ‘Fucking good.. ‘

Out of courtesy, I asked if I could touch her and she just leaned back into her seat, adjusting the centrepiece of her shorts to one side for my access. We returned to our ‘normal’ sitting angle while I kept one hand over her pussy, rubbing and toying with her clit endlessly. Never once did she initiate or stop me from doing anything to her, and so it was only a matter of time before fingers started disappearing into her.

Without any signals from her, I just teased her until the bad guys were defeated, marking the end of the movie, and fun, for both of us. My wrinkled fingers came out of the light-headed, mesmerised-looking girl and we just laughed our earlier crazy ‘exchange’ off.

We chatted heartily all the way to her void deck where she then made a request for me to send her up. There was no way I would shy away from that, especially when it could be the last time I see her.

As soon as the lift door closed, she reached under her top and unclasped her bra, pulling it out with a sigh of relief. And to top that off, with five seconds left in the lift, she popped the golden question. Yes, her.

‘Can I suck you off properly this time?’

‘Ok. But am I allowed to please you too?’

‘Of course.’

We skipped so suspiciously happily to the stairwell and she freeed my bells and whistle again, ‘blowing’ on it as soon as it came into sight. Knowing that she didn’t have an upper time-limit, I kept my eyes on her every move to fully appreciate her effort, and at the same time learnt that she too, was closely monitoring my every physical response.

After five or so mind-blowing minutes, I helped her up and she politely asked what position I wanted her in.

‘Doggystyle.’

She leaned over the railing, stuck her ass out, and arched her back down. It was, from my perspective, the ideal, core-supported stance I could ever imagined. I took my spot behind her and slid my cock right into her juiced-up pussy, unleashing my monster in a steady, rhythmic pace.

(I groaned) ‘Why.. are you wet.. already?’

(She moaned) ‘I.. I just get wet when.. whenever I come in.. contact with a dick.. ‘

Her slippery vaginal walls were on one hand, a joy to shove my cock through, and on the other, unforgiving in over-stimulating the raw nerves on my dick head.

No more than five minutes later, I was grunting and writhing, only for her to assure me that it was ok. We slowed down to an awkward stop and she very gently led me to a wall, where I leaned on with my knees ‘half-bent’ at her request.

She then went on her knees the second time and took me into her mouth again. This time, she moved faster and harder, perfectly replicating the life-changing sensation of her pussy. To that, there were no better indicators than my ego-crushing orgasm, filled with loud gasps and desperate pleas to no one as my balls were vacuumed dry.

(While she panted) ‘You didn’t hold my head.’

‘No I didn’t. I wouldn’t know how to do it safely at your speed.’

A smile then broke across her face as she laid her gorgeous brown her down, pulling my hand along to join her (to sit) on the steps. It was at that location where she shared more of her sexual history, mainly exes whom weren’t afraid to break her in return for their ‘ultimate’ pleasure.

Public sex in cars, staircases, park benches, pavilions, void decks, cinemas, changing rooms, toilets, clubs, were no stranger to her. Getting slapped, punched, pinched, choked, whipped, tied up, peed on, doodled on, photographed, shamed, cuckold, loaned, swapped, were also not too uncommon for her.

By then, I was the one feeling so broken that I just held her in my arms for a long time, patting her back and kissing her forehead while repeatedly telling her that those days are over. I had no idea how my impromptu prep-talk went since we only remained as flings, until she met someone worth making love to.

It was the sex we had during our short fling, that showed me how broken she was, when she became the one requesting me to ‘rape’, ‘hurt’, and ‘berate’ her. Things did get better towards the end, but definitely not gone before we broke contact.

If you are reading this, I hope you are in a better place now.

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Instant Rape-play

From the moment I entered the room, despite not making any eye contact with her, I could sense the apparent hate, and gratitude for the tray I just brought in. Keeping very still the whole time, it wasn’t until I stepped away from the study table did she make a move, scurrying across the room for her breakfast – the only one she would get, as instructed.

It was also part of my ‘job’, to remain beside her until she has eaten her fill, and stay there for the next fifteen minutes. No more than ten minutes later, she began to fidget unnaturally on the bed, taking a longer time that she should while fighting against her urges.

