Abuse: The Complete Trilogy

by Nikki Sex

  She loves it.

  I love that she loves my cock, and she adores pleasing me.

  Inside of her, my dick jerks and pulses. We both moan, tormented with erotic sensation.

  Slowly, surely, I begin to move in and out of her mouth. I grip her braid tightly to help keep her head still. I know what she wants, so I fuck her pretty face exactly the way she loves best.

  Her breasts heave with the force of her breathing. She makes wild, wonderful sounds of arousal, but she doesn’t suck, lick or move an inch.

  I told her not to.

  I feel so damn high when she obeys me. Nothing compares to it.

  I watch us in the mirror as I continue to ease in and out of her, but it’s hard to concentrate. It feels too good!

  Instinctively, I pick up my pace, thrusting more urgently. I long to find release inside her sweet mouth and lips. She’s prepared for me when I drive in deep, right up to my balls.

  “Oh, yeah, darlin’ look at it. Christ, I love seeing my cock buried inside of you.”

  Her pupils are dilated, dark with lust. When she swallows, I nearly climax from the unbelievable sensation of it.

  Shit.

  Renata moans constantly now, while her thighs clench and her fingers glisten. She rapidly strums and circles her clit, often thrusting a finger or two into her soaking wet heat. Vibrations from the sounds she makes move in sensual waves, down my dick to my balls, hips and thighs. My body is coiled tight, every muscle taut.

  The mirrors are even hotter than I expected. I’m ready to explode.

  I force myself to maintain a steady rhythm—if I go any faster, I’ll come. Following my demands, she doesn’t suck, though I can tell she wants to. Instead, she remains my willing, pliable doll, allowing me to fuck her mouth as I please.

  I twist her braid and give a savage tug—she loves having her hair pulled. My cock pulses, I feel a burst of pre-cum. I’m on the edge of climax.

  Dammit.

  “You do it now,” I order with a gasp and immediately stop thrusting. “Keep one hand working between those legs of yours, use the other on me.”

  Her eyes, half-mast with bliss, open wide—but she hesitates too long.

  “Suck it,” I order her, urgent with lust.

  Whimpering with need, she responds to my demand. Apparently, she was poised, just waiting for that command to begin working me in earnest.

  A zing of excruciating pleasure rolls through me as I feel the first sensual tug of suction. Her clever tongue flicks and caresses the sensitive ridge of my aching shaft. It’s ecstasy.

  “Yes, good, now lick it—you know what to do. You know exactly how to get something out of my cock. You want my cum, don’t you?”

  “Mmm,” she hums.

  I groan. “Yes, that’s it.” My voice is deep, roughened by lust. I need release!

  Using fingers, lips, mouth and tongue, Renata sucks, licks and rubs me with her slick, saliva drenched hand. All the while she frantically jacks herself off. Her ass and tits bob up and down, in time with her bobbing head as she fucks me with her mouth.

  We both stare at the mirror, unable to look away.

  Watching her worship my cock with such passion, the sight of her perfect breasts, the feel of her heated mouth and the image of her dripping sex and tight asshole—such perfection makes my body thrum to a peak of erotic overload.

  Every hole she has is needy, open and craving my cock.

  Such white-hot rapture is all too much. “I’m gonna come,” I shout.

  My hips buck forward as I shoot my load down her throat.

  Panting, I loudly grunt with each spurt as I climax. My fingers on her jaw and throat, I feel her swallowing. It seems as if my release goes on forever. I’m giving her so much!

  Knowing she’s greedily swallowing my cum keeps my cock jetting until there’s nothing left inside of me. I’m empty, but I don’t want to stop. I want to give her more.

  I want her to have all of me.

  For a long while I stand there panting, my spent cock still twitching and pulsing inside of her mouth. Her hand remains gently holding the base of my shaft. I feel her tongue, lightly licking—fondling me lovingly.

  Her eyes are no longer focused on the mirror. Renata reverently looks up through her lashes at my face. My cock remains semi-stiff inside of her, nestled inside her beautiful mouth.

  Seeing her lips wrapped around me, watching her regard me with such adoration? It makes my chest tighten and my heart pound. What is this I feel? Lust, triumph and elation, yes, but this is so much more.

  In this moment, I experience profound clarity. With Renata, I have something I’ve never truly known.

  Connection. Affection, but most of all, love.

  I pull out of her mouth, fall to my knees, wrap my arms around her and capture her mouth in mine. But we’re both too breathless to kiss for long. Hugging her tightly instead, I pull away to stroke her back, peppering her with light kisses along her face, throat and neck.

  I’m so happy.

  My past means nothing to me, now.

  Even with all the shit that happened in my childhood, I honestly don’t care. No, it isn’t that I don’t care.

  I’m humbled.

  I’m grateful.

  I understand the important things of life. I’ve learned to forgive and I’ve learned to love.

  It's as if the ruddy gray lenses of pain and rage, clouding my vision and guarding my heart for so long have crumbled and fallen away. I'm left seeing things clearly for the first time. There's so much love in me, there's no room for resentment.

  I can probably even figure out how to get along with my sister and my mother; a woman I’ve blamed, resented and disliked all of my life.

  I feel more alive than ever before. Renata brings me to life.

  “You’re perfect,” I say, in utter awe.

  She tilts her head, her eyes searching my face. I can see her mind working. She wonders if I mean she gives perfect head? But no, I can tell the moment she understands exactly what I mean.

  Her expression changes as comprehension shines in her blue eyes. She knows. She always seems to know. Renata senses the joy of this moment for me.

  “You’re perfect, too,” she whispers. “Perfect for me.”

  Intoxicated and elated, we stare at one other for a long moment, drinking each other in.

  I frown as something dawns on me. “You didn’t come?”

  “Close, but no.”

  “Poor baby. I’m gonna fix that right now.”

  I stand up, take her by the hand and pull her to her feet. Then I sit down on our bed, right in front of the mirror. Making sure the butt plug, lube and a hand towel are all within reach, I raise my eyebrows suggestively and pat my thigh.

  “Time for your spanking, birthday girl,” I say with a happy smirk. “Come here, sexy. I want to see you bent over my lap. Twenty-three years old, huh? I bet I can make you climax at least three times.”

  Chapter 70.

  “It is absurd to pretend that one cannot love the same woman always, as to pretend that a good artist needs several violins to execute a piece of music.”

  ― Honoré de Balzac

  ~~~

  Grant Wilkinson

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  “Seven, eight, nine,” I count, grinning so broadly my facial scars pull, but that can't lessen my delight.

  I watch her responses to my erotic punishment and enjoy every minute. Hell, I'm too happy for anything to knock me off of this cloud.

  Once again, Renata’s body is spread across my lap. Once again, she’s curled around my legs, her face pressed against my calf muscle. No longer simply a participant, this time she’ll have a front row seat to view the action, thanks to her new floor-to-ceiling mirror.

  I have the delight of watching her face contort, ravaged by pleasure, or perhaps sometimes with pain.

  My palm continues to descend on her bare buttocks. I love the smooth, velvety texture of her skin. Her flesh is pink—it
radiates heat. These slaps sting for sure, but she’s not in pain. From her gasps, moans, and thrusting pelvic movements that rub her erect clit against my thigh, she’s getting off on this spanking.

  I’m into it, too.

  There’s an inexplicable line between pain and pleasure. ‘Hurts so good,’ seems to be more than just lyrics from a song.

  I spank her lightly, covering every part of her bottom. The idea is to provide a sensation of sensual warming, but my palm is beginning to hurt. Hot as hell, it tingles. I imagine she feels the same on her sensitive butt cheeks. If she wants me to hit her harder, she’ll have to ask for it. So far, this seems to be enough.

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  “Ten, eleven, twelve.”

  My heart drums as anticipation builds. Between each set of three spanks, I’ve been stroking her back and buttocks, tracing her smoking hot handprints. My palm gently circles and caresses, massaging her everywhere, including her hips and thighs.

  I love having her across my lap where I can play with her tempting ass. I love marking her pretty white flesh hot and pink, but most of all, I adore watching her come.

  “Please, Grant. Please,” she pleads.

  Renata’s already had one orgasm since I started giving her these spankings. Right now she’s working up to a second one.

  “Please what?” I drawl in a low voice. “What do you want, birthday girl?”

  “I need to come,” she gasps.

  I laugh. My erect shaft is so hard, I could probably thrust through a plasterboard wall—not that I’d want to!

  “Keep your eyes open and on the mirror, then. You know I like to watch you come.”

  Our gazes lock as her body trembles, but she obeys instantly. There’s need, shameless animal lust and longing in her expression. Her blue, blue eyes are dark with desire, pleading for relief. Yet behind it all is her deep-seated yearning to please me.

  My heart jumps into my throat whenever I see how deeply she craves my touch. She’s a slave to her love for me, but I’m her slave, too.

  I need her.

  With my left hand pressing against her buttocks, I push two thick fingers between her legs, into her soaking heat. Renata gasps, a delicious sound of shock and pleasure. Circling her clit, I stroke and tap her tight bundle of nerves with my thumb.

  A deep moan tears from her throat.

  I immediately stop teasing her when her channel contracts, squeezing me hard. Strain registers on her face. Her heavy lids flutter briefly, yet she valiantly keeps her eyes open and on me.

  “You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” Her voice is a desperate sigh of need.

  “Want me to spank you as you come?”

  “God, yes.”

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  “Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen—come, now.” I demand.

  The flat of my hand hits her round buttocks hard, the impact ripples across her flesh. Simultaneously, inside her cunt, I curl my fingers toward her mound, pressing against her G spot—while rapidly flicking her clit.

  I stare at the reflection of her face in the mirror, prepared to enjoy the explosion. This will be a big one.

  Renata’s face twists, she looks as if she’s in pain. Her eyes grow wide as she screams my name. Shudders wrack her slim frame as she bucks, shakes and trembles uncontrollably.

  I continue to finger fuck her through her orgasm with slow, easy strokes, while her tremors subside.

  Gently withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to my lips, breathing in the delicious scent of her arousal. I relish her flavor as I put my fingers in my mouth, licking her slick essence off with my tongue.

  The taste of her womanly musk only heightens my desire.

  I rub her beautiful buttocks with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide apart in order to admire the tight rosebud entry point of her anus. I’ll be balls deep inside her ass very soon.

  If she hadn’t sucked me off at the beginning of this game, I would’ve climaxed the moment she did.

  Smart girl, she knows me so well. That’s probably why she did it.

  Lightly rubbing the red hand prints I’ve given her, while speaking soothing words of praise, I softly stroke her beautiful, feminine body. Her eyes remain shut as she trembles from time to time with aftershocks.

  I continue petting and soothing, while waiting for her to come out of her sensual daze. After that powerful climax, she needs time to recover.

  My fantasies make me feel like a sick fuck, but to hell with it. I still want to do them, and Renata says she wants it, too. She claims ass play is a common human activity for adults and there’s nothing wrong with it. She considers it normal—whatever normal is. This kind of thing has apparently been going on forever.

  I haven’t told her my exact fantasy however. It’s difficult to talk about, so I decide to leave it as a surprise.

  What the hell is it that draws me to her dark, forbidden hole?

  She’s barely conscious right now, so overwhelmed by her last orgasm. If I go ahead with my nasty craving, maybe she’ll barely notice?

  Yeah, right.

  I want this badly. Images of my dirty, kinky fantasy fill my mind. I expel a deep breath, then do the terrible thing I’ve been longing to do since almost the first time I met her.

  Using both hands, I grip each of her soft butt cheeks. I pull them apart, spreading her wide open, exposing the tender flesh inside. There’s the place that attracts me so strongly, that makes my mouth water and my cock pulse and ache.

  Dirty. Illicit. Wrong.

  That tiny puckered ring is where my fascination lies.

  With my tongue and lips, I kiss and lick the area. I focus my attention on circling around her rear entry and along her crack, never quite touching her there.

  What's she thinking? What'll she do?

  I hold her hips and butt cheeks firmly in place, so she can’t move away. Watching her in the mirror, my mouth comes closer and closer. Her eyes are still shut. Good.

  I finally break down and fulfill a long standing fantasy—sick and nasty fuck that I am. I lick the inviting ring of her rear entry point of her anus, then push my tongue right down deep into her dark, tight hole.

  It's so damn hot.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, absorbing the smooth, tight feel of it, the sensation of my nose and face between her ass cheeks… everything. A low, guttural moan tears from my throat. I pull back with alarm and shame.

  “Oh, oh, oh, Grant,” she gasps. Renata’s wide-eyed with surprise and delight—at least I hope it’s delight.

  I desperately attempt to reign in my heavy breathing, arousal, fear of offending her and disgust over my own urges and actions. God, it's better than I imagined.

  Of all the things in this world, why this? Am I fucking demented?

  Anxiously, I clear my throat. “Do you like that?” I ask, my voice low, husky and tentative with apprehension.

  “Fuck, yes,” she says breathlessly.

  “Really?”

  Her eyes meet mine in the reflection from the mirror. “It’s the hottest thing ever. I’m pretty sure your tongue touched every single nerve ending I have back there. I loved it,” she assures me.

  I sigh in relief, lust and joy—all rolled into one. “I…” Pausing, I shut my eyes briefly and lick my lips. I search for the words to say… finally find some.

  “For me, it’s a huge turn on.”

  “Is licking my ass something you’ve always wanted to do?”

  “Yes,” I admit, averting my gaze, unable to banish the guilt I feel for such a nasty desire.

  Peripherally, I see Renata's reflection in the mirror. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. An icy stab of fear runs through me and I freeze, not even able to breathe. Why is she reacting like that? Is this the censure I’ve always feared?

  I shouldn't have done it. Do I disgust her now? Is she repulsed?

  Taking a slow, deep breath, she opens her eyes and smiles at my reflection. “We are so damn sexual
ly compatible,” she says with a happy sigh. “I love you playing with my ass. Mmm, go for it, sweetheart. You letting go and finally doing everything you’ve always wanted? That is my greatest birthday wish.”

  “Honestly?” I ask, letting eager hope ring in my voice.

  She’s not disgusted. She likes it!

  “Absolutely! Lick me, spank me then take me in the ass. I want it all. Go for it, big guy.”

  I laugh as the last of my inhibitions disappear.

  I should’ve known. The woman is so earthy and wanton. Now, I can really get busy. I spread her fleshy mounds further apart, bury my face into her delicious crease and go to town, doing what I've desired for so long.

  Lick, lick, lick, pause, lick, lick, lick. I’m humming my pleasure, greedily imagining what it will feel like when my cock replaces my tongue. I take my time probing and tongue fucking in and out of her tight opening.

  “I’ll never get enough of your sweet ass,” I say gruffly.

  “Yes, yes,” she murmurs in a soft sigh.

  Burying my face between her butt cheeks is smoking hot, but it seems so dirty and depraved. Blood pounds through my veins as I imagine what else I plan to do with her.

  Why do I like this so much? Damned if I know.

  Her shouts, hungry moans and whimpering sighs egg me on. Renata squirms and bucks, unable to hold still, but always pressing her ass closer. Her wild sounds of arousal makes me let go.

  She loves it.

  By wetting and tonguing her, I feel as though I’m preparing her ass for my cock—my other long term fantasy. I’m getting her ready, focused on opening her up for my thick, aching shaft. Making her as hungry to be fucked in the ass, as I am to fuck her there.

  This seems exactly the best way to do it.

  What will her tight hole feel like, when it’s snugly wrapped around my dick? Entranced with possibilities, I moisten my index finger and run it along her tight rim. Carefully inserting it, I pull and lengthen the taut ring of muscle.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, thrusting her backside up toward my hand, wanting what I’m giving her. Needing more.

  "Do you like my finger in your ass, darlin’?"

  “Hell, yes!”