by Jade West
He tugged the fabric over my head and pulled my little bra cups down, and then his mouth followed. I moaned as he sucked on my breast. He sucked me so hard my nipple throbbed in his mouth and I wanted it. It made me squirm.
“Please…” I breathed. “Mark… oh, God, please…”
He stared up at me, and I could hardly meet his gaze, he was so intense.
“Your sweet little tits drive me insane, Helen. They are too perfect, too tempting, too fucking nice.”
He sucked the other into his mouth to illustrate his point.
He unzipped my jeans and slid them down, my panties with them. I stepped out of the heap of denim, and his mouth was straight between my legs, his tongue digging for my clit. I took his hair in my hands, and spread wider for him. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips, and he let out a groan before he ran his tongue over the little bud.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said as he got to his feet. He took my hand and guided me to the table, and then he guided me onto it, my ass hanging just over the edge enough to expose all of me. “Lift your arms above your head.”
I did what he asked without question and heard a jangle of chain before the metal of the handcuffs clipped around my wrists. He pulled my arms tight and fixed them, stretched above my head so high I could feel the grip of the metal.
He tied rope around my ankles, and hooked them around the table legs, and then he fastened them, tight and wide.
I was trapped. My body taut and exposed and open to him. I felt alive, and exhilarated, and desperate all at once.
“Relax, Helen. This is going to take a while.” I heard a plug switch and then there was buzzing. I moaned the second he pressed the wand to my clit, and he smiled. “You look amazing like this.”
I felt amazing like that.
The buzz of the wand sent my clit into squirms and flutters that were outside of my control. His movements were slow and firm, grinding the hard tip of the massager against the softness of me. Back and forth, pressing it tight, rolling it around and around until I groaned and bucked and toppled over the edge.
The orgasm was quick and intense, and I breathed in little gasps as he gave me a moment to recover. I startled at the realisation it was literally just a moment.
“Again…” he said.
My body was jumpy and wired, but he pressed that wand against my throbbing clit and made me take it all over again. The sensations built up so quickly – from squirmy to needy to desperation.
“Beautiful,” he said.
“I can’t… It’s… It’s…”
“I know,” he said. “It’s intense…”
“I’m going…”
“Let it go, Helen,” he said. “Just let it go.”
I was noisy on the second orgasm and I couldn’t help it. It ripped through my senses like a firework, rattling and spluttering and hissing its way around my body until I was yanking at my chains and flailing against the rope. Nothing budged. Nothing moved.
He used his mouth next, and I was wet and squirmy and noisy for him. He pushed two fingers inside, and he moved them around until I groaned. And then there was more buzzing.
“Fuck…” I hissed. “Oh, fuck…”
“Again,” he said. “Take it, Helen.”
I gritted my teeth and bucked against the wand and showed him how much I wanted it.
“That’s my girl.”
My brain unravelled and bailed, and I was nothing but nerves and muscles and strain. And throbbing. My clit throbbed and tickled and buzzed until I cried out his name.
“Good girl…”
He turned it up and I lost my mind. I started panting, feral and crazy, and my hips were bucking as he brought me off again, only this time it shot through my entire body, a sizzling jolt of fire and ice and craziness. I thrashed my head from side to side as it subsided, and he turned his attention to my breasts. He flicked and squeezed and ground his fingers into my flesh, and all of it kept me on fire.
I let out a whimper as he turned up the wand again.
“Relax,” he said. “Let it happen.”
“It’s so sensitive…”
“You’re swollen like a juicy little peach.”
“Oh, fuck, Mark… I don’t think I can…”
“You can,” he said, and pressed those vibrations back against my tender clit.
This time he fucked me with his fingers at the same time, and I was delirious. He’d slow it down, so slowly it was almost torture, only to speed back up again until I squealed and squirmed and threatened to combust. He tormented me in the most blissful ways, using my own body against me until I couldn’t even think straight.
I was sweaty, and trembling and babbling a stream of incoherent mumblings when he brought me to the edge again.
“Come,” he said. “Come for me and call my name. What’s my name, Helen?”
“Mark…” I hissed. “Mark, sir…”
“That’s it.” He turned the speed up and it knocked my breath. “What’s my name, Helen?”
“Mark! Mark, sir! Please, sir, fuck, Oh, fuck…”
“Scream for me Helen…”
I’d been reserved my whole life, hardly any dramatics, hardly any need to shout and scream and wail. It didn’t come naturally.
“Helen… I want to hear you…”
“I… I can’t…”
“Come on, Helen. Let it go…”
“Mark, please! Oh, fuck, sir, please, sir!”
