Samantha And Marcus Ch 06

Chapter 06

I saw a movie once that I liked. A couple was having breakfast. They weren't married, and had spent the night together. She almost shouted, "I LOVE sex." He laughingly responded, "You certainly do."

That's how I felt completely. I LOVED what we were doing, I wasn't forced to do the things that I did. It's just that turning my lover on turned my sexual flame into a blow torch.

I'm telling you this now because I hope you'll stay with me after this chapter. I won't be surprised if how far I wanted to go is too far for you. We'll see.

I was hotter than ever before when I got home after our last time together. I wanted to come all the time. I also wanted something more than my memories.

He read porn all the time, and told me about scenarios that excited me. He tried to show me how to read on the net, but I was too frightened of being discovered. He said he'd think of something. A couple of days later, he said that he'd looked around in B&N and discovered an Erotic Literature section. As you'll see, this luscious temptation led to something even more daring later on.

I was frightened to death so I went to the bookstore at about 10 in the morning, hoping for no or only a few onlookers. I found the section while pretending to browse elsewhere. I raced in and found a compendium of The Best of YYYY.

Yikes!!! I forgot about CHECKOUT!!! It turned out to be easy. She bagged it without glancing at me. I ran home and came hard to the very first story. This was big. There were many Best of books in the section. I'd be supplied for a long time. It was so liberating.

When we talked, he kept apologizing for the things he had done to me. As much as I tried, he still had doubts. More than anything, I wanted to show him how much I loved what we had done. I knew that he wanted me to endure pain for him. Oh, I would and I would keep saying, "More". I knew that he loved it when I was willing to be dirty. Oh, I would, and I would lead us further into that.

As I thought about my desires, I decided that I had to go to a store that sold erotica. That really frightened me. I looked in the yellow pages and saw one that was in the gayborhood. It wasn't far from my house, but I doubted that anyone around it would know me. I parked several blocks away and scanned the street in front of it. Empty. It really looked sleazy, all surrounded with blackout curtains.

When I went in, a nice, pierced, tatted woman asked if she could help me. I said that I was just looking. There was a lot to look at, dildos which I expected, but many items that I didn't understand. Towards the back was what I'll call the pain section, which is really what I wanted. Some things were so severe that I didn't think I could handle them. I saw a display of leather bound sticks and cane-like instruments. I quickly selected one of the leather bound sticks (I've since learned that it's called a crop), and started to hurry out of there.

I was stopped by a display of clips. I knew that I needed to show him that I wanted to go further than we had so far so I stopped. Clearly, the clips were for nipples and other sensitive areas. I think I've already told you how sensitive my nipples are, but I was willing to give them to him. As you'll learn, that decision turned out to be the hardest and most painful that I could make. You'll learn more in later chapters. One display had 3 chains ending in rubber covered clips, Clearly they were meant for the nipples and labia (the clit?). I grabbed one of those and moved to the checkout. Again, the woman didn't look at me as she bagged my items and took my cash (no credit card charges for me).

I was almost giddy when I got home. I had done it! I was pretty sure he'd like my purchases. I was really tempted to try the new items, but I decided to experience them for the first time when I was in his hands. When he finally got to town for his next visit, I stuffed my new goodies into my black bag and headed to the hotel.

We melted into each other. I want to talk a little about our kisses. They were fiery. His lips are soft, yet caressing. His tongue, God, his tongue. It explores every part of my mouth. I always groan when he explores me. He always says, "You forgot, didn't you?" No, I could never forget, but it's hard to get instantly turned on without groaning.

I turned and reached into my bag.

When he saw the crop, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh my god."

I could tell that he knew that I meant to affirm one of his desires. I held it out with my palms turned upward, and said, "Please use this on me anywhere you want. I don't know how it feels. I didn't try it. I want to feel it first when you use it on me. Can we try it now?"

He sat down and said, "Undress for me." He stroked his cock as I did. When I finished, he said, "Lie on your stomach on the bed with your arms and legs spread wide."

He undressed. I could see that his cock was hardening. He came over, leaned down, and kissed me near my ear. He thanked me again and again and again.

I was not afraid this time, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't gagged. He began at the bottom of my thighs and continued up to my shoulders. It was a different pain than the hanger, not as sharp, more stinging. It hurt, but I felt that I could endure it.

When he finished, he said, Turn over. I did and, as I looked him in the eyes, I spread my arms wide. Again, he started at the bottom of my thighs and moved up. As he got near my pussy, I became really frightened. He passed it by.

When he got to my breasts, he didn't bring the crop straight down on them. He told me to sit up with my back against the headboard.

He said, "Put your hands behind your head, and push your breasts out."

When I did, he groaned at the sight of my waiting nipples. He struck them with the knotted end of the crop. It stung, but I actually felt it surge into my pussy at the same time.

Then, he lay down with me and thanked me again and again. My body was stinging, but I felt good. This is why I bought the crop. I asked if I could suck him, but he told me that he wanted to be in my ass. I nodded.

While I got out the lube, he got a towel and spread it on the arm of a couch in he room. I knelt down, prepared him with my mouth, then used my hand and fingers to prepare myself.

He led me to the couch, and I lay over the toweled arm. My clit was resting on the rough towel. He came up behind me, and pushed just the head in. It hurt, but I said that it was ok. He still went slowly. When he was about halfway in, he started rocking in and out, going slightly more deeply each time.

I couldn't believe it. Each time he rocked, my clit was massaged by the towel. I also felt his cock on my clit from the inside. I felt a climax stirring, still far in the distance. He kept rocking slowly. I wanted more. I wanted my clit to be rubbed more quickly.

I said, "More. You can go deeper."

He started moving more quickly in and out. Oh, I could tell, it was going to happen. Again, I asked for more. He became a little rougher. He grabbed my hair. That turned me on and made me ask him to please fuck me harder.

He did, oh how he did, pounding in and out of me. My orgasm came thundering upon me and burst. He came at the same time.

He lay on top of me on the couch arm for a long time, both of us breathing hard before recovering. After we cleaned up, we got into bed and fell asleep.

When we awoke, I prepared lunch. As I did, he got out his computer. We had talked about the porn that he watched frequently. I had never seen any pornography.

After lunch, we got back into bed and watched a few scenes. In large part, they were not sexy to me. I learned some things, though. I saw a woman give a terrific blowjob to a guy. She excited him in several ways that I had not thought of. She took her time, and prolonged his pleasure. After he came in her mouth, she looked up at a man who must have been the director and asked if that was ok. Like I said, not too sexy.

One woman had shaved her pubic hair completely. I asked him what he thought, and he said that he really liked it. After a while, we shut the computer off.

I got my bag and showed him my other present, the clips connected to chains. They didn't really work so well. The rubber coated clips kept slipping off my nipples because they couldn't get tight enough to hold up the weight of the chains. He told me that he would think of something for next time.

We lay down and started to cuddle. He slid down and began to lick me in the way that I love, but I couldn't stop thinking about the crop. After a few minutes, I said, "I really want to feel the crop."

He got it and lay down near my pussy. He told me to hold my lips open for him. I did, exposing my clit and vulva. He took the top end of the crop in his hand and started gently smacking the knot down onto my clit. It hurt, but was bearable. I floated in the experience for a few minutes, my lips pulled back and my clit completely exposed. Suddenly, I felt myself approaching the edge. I groaned, "Oh, Marcus, I really need to cum. Please come back and lick me."

I came almost instantly when his tongue hit my inflamed clit. It went on and on as I thought of the knot hitting my clit. Afterward, I held his thigh hard onto my pulsing clit. I couldn't stop seeing the knot on my clit.

That night, we went to an out of the way restaurant, and again, I felt like we were married. I think that was almost as pleasurable to me as the sex.

The next day, I was so horny that I jumped him as soon as I arrived. I pulled off his robe and knelt down. I ripped off my clothes at the same time. He sat down in a chair. I took him in my mouth and put my hands under his ass. I pulled hard to drive his cock to the beginning of my throat. I gagged and gagged. His cock and balls were quickly soaked with my saliva. I didn't stop. He was moaning and begged, "Oh, lick my balls."

As I moved down, I said, "I know your ass is dirty. May I lick it?"

He moaned some more. I moved down and licked him. Then I put my thumbs just outside his lips and pried them open. My tongue went inside.

Marcus shouted, "Oh, I'm going to cum."

I moved up and he shot at least three streams onto my face, each one splashing as it hit. I moved up further. I could have wiped the cum off my face, but I didn't want to. I loved being dirty. I flopped on my back and started to masturbate.

I whispered, "Look how dirty I am. My face is covered in cum. What I did with my tongue..."

He leaned over and I thought he was going to kiss me, but he moved his head down to the hollow in my throat where the cum was pooling. He licked up a large amount on his tongue and pushed it into my mouth. I couldn't help but think about all of the tastes that we were sharing.

I went rigid and came hard.

End of Chapter 06