In another blink of an eye, her legs were wide open, and her fingers had started vibrating on her clit to ease the effects of the drug I was instigated to add to her meal. When the fifteen-minute wait was up, she was already wailing at me, for me, to ‘help’ her scratch that itch her two fingers obviously weren’t able to do so.

Just like everything I had done so far, I obeyed the invisible words ringing in my head and removed my shorts, doubting my own existence as I walked into her ‘welcoming’ hands.

Without any hesitation, she slid her mouth over my entire dick, and slurped and sucked on it as far down as she could reach. Although the whole thing happened in a mess, I could still sense the controlled-frenzy guiding her lips, to apply a gentle pressure as she vacuumed me mad.

Saliva began running down my shaft and balls in no time, dripping onto her thighs while one of her hands continously massaged my balls. By the five-minute mark/ beep on my watch, I was barely able to balance myself, but there wasn’t a need to anymore.

She pulled me onto the bed and made me lie on my back, thereafter ‘jumping’ on top of me to pop that veiny loin into her pussy. At that point in time, I was more concerned about my well-being, having made aware of how ready she was to do anything, to scratch that ‘itch’.

Seconds after she started riding me, my mind was already in a blank, and body in a violent state of confusion between ‘numb’, and ‘sensational’. I could see that my cock was rock solid, but there was nothing more, besides the occasional ‘wave of pleasure’ that sent chills up my spine.

After about two or three orgasms on her part, exhaustion got the better of her and I took over the sex – in doggystyle this time. Feeling a little weary of all that has happened, I just let my hips did all the work as she moaned and groaned in front of me, rubbing her own clit to attain climax after climax.

Clearly, not even five orgasms was enough to satiate whatever that has overcame her. Switching mindlessly to missionary, we just made out for the entire time I humped our groins together, driving dick as deep as vagina went.

‘Cumming.. I think I’m cumming.’

That mood could not have been less exciting except in this scenario, but seeing her delighted expression somehow made it better. She pushed me upwards and kept me in a push-up position, while she rotated into a 69 stance.

Replacing my knees on the bed, I jammed my meat down her throat as if it was her pussy, and unexpectedly grew harder as my ears picked up a different ‘tune’. A little choking noises, combined with lots more gagging sounds, completely overwhelmed my sexual appetite.

Over the next few seconds, my body just went automatic and hammered her face, shoving my cock deeply into her throat that I strangely enjoyed very much. When I felt the ‘urge’ coming, I was part-glad, that she wouldn’t be suffering for any longer, but also part-sad, that such a wondrous discovery has to end like that.

Finally, I cried out the last call and raised my hips to park the tip of my cock right behind her lips, before making the last few thrusts to trigger my balls. Since it was facing downward, gravity helped every shot to evacuate harder, spurting an obscene amount that cause some to leak out from the edges of her lips.

Tired beyond words, I took a few sips of water from her bottle – and froze. That (bottle) too, was laced with that dangerous shit. The supposed ‘end’ took a sharp twist into a ‘start’ and I was the one managing a raging hard on this time.

Flipping her over the edge of the bed into doggystyle, I proceeded to fuck her brains out, having already lost mine when I gave in to the unbearable (phantom) throbbing in my penis. Powered by the sex stone, I literally went at her like a bunny, blowing loads after loads that somehow felt like a fuel I couldn’t get enough of.

By the time I snapped out of the trance, we were in the middle of the bed with her, in a semi-crawling maneuver, and I, holding onto her waist while jerking my everlasting erection into her cum-filled pussy. There indeed, was a trail of cum behind me.

Still driven by the god-sent hard on deep inside her, I expended my entire energy reserves again, turning lust into its liquid form containing semen. Alas, when I felt the impending weakness overshadowing me, I rolled off her back and laid very still, for the darkness to overtake me.

When I woke up the next time, she was sleeping right next to me, looking as peaceful and as gorgeous as she always have been. A little nudge woke her up too, in a somewhat disgruntled mood that didn’t stop her from going down on me.

That alone, gave me enough charge to hop out of bed and get dressed, without releasing another load any where.

(She asked) ‘Will you come see me again?’

‘Yes. In a while.’