He turned it up again and my clit throbbed and pounded.
“MARK, PLEASE! FUCK ME!”
“That’s my girl…”
“MORE, PLEASE! OH GOD MORE!”
The massager pressed tight to my swollen pussy, and it made me jerk like a fish, and when he sent me over the edge for the final time I had no reservations left. I screamed and bucked and thrashed in my restraints and called his name and begged him to stop and begged him to carry on, until I didn’t have any breath left.
And then I twitched. I twitched and spluttered as my body exploded.
He let me catch my breath before he turned off the wand, and ever so tenderly he pressed his mouth to my lips.
“Good girl.”
He uncuffed me, but I was too jittery to move. My legs shook and my hands felt tingly, and my skin was sheened with sweet.
“I can’t get up,” I said, but I was smiling.
His breath was warm on my ear. “What on earth makes you think I want you to?”
***
Mark
Helen’s body shuddered divinely – clammy with sweat and excitement. Her limbs were floppy and malleable, and she rolled easily onto her front as I manoeuvred her.
I smoothed her damp hair into a ponytail.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes…”
I ran my fingers down her spine, and she released a delightful moan as I spread her ass cheeks. She squirmed at the exposure, and my eyes were greedy for her most private beauty. She shot me a glance over her shoulder with hooded eyes.
“Will it really hurt?”
“Most likely, a little.” I ran my thumb over her little pink asshole and it twitched. “But I’ll make it feel good, Helen. Really good.”
She nodded again. “Thank you, Mark… sir…”
I took out some lube and dribbled it along her ass crack, and she tensed. “Relax,” I said. “Easy does it.” I circled my thumb in the wetness, and pushed it inside in one slippery thrust. She gasped and tightened around me, so perfectly tight.
“That feels… dirty…” she whispered.
I teased back and forth, enjoying the sight as she loosened up.
“You’ll enjoy this, Helen. Trust me.”
Her hair rippled as she looked back at me. “I do trust you.”
I smiled as I lubed up the anal beads. “Take them for me…” I pushed them in slowly, one by one, and her ass swallowed them beautifully. “You’re such a good girl, Helen… my perfect girl.”
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nbsp; She moaned as I slowly pulled them out.
“Mark, that feels… that feels like… oh, God…”
“Don’t think,” I said. “Just relax and focus on the sensations.”
I slipped them back in, a slow rhythm of push and pull, and she groaned and gasped as I filled her up.
I loved the way her tight little ass resisted before sucking them in. I loved the sight of them coming out of her. I loved all of it, and my cock pulsed at the thought of being buried inside her.
She whimpered at the bigger beads, but didn’t protest. Her breath was fast and shallow, but she remained loose-limbed and receptive. And eager.
She was so eager.
“That’s… intense…”
“It’s beautiful, Helen.” I pulled the beads away quickly in one sharp pull and she yelped and tensed and shuddered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“Nice?”
“Oh, God…”
I placed the beads to one side and lubed up two fingers as she watched over her shoulder with wide and glistening eyes. I touched them to her asshole and her head dropped as I twisted them into her and she groaned and squelched and ate them up.
“Mark… oh… oh fuck…” She shuddered again, her perfect little hole clenching tight.
“That’s great, Helen. You’re doing so well.”
I took my time to loosen her, so much delicious time, tickling my fingers down her folds to her clit with my other hand as I worked her ass. Her squirms were magical, her murmurs a wonderful babble of inexperience.
More lube and I pushed her to three. She cried out, and her body came alive, muscles tense and tight. I finger-fucked her back and forth until I was knuckle deep.
Her moans became urgent and primitive, pushing back at me as her asshole sucked at my fingers.
“How does it feel, Helen?”
She moaned and pushed on to me. “Hot… it feels so hot, burning… but nice.”
“It gets better,” I said, pushed my fingers into her as far as they would go and slowly twisted them from side to side.
“Oh, God… oh, God…”
“Helen?”
“I… I think I need the toilet.”
“You don’t, Helen, it’s just my fingers.”
“I feel… so full.”
“I know, just go with it, focus on those sensations, the tickle and the burn, and ride it Helen, use it for your pleasure.” I picked up the pace and she tightened and mewled and squelched… the most delightful sounds. I yanked my fingers away and she was panting ragged little breaths.
“You like that, Helen?”
“Fuck yes I like it…” she breathed. “Oh God, Mark… I really fucking like it…”
My cock twitched at her dirty mouth. “So do I, Helen… So do I.” I placed my thumb to her hole and pressed it into her and she hitched her ