The same motel, another day. This time Debbie has the afternoon off work so I can take my time with her. Our sessions have been less frequent recently for fear of discovery, so I intend to make up in intensity what I have been missing in frequency. She has some boundaries that need pushing, some limits that need to be extended and today we are going to work on those.
Of course she doesn't know that and as I enter she greets me with her shy smile and a gentle "Hi."
I smile at her, like a predator at a particularly tasty prey. "Hi yourself - I have to say you are looking gorgeous today." Her face lights up, she gives me a knowing glance and slowly licks her lips. She is already undressed to black bra, black panties and black stockings and suspenders. Traditional maybe but with big floppy tits to fill the bra, long shapely legs and a flat stomach, she looks the perfect incarnation of a woman designed purely for sex. She gazes up at me from the bed and I strip my shirt off followed by shoes and socks. After all we didn't come here to chat...
"Here you little slut, come and sit at the edge of the bed, I have something for you," I tell her. As she complies, I slip my jeans off. As she reaches the edge I grab her by the hair and pull, eliciting a gasp. "Now listen here cunt," I tell her, "My cock and balls need cleaning. I pissed all over them a few hours ago and couldn't be bothered to clean up. Now they stink, so get your tongue out and get to work." She eases down my underpants and my erect cock springs out in her face. She breathes in the pissy aroma and slowly starts to lick my tight ball sack, moving on to my groin area and finally the base of my cock. Long slow licks with her tongue. making sure she absorbs all the flavor she can. She stops at my foreskin where the end is still moist with piss. A slow tongue roll across it and she slowly pulls it back to get at the other flavors trapped beneath.
"Oh you are such a piss drinking whore," I tell her. "My very own toilet slut" I grab her head and force my cock down her throat until her lips are in my pubic hair. She chokes at the sudden invasion of her throat but recovers and starts sucking cock for all she is worth. I reach down, undo her bra, slip it off and take a nipple in each hand, pulling them up so they each bear the full weight of her tit, and begin to squeeze and pinch them. She tenses and moans but keeps up her cock sucking until I back off.
"Time for some fun, my whore," I tell her. "Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Arms out to the side." She obeys immediately. She's probably expecting something on or in her ass right now but that is not what I have in mind. I go to my bag and bring out a homemade item - two polished rods of wood held together with bolts and wing nuts. Her tits hang down like sacks a third full of flour - all the meat falls to the bottom, the upper parts are just empty flesh. So I put one bar behind her tits, about a third of the way down, and one in front and begin to thread first one wing nut then the other. Eventually there is enough pressure to hold the rods in place and she looks down at them with a satisfied look on her face. Now I start to tighten the nuts in earnest. A full turn on each side, then a pause, another turn and a grunt from her. The nuts are tight now and her breathing deepens. I move to the side and slip a finger between her legs - her cunt is already soaking wet and I begin to rub her clit - her breathing quickens and with my other hand I tighten the nuts again, a moan of pain and I rub her clit harder, a moan of pleasure, pain, pleasure and as I tighten the nuts to their tightest possible she explodes into orgasm.
"Enjoying the pain in your tits, slut?" I ask her. She nods and I put her into a seated position back on the edge of the bed. She gazes at her crushed tits which are beginning to turn a shade of purple, the skin, normally loose, is stretched taught over her tit meat, making it so much more sensitive. She truly loves having her tits hurt. I think if it were possible to slowly slice them into pieces and then put them back together, then she would want to have that done to her. She watches impassively as I bring a rubber whip out of the bag and a blindfold. I move her to a high backed chair in the room, sit her down and blindfold her. I tie her arms together behind the chair and dangle the whip over her tits, letting the ends brush against them The slightest of shudders runs through her body in anticipation.
I start with her right tit - the whip explodes onto her tender flesh and she gasps. Three more hard shots and then I attack her left boob. Normally when I whip her tits, the fleshiness of them absorbs the whip but now with the meat of her tits forced into a smaller volume, the whip can truly do its work. I continue to whip hard - marks and bruises begin to appear and I take a brief break to twist her nipples as painfully as I can. There is only the slightest reaction - a brief grimace but I can tell she is into the pain now. I reach down to masturbate her to another climax - this will help build her pain threshold and is her reward for what she has suffered without complaint.
Her skin is glowing with warmth now as the assault continues - ten more each side before I decide that her bruised and tender tits have taken enough. The torment is not over yet though - I dig in the bag for the cloverleaf clamps and taking each rubbery nipple in turn, pinch it hard before applying the clamp. As she gets used to the new source of pain I bring weights out of the bag, two pounds a side and attach them, letting them drop and watching the agony sear across her face. A small whimper escapes her and I remove he blindfold so she can inspect the damage.
She looks down at her crushed and bruised tits with the pride of a true masochist. She won't forget this in a hurry but now I am going to apply the coup de grace. I stand her up and undo the wing nuts on the boob crusher, quickly slipping it off her. I reach my right arm round to her cunt and finger her clit slowly. I watch her face for the agony of returning circulation and as that happens, I tickle her unmercifully with my left hand. She squeals and jigs up and down. I tell her she can't move except on the spot but each jig bounces the weights around and causes agony to her poor whipped clamped nipples. At the same time her orgasm breaks as the circulation pains reach agony and her legs crumple under her as the combination of pain and pleasure causes her to lose all control of her body. I catch her and lay her on the bed. I kneel over her and remove the clamps, rubbing her to another climax as the returning blood causes more pain. She gazes at me in a post orgasmic haze of pain and pleasure, she idly reaches out to rub my cock, her way of thanking me and telling me that all is well and I can continue when I want.
I go to the bag and return with a butt plug and some lube as well as our paddle. The plug is about an inch and a half across at the widest. Not large, I know, but big enough to get in her and worry her intensely. She hates anal insertion but of course has no choice in the matter.
"You're no..." her protest is ended by a stinging slap to the mouth.
"Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt," I snarl. "Your body is mine and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it!" Now stand up and come here!"