After that, I exited the room and heard her at the study table again, ingesting the very same food that contained the magic powder. Once I filled my tummy, hydrated myself, and took a relaxing shower, I returned to the room and once again, saw the deranged woman pleasuring herself, this time more solemnly with a pair of teary, helpless eyes staring straight at me.

That endless night, would be the third of her self-imposed, diet-and-exercise regime, though I was probably losing weight as fast.

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Erinlicious

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

Part 1 | Part 2

That Friday evening started out just like any of their date night, a little vanilla, but immensely pleasant no matter how many times they have eaten at their favourite eatery. And for as long as Erin dated Aaron, it was routine to take a long walk through the park of the private estate he lived in, back to his place for some much needed, skin-on-skin affection.

On most occasions, Aaron would be the one arriving at his doorstep with a raging erection, leaving little to imagine once they were through the doors and in his room. But on some nights, especially the ones Erin got too comfortable, she would match his ‘readiness’ with soaked panties that never failed to rekindle his lust for her.

That night, riddened with a wet, throbbing pussy, Erin pushed Aaron onto the bed as soon as the door was locked, keeping his clothes on for her to peel them off one piece at the time. Unwanting to let him ‘do’ any work, she put on a mini-show for him, executing a sloppy, and an even more comical strip-tease that made them more relaxed.

With a peck on his lips, the duo relinquished their earlier good-boy, good-girl front and let their tongues did the ‘talking’. From his face, she kissed and licked her way down his neck, across his chest, spent a little time on his nipples, and cheekily turned herself around into the 69-position.

Their years-long romance has long educated her, that he would not be too much of a distraction, as she only needed less than a few minutes to throw him off his rhythm with her mouth. Maneuvering her sly little tongue first around his little head, Aaron began moaning crazily to those swirls she was pulling off at his pee hole. Pinching her lips hard together, she worked her way down, across that little section connecting his shaft to his small head.

At that sweet spot, it couldn’t be any easier to completely subdue her favourite boy whose face was right in her pussy. Still, it was ‘his day’ she wanted things to be and Erin proceeded on to suck him off at a comfortable pace.

In time, Aaron’s ‘high’ turned bleek, and it was then Erin wanted to try something she had read about on the Internet. Sinking her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, she paused for his gasp of pleasure, before clenching her teeth very slowly together.

‘Rin?’

At first, he could not feel anything much due to the over-stimulation, but as she bit him harder, he grew more agitated.

‘Rin? ERIN! IT’S HURTING ME!’

Ignorant to the level of pain he experienced, she released her grit and relieved him with a short stint of deep-throat blows, nibbling on him again shortly after to kickstart his senses.

The second ‘bite’, landed right over his sore spot and he called her out again, to enact a different response from the clueless Erin who thought he was finally paying more attention to her. Instead of pushing her away, Aaron wrapped his legs over her head and pushed her mouth further down his shaft, choking her until her jaws gave way.

After suffocating for a few seconds, he let go of her head and she took her mouth away, to catch her breaths as well clean the tears he had unwitting caused. Unlike the man she knew, he flew into a rage and flipped her body away, jumping onto her side and gave her a hard, sharp slap across her face.

‘WHAT THE FUCK are you doing?! IT HURTS!’

‘I’m sorry! I thought you were just..’

‘Shhh Shhh Shhh…’

By then, he already had one hand around her throat, half-choking, half-pinning her down on the bed. Another tight slap went across her other cheek, and that was the moment Erin fell silent, in tears.

Since she was lying on her back, there was nothing else to do except watch him part his thighs over her head, in the other variation of 69.

‘Open your mouth!’

Startled by his abrupt command, she opened up and let him dipped his cock into her mouth, piercing all the way down to her throat where he took the next few moments to reposition himself on top of her.

The way he raised his hips, and then released them downward into her face, resembled the missionary-style more than a mutually-rewarding 69, since he was using her mouth like her pussy.

With each thrust, he cried out to her.

‘This. Is. How. You. Should. Suck. Me. With. No. Teeth. Un. Der. Stand.?’

‘MMMM!’

Just as she was getting her mascara smeared all over her eyes, she felt sharp pain transvering through her spine. Only because that pain never subsided, was she able to trace it to her clit, which he had it clamped between his fingertips, and rolled into a pulp as a punishment on top of the inescapable face-fuck.

In that moment of helplessness, shrouded in overwhelming discomfort, head ringing from excessive pain, body convulsing from the lack of air, did her mind finally break. There was nothing else she could do, except to let her body get used to drifting in and out of consciousness. Her gag-reflex, soon disappeared in place of numbness, and her clit, began registering every break as ‘pleasure’, like an act of grace in appreciation of her sacrifice.

Once she got herself in that ‘mood’, or rather, ‘state of mind’, her pussy responded with an unexpected phenomenon – she actually, became wetter.

Suddenly, guilt overcame Aaron and he stopped, as wildly as he had started it all. On his way out (of her mouth), none of them were ready for what she did. Erin, actually held onto him, with her teeth, at that soft, fleshy area under his penis-hood.

Little needed to be said as he snapped again, shoving his groin in her face once (like one time) to free himself of her bite. Swiftly, he retracted his hips and she missed him this time, though not yet punished for re-offending.

Backing himself away from the fearsome woman, Aaron climbed to his feet while Erin sat upright, completely unprepared for the double-slap that he gave. That once-gentle, loving young man went on to lecture her, and continued to hit her each time she reached for his cock.

By the time he yanked her out of bed, a puddle had already formed under where she was lying.

‘Holy fuck! Is that why you bit me? slap HUH! YOU LIKE PAIN slap IS IT?!’

Without saying a word more, he bent her over the bed and pushed her face into the wet patch, blocking her mouth and one of her nostrils at the same time. In a single, powerful stroke, he plunged his cock deep into her waterfall of a pussy and replaced her knees on the bed. For the next few minutes, he just fucked, slapped, and pinched her butt as hard as he was aching, and possibly bleeding, down there.

Once he had enough, he pulled her back upright into his chest, and reached an arm around for her pussy. Just as she thought he was going to rub her and take some of the pain away, he surprised her further by slapping her clit, with his fingers. It was, those brief, sharp smacks by his fingers that hurt more than anything, and those beatings were exactly what made her a little tighter.

‘ARGHH! Turn around for me!’

She unhesitantly did just that and in a flash, she was on her back, lying in the same wet patch while he leaned over her supple body. Finally, in the all-time-favourite, missionary position, did she felt the first instance of any affection, no matter how short-lived they were once he began chewing on her boobs.

Bombarded with the intense pain over her B cups, multiple sore spots on her bum she was lying against, her pussy was getting juicier with each passing thrust. The occasional deprivation of air, awakening slaps on her cheeks, somehow made her more infatuated with this, new man.

It was one thing to discover her unknown fetish for submission, but it was the very sight she saw in the end, where her man pounds and hammers her until he cums, that really made it all worthwhile.

‘CUMMING!’

He skipped all that messy pull-out nonsense and came right inside her fully-functional, ovulating pussy, unprotected, unsterilised, but nevertheless satisfying to a whole new level.

‘OK.. I’m done..’

At the same time Aaron pulled out of her overworked pussy, Erin sat herself upright in the same direction and went on to clean him up, thoroughly with lots of love.

(Him) ‘Rin.. You really went crazy today..’

(Her) ‘I know.. Can I ask you something?’

(Him) ‘Yeah? What?’

(Her) ‘You once mentioned to me that you wanted to see me get.. Fucked by other men. Does that still..’

(Him) ‘Hey.. Are you sure about that?’

(Her) ‘Only if you do something for me..’

(Him) ‘Of course! What is it?’

(Her) ‘Will you tie me up, and blindfold me?’

(Him) ‘In what position?’

(Her) ‘Any. You can choose how you want me to be tied. But I want you to be the last guy to cum inside me. Can?’

(Him) ‘Wait wait.. So.. raw?’

(Her) ‘Uh huh. Or if you are uncomfortable with that, you can ask them to wear protection. I’m all yours.’

Over the short, intense discussion, Aaron unwittingly got hard again, which was all Erin could ask for as she went down on him for as long as he wanted, while he ‘made some calls’.

That fateful night, marked a new beginning for their sex life, which gradually took a darker turn as they too, became very different people who could no longer feel complete without each other.

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