Sasha looked at the flesh that had just been in her most intimate of holes. She kissed the head, then opening her mouth as wide as she could, Sasha pushed me all the way to her throat. Her hands gripped my ass, wanting me. She only started to close her mouth and suck when she felt it slip into her gullet. The deep moan I heard was sweet, her desire for me so real, palpable. I could smell her cunt. She always wet herself as she sucked me, whether I had just fucked her slimy cunt or her asshole, Sasha loved to feel the shaft in her mouth, to clean, to worship and show her self as a real whore for me. I pulled out, alternating the pumps in her ass with the sucking of her mouth.
I could feel the pressure in my bladder, the need to release painful. I held her hips then, telling her to finger her cunt. As Sasha began to tremble, and cry out, I released inside her. I could feel the piss hitting in her, backing up to my cock. It squirted down her legs, her bowels unable to hold it all in. Sasha came at the first sizzle, came without stopping as she fisted herself now, crying out every name she knew to degrade herself, every name she craved to be with me. It was hard, so hard, but I pinched the muscle off, holding back the last if my urine. Like a puppy now, happy at last she spun around, thinking I was going to give her my sperm at last. I bent the still hard cock as best I could, my hands pulling that ponytail up to get her mouth in line. She was still buried deep in her own cunt as I drained the last of the piss in her mouth, her eyes going wide at the surprise, her smile as she drank it down genuine. I was yelling now, unable to hold back, the sight of this angel, on her knees, her ass still gaping from being fucked, my piss going down her throat? I came, completely.... it poured from me. Sasha moaned again, her final treat the stuff she wanted now, craved. What man could resist her? I was finally done; lines of semen and piss running down her face, hitting her dark small nipples, the saliva mixing into make a gooey, stringy mess. I knelt down again, one last thing. I scooped the remains up with my fingers, feeding her the last of it to her like dessert.
I pulled Sasha back to her hands and knees again. I fit her cunt plug in, wedging it deep, the straps holding it in circling her waist, the anal plug the largest that she could take, as large as a coke can at its widest, the taper surrounded by her sphincter. Her mask was next, then her headphones, the wide size and padding cutting off all sounds but those I fed to her. Without thought Sasha opened her mouth, waiting her gag, the wide short plastic cock filling her slut mouth as she mewled contentedly. I attached her leash then, making her rise, the overwhelming fullness in her ass and cunt making her unsteady. She walked with me as best she could. I teased her, pulling her nipples out, pinching them. I pulled the earpiece back, whispered that now I was going to bind her, take her out. I said I was going to leave her in a men's restroom of the nastiest bar I could find, inviting all to come and sample her, that I would tape it, that all she knew would be shown the video. Each whispered lie thrilled her, never sure if I was telling the truth or not. I pondered the bar...hmmmm. That might actually be fun. Maybe later. I had taped her with me so often, kissing her as I slipped the tape to her as she left. She often brought one back to watch with me, the rest safe with her.
I led her to the chair, pushing her down, spreading her legs. I tied her ankles wide, her wrists bound with them. Sasha was open again, waiting. The candles had been providing a glow, now they gave her a new sensation on her nipples as I painted them with the burning wax. Each drop burned out so quickly, hot enough to make you jump, cool enough to leave no mark, except in your psyche. I dripped it till both breasts looked as if a hundred men had shot their semen on her, her cheeks and neck the same. Her thighs, caked with sticky wax, shiny in the firelight. I traced the clean areas of her skin with ice, the contrast causing her to fight to move. Her vision cut off, her hearing denied; Sasha could not tell how long this new game was lasting. It seemed to be seconds drifting to hours. I plugged the headphones in, the recording of her own cries and grunts, her spasms of orgasm ringing loud in her head. I watched fascinated as she began trembling, her stomach muscled rippling with no touch from me. But now each touch of the ice caused an orgasmic shudder, her head whipping around, wanting no more but unable to say anything. I pushed her again, then again, the whip hitting each creamy leg a stripe as she came, heaving with cries I could hear around the gag now, her pleading clear.
Now,... now...finally I had gotten to her, found that new mark as Sasha fell back, lapsing into the unconscious fugue that I had seen before. She relented, gave in, accepted the blows, no longer feeling anything but her own breathing, her own, painful pleasure as I came again, no hands touching me now, her feet white as I shot on her painted toes. I kissed them, sucking up my own essence, only stopping to pull her gag off, spitting my still warm cum in her mouth again. Sasha took it, her head lolling as she broke again. The tears she cried were no longer pain, but the release of her self again, floating as she knew that this had to end at some point, and that her hunger for the next time would come so swift, like the bite of teeth on her ear.
