I thought if I could exercise all my skill and bring him to orgasm quickly, then that would be the end of it. I used my other hand to hold his balls so both my hands were filled with his manhood. It felt quite good to hold something so large in my hands and feel how he twitched and his balls rolled in my hands as I sucked and licked. Then my brain went into overdrive and I saw the future. How quickly would he cum? Was the size of his cock and the weight of his balls any indication of how much spunk there would be? Was I going to let him cum in my mouth? Surely he wouldn't expect that? But then he'd be making a mess all over me. That would be worse! Could I take that much in my mouth in one go? I groaned as I thought of the possibilities and I'm afraid he took that for enthusiasm.
"Oh yes, you're enjoying this now aren't you? But don't imagine I'm going to let you off so easily. Now I've got a photo of you with my cock in your mouth, I'm going to see if you really mean 'you'll do anything'." I looked up and he'd taken another photo of me. My eyes widened with shock. He showed me the photo and I was horrified - well, at first, then I was slightly impressed that I'd taken so much of him. His cock seemed to be right inside me and it must have gone beyond my gag reflex - but what did he mean? What was the "anything" he was going to see?
Before I could process it, he had my hair in one hand and the other under my arm, lifting me up and off his prick. I looked down as I stood on my heels again and his cock was slick with my saliva and his precum - it looked enormous, glistening and threatening. I still had my hand on his cock as I stood up and as it slipped up, my hand got coated with the slippery liquid. "Now turn around," he said and as I did, he pushed on my back to bend me over. Well, I didn't want to put my sticky wet hand on the new sofa so I put it on my bum cheek to wipe it off. My lacy panties had been stretched as I knelt down but when I stood up, I could feel that they'd bunched up and were wedged tight between my bum cheeks. I thought they felt a bit cold and wet and I presumed that sucking his cock had had the usual reaction for me and got me "In the mood," if you catch my drift. I'm rather sorry to say that he thought that was hot and told me so. He said something about spreading my bum cheeks and before I really knew what was happening, he'd pulled my lovely lacy lingerie pants off and his large fingers had gone between my legs, feeling my bum and my pussy. I was quite glad I'd shaved that morning, but that was for my lover, not our friend! His fingers went the length of my vagina and it must have been wet because his fingers seemed to move very smoothly.
"No, no, not that. Please, that's too much. I know I said I'd do anything, but I'm really not an Amsterdam whore (my mind was fixated on that image now). I mean, I'm not that sort of girl." I pleaded with him, but it was no use. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the way his fingers made me feel, but I knew that was just the start. I knew how big his cock was and I was really worried.
"You said "Anything" and that's just what it's going to be. It only takes me two clicks and J... will see everything, then you know what will happen."
"No, please, not that. I'm sure you're too big for me." I used every excuse I could but he just ignored me. I felt him close up behind me as he kept holding my hair and he roughly stuck his stiff cock between my legs. I was horrified at first, but I'm afraid my instincts took over and instead of trying to get away from it, I slid along it as though I was riding it. It was so big though! He and I went backwards and forwards, me struggling at first but then - Oh how awful - I began to get excited and started to enjoy it. I wanted him gone, but I really wanted him to be touching me; I thought I must be close to climax myself, I was so tingly - so I arched my back and tilted my hips so that on the next push, he slipped straight into me - rather deeper than I had anticipated.
"Oh!" I gasped as I felt myself stretched wide. He was so big it was slightly painful at first. I had one hand on the sofa bracing myself, but I had to put a hand behind me to hold him back. He took hold of it and held onto it, using that to give him some leverage as he eased back and forwards again. Well, I'd been excited before so I was very wet, and he'd been pretty slick from my oral skills so the pain went away quite quickly. It didn't stop me making rather a lot of noise though as his every stroke pushed me forward and quite literally took my breath away. I could feel every inch of him as he drove into me and I was starting to be carried away, then I thought of what he could see and whether he was still taking pictures of me.
I looked around and sure enough, he had his mobile phone out. "You bastard!" I exclaimed, in between gasps as he kept pounding away. "I think you've had quite enough fun." That was when he smacked me.
"Don't call me that you little slut!" He said and slapped my bum again.
If I thought I was embarrassed before, I blushed to my roots now. I was right back to being a naughty schoolgirl caught with sweets in the back row of the class. I mean, I know the teachers weren't supposed to, but they did and woe betide you if you told. I guess it was like that now - woe betide me if I told, and I was being admonished - well, punished really, for daring to stand up to my abuser. Except, you know the funny thing? Even back in schooldays, I didn't mind the punishment so much. And now, with a cock sliding in and out of me, I was positively enjoying it. The sensations I was feeling in my pussy were very strongly heightened by the sharp, stinging pain I had just had on my bum and I found that I was feeling wetter and hotter and oh, so tantalisingly close to orgasm. Dare I ask him to spank me again? Or should I just provoke him into it?
"Don't you dare do that to me again. I spent a lot of time getting myself ready today and I'm not having it spoiled by a bully like you." I tried to sound as angry as I could, but with the gasps coming faster and me pushing back on him as much as he was thrusting into me, I'm rather afraid my voice and body gave me away. But it had the desired effect and I felt his hand hit me hard on the other cheek. "Ow!" I shrieked - I was so close now. Both his hands were on my bum now and he was driving into me slowly and deeply, his tummy pushing into me as he bottomed out. He felt as though he'd keep going unless I did something about it. Maybe he'd stop if I did cum? I used my free hand to cup my breast and squeeze my nipple - as hard as I could. There! That was it. If I could pinch myself and time it so that my rhythm matched his, I knew I'd be reaching my peak.
I shuddered and shook as the simultaneous pain and pleasure wracked my body. My pussy clenched and I heard him groan behind me. "No, don't stop now! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Can't you tell I'm so close?" That's what I thought it but I couldn't possibly say it. I just wanted, no needed, that extra little nudge over the top.
Thankfully, he must have got the subliminal message and kept going, even a little bit faster now, and I was trying to grip him as much as I could - thank you for all those pelvic floor exercises - and I collapsed down onto the sofa as I cried out loud and finally quivered my last. I couldn't admit it but that was so good. I mean, sex is good anyway, but this was different somehow, being made to do something illicit. Being forced to behaving like an animal, with no emotions and responding only to the most physical of stimuli. He stayed in me while I lay there still, catching my breath.
It wasn't that he was bigger than J..., and he certainly wasn't better. And god knows, I didn't want to be rogered like this every day of the week. But to be dominated like this and to be shamed into doing things in a way I really hadn't experienced before was so thrilling. The sheer power of the man and the way he didn't take my feelings into account at all; I shudder now as I think about it. J... and I might have talked about domination and submission, but this was the real thing and I loved it - almost as much as I hated it and hated myself for loving what had just happened.
I knew he hadn't cum and wondered if I'd got away with it, if that was the last throw of the dice and if I'd expunged my promises. He pulled out and I turned to look at him, my bum still glowing from his spanking, my pussy still swollen from his pumping against me, leaking my own love juices as they trickled down my thighs and my clit and nipples still tingling from the excitement. I saw out of the corner of my eye my beautiful lacy lingerie cast aside and thought of what I'd planned to be doing later. I put my hands to my poor bruised ass and rubbed my cheeks, knowing full well that he'd see everything I had to show as I spread my cheeks. I looked him in the eyes.