“Don’t get me started”, you said again, as I mentioned Juan's name. He was and still is your friend, but you know that I kissed him more then once. You trusted me, but I broke your trust. Now, I tease you all the time about those kisses, about how much of a slut I can be at times.
“Don’t get me started,” you repeat, as I re-tell the story of his mouth on mine, his hands going up my skirt, feeling my wet pussy. I smile evilly and see that look upon your face. You will either kick me out of this room... or fuck me mercilessly. I continue telling you about how much I enjoyed it, his hard body, his long fingers and his gentle licks on my neck. You know full well that I love hard bites and rough hands, not gentleness, yet for some reason, you do not remember that now. You warn me again not to talk about this matter. But I do not listen.
Finally, you are too upset to continue. You push me to the bed and start kissing me wildly. Your lips pull on mine, causing a wave of pleasure to course through my body. I gasp, as you pull my hands up in the air. You grab them tight and hold my body as you unbutton my shirt and unhook my bra. The shirt flies somewhere, the bra follows it. You start to bite on my neck, hard bites that will leave marks on my skin. Your lips travel to the back of my neck, and you bite on my earlobes gently. You whisper, “You fucking slut, now that I’ve got you, I will teach you how to pay attention to me.”
You hold my hands tight and rub my half naked body with yours. I have given you handcuffs as a present and now, you grab them and click them on my hands. You grab a bandanna that is hanging on the chair nearby and blindfold me by it. I hear you stepping back and looking at my body. You know this is what I want – for you to be in control. But you also know that I have to be punished, one way or another.
You start to kiss your way down my breasts. You suck on my milky white skin, licking the areolas, and sucking my large nipple deep into your mouth. Your fingers undo my skirt and I lift up my ass to get it off. Cruelly, you rip off my underwear from my bare pussy. You grab onto it, your middle finger entering my already wet cunt. You start to finger fuck me hard, making me moan as I suck on your tongue. Your mouth soon descents on my shaved mound and you start to bite and lick on my clit. My ass rises and I feel a pillow being placed under it. You spread my legs farther and start to bite my inner thighs. I feel your saliva on my joints, on my thighs, my pussy. You spit into my cunt, treating me like a cheap whore. I hear you take off your pants and you enter me hard, your cock hard and pulsating. My legs wrap around your waist and you start to fuck me mercilessly. My tits jiggle, and I feel your hands on my ass, spreading my ass cheeks apart as you fuck my tight hole.
Suddenly, you turn me over. You move my body in the doggy style position and I feel you getting off. I dare not move, lest you try to hurt me. I wait for some sound, some motion from you. All I hear is you getting something, something liquid, and I feel cold wet stuff being spread in my asshole. You pull my hair off my neck and start to bite on the sensitive flesh. You know that I go insane when you bite my neck hard. Your tongue moves over my back, your lips caress my skin. I feel your teeth on my left butt cheek and I yelp as you nibble on my tender flesh. I wonder if you will lick my asshole, as it has been a fantasy of mine for quiet some time. I feel your tongue on my pussy lips, spreading them, fucking my hole with your fingers. You enter me hard, one finger, two, three. I am still in a doggy position, my ass high in the air. You grab my hips and force them down, my pussy grinding your face. I can not contain myself, I feel my juices squirt all over your face. I feel the coldness move to my cunt and you spread more lubricant. You massage my clit with your fingers all wet, and start to go for my asshole. Your finger enters my ass and you start to fuck me gently at first, barely going in with your finger. You add another finger and I cry out in pain, because my behind is not accustomed to such treatment. As my cry gets louder, you remove your fingers.
I thank you quietly and cry out again as you smack my ass hard. I feel the burn on my skin, feel the sting of your second slap. Third time, fourth, fifth. Your smacks keep going and I am no longer able to count since it hurts so much. Yet my ass gets warm and every time you spank me, I lift it higher to meet your hand. I loose myself in the painful sensations. You do not stop, you just keep hitting me, over and over and over again, calling me slut, bitch, whore.
“Did I TELL you not to get me started?” You iterate that statement with a hard smack on my ass. “Did I not TELL you it would hurt?” You hit me harder. “Did I not WARN you that you will be punished?”
“Yes, Yes, YESSSSS,” I moan in pain.
By now, I am no longer enjoying it. It hurts. I want you to stop. Tears flowing onto the pillow, I wail as you smack me harder and hader. Fifty, sixty times your hand descends on my tender flesh. Yet as my ass burns, so does your hand start to hurt. You scoop some cool cream and spread it on my ass cheeks. I sigh in pleasure, the cool liquid feels heavenly on my bruised skin. You spread it on my soaking pussy, on my wet asshole. Your fingers enter my ass again quickly, then exit. Enter, exit.
