Inches of Torture

InchesOfTorture

As if being awaken from a pleasant dream, you snatch me by my hair again. Grasping firmly, you lead me over towards your favorite bench. Oh my.. what have I done? "Don't move.." Your words are firm and striking. I'm alone now.. alone with only my thoughts to keep me company, and the sweet juices running down my thigh. "Look at me.." I turn my head to the left and my eyes magnify. Here you are, this paramount, standing before me with your instrument of great pleasure and torture hanging between your legs. I am unprepared for this, you read my face.

"Relax.." I trust you. I know that you will hurt me. I trust you. Positioned in front of the bench, I'm on my knees, waiting for what's to come. Behind me you stand, your hand again at my head, pushing downward. I lower my face onto the bench, the smell of leather filling my senses. It feels so nice and cool on my balmy skin. I wait. I can feel you positioning yourself for your grand entrance. Now, here I am.. arms bound, back dipped, ass in the air with face plastered on cool leather. I hear that familiar growl in your throat, I can tell you are pleased. There is no masking the pain I feel as you tear into my creamy opening. With your hands you take hold of my bound arms, pulling me into you as you ravage my insides. "Fuck!" I pant as you pound my now bruising cavity. I feel you pick up speed, fucking me with unimaginable abandon. "Did. I. Tell. You. To. Speak?!" You stroke every word into me with meaning.

I feel as if I'm going to erupt. I make a failed attempt of shaking my head as you take a handful of hair, nearly scalping me. With one hand in my hair, the other has released my arms, and I feel some sense of relief. Not for long. I feel the riding crop at my ass, you crack it across my backside with amazing swiftness. I cry out in anguished passion. "Shut the fuck up!" You hit me harder as you ride me deeper, my face surely dented into the leather bench. You groan ruggedly as you fuck me like a brute. You're such a beast. You crash into me more, filling me up with your inches of torture. The pain is sending me into convulsions, I fear I might not last much longer. I cry out again as you pound into me, cracking the crop across my ass yet again. Fuck.. I can barely breathe.

Now, you're about to show me who's the boss. Tossing the crop aside, you lean into me, your chest against my naked back. Deliberately, you thrust long and deep, burying yourself inside. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head, I can't see anything. I can only feel and it's earth shattering. "Mine.." You breathe into my ear.. "Mine.." I close my eyes, breathing heavily. Suddenly, you began to slow your pace, confused, my eyes open frantically.. what did I do?! Your strokes are uneven, slow, weak. "Say it.." You nearly whisper through clenched teeth. I feel you begin to pull out.. No! "I'm yours!!!" I yell. On cue, you collide into me, picking up your speed and tearing me in two. "Fuck. Shit. Damn!!" You curse at me as you pummel my pink velvety abyss.

"My fucking whore.. you're my fucking whore!!" You say the words over and over again, stroking and cursing, stroking and cursing. I'm sweaty, the moisture glistening my skin. "Fucking. Whore. Fucccckkkiinngg Whooorreee!!!" You scream into the air, grinding the words into me, making me feel each and every syllable. I can no longer contain it, I'm about to give. I'm about to give in to this monster.. this delectable monster plowing me into this leather. I scream desirously as I erupt all over your satisfying inches. Unable to control myself, my body shakes impulsively. With a warrior like cry, you pump me several times more as you release into me. Crushing me with devastation. You allow me a moment to recover before you slide out, slick.

My juices are overflowing and I'm obviously spent. My breathing is spasmodic and my heart is bounding in my ears. "Mmmmm... look at this mess you made.." I hear you say breathlessly. With your hands you spread my ass, exposing me. Admiring the view, you let out a satisfyingly exquisite sigh. With much gumption, you bury your face and tongue into my aperture devouring my essence...