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This story is a joint effort
between H Dean and Aussiegirl. We hope you enjoy
reading it as much as we are enjoying writing it!
Part 2
Marie expected that she
would be released from her current position. She was wrong. He had more in
store for her. Furthermore, since he was not one who thought that the goal of
sex or sex play was the ever-important orgasm, he had plans to begin his
torments anew.
She watched him as he left
the room, wondering what was in store for her now. Water ran and the toilet
flushed. He began humming some tune that she had heard before but could not
identify. His absence gave her time to think about what had already happened.
While she was uncomfortable, and his cum was still drying on her face, she had
to admit it had so far been an amazing night.
After a seemingly interminable moment, he returned to the bedroom and
disappeared from her sight.
She wondered just what it
was that he was doing, rummaging so loudly though his bag of toys. Slowly,
things thumped to the floor, and pinged against each other. The intended
reaction, trepidation, was well met. For, despite her knowing he would never
truly injure her, she had a vivid imagination. Finally, her imagination finding
need of relief, she broke her silence, complaining of the drying cum that
coated her face.
“I’m sorry, dear”, he told her,
amusement in his voice, “you did tell me that you were
mine for the weekend, if I recall correctly. I don’t think I am quite ready to
remove it.”
His answer given, she
quieted again, though she did still did not like the feeling of the drying cum
on her face. She also was not yet used to the control
he had over her, though she did not complain again, acknowledging the fact that
she had agreed to his for the weekend.
She listened intently to the
sounds emanating from the bag and was startled when the sounds halted. Even
more startling was his sudden weight upon the bed. She raised her head, hoping
to gain sight of his intentions. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a damp
tickling on her inner thigh, so close to her needy sex. She dropped her head
back to the comfort of the mattress, praying for release as his tongue, cool
and threatening, teased her carnal needs.
There was an abrupt clicking
and the sound of something vibrating, startling her from her prayers of
release. Then she felt it vibrating and probing lightly over her ass. Each pass
threatened insertion, making her cringe at what he planned. Never before, in
all her years, had she allowed such a thing.
"Please, not
there." Her voice was soft and breathless, her fear of the unknown making
her shake in her restraints.
"Have no fear. You will
have to beg for it before you are given such a pleasure." he whispered
back.
Relieved, she allowed
herself to enjoy the pleasures of his tongue, knowing she would never ask, let
alone beg to be penetrated – not there.
Moans escaped her lips as
his tongue continued its torturous journey on her delicate and sensitive skin,
ever finding her most needy areas. She fought to push the sensitive nub of her
sex into his mouth, finding it impossible bound as she was. Soon, she was
filled with a nearly impossible and agonizing need for release.
“Please, please…” she cried.
“Please let me cum.”
"I'm afraid that I
cannot do that. At least, not until you beg for the penetration." he
whispered.
“Never!” she screamed out,
her fear and disgust still overriding her need to cum.
For long and long, he
continued his pleasure filled torture of the girl. Her moans, loud and long,
soon turned to screams and then demands for release. Tom did feel a pang of
guilt as he listened to her screams, but it did not deter him. He continued his
efforts, enjoying every stage of her suffering.
After a time, tears began a
steady stream from her eyes. Her moans were less audible, as were her tortured
screams. Her demands were now pleas, begging him to let her cum, promising him
anything.
Then there came a voice. It
was her voice and yet it was not. She listened, afraid of what it was saying
even as she knew what it would say - what it was about to say.
"Not good enough"
she heard him reply. "I want you to ask in a way where there can be no
mistaking what you are begging for. I want no excuses or confusion
later." It was then that she knew
she could no longer fight him.
She heard the voice again.
It was low and shaky, defeated. "Please push the vibrator in my ass."
Slowly, she felt the
vibrator pushing into her ass. She cringed at the feeling - at the idea and the
degradation. Then, as she so wanted, his tongue found the depths of her sex,
probing into her and wriggling its way about. She hardly noticed the tightness
of her posterior as the vibrator was fully seated inside of her. For, as he
pushed the vibrator in, his mouth made its way to the sensitive nub that would
release her from her anguish and leave her helpless in the throws of an intense
orgasm. She screamed out.
Her first orgasm subsiding,
he began thrusting the vibrator in and out of her ass. He tugged at her nub,
sucking it into his mouth in alternate rhythm to the vibrator. She screamed
again, another orgasm coursing through her body. Unsatisfied with bringing her
to two orgasms, he continued his work, sucking her nub and fucking her ass with
the vibrating phallus.
Over and over she came, her
climaxes increasing in strength until she feared her own demise. Then, as
suddenly as her first orgasm had arrived, it was over. She hardly noticed as he
reached up over her body to release her from her strict bondage. She only knew
that the strain had been lifted and that she was exhausted.
Once her breath had returned
to her, he pulled her against him, “spooning” her. He smiled at her as she
turned her head to stare into his eyes. A kiss, a whisper of comfort and a hug
was all they mustered before falling into a deep and happy sleep.
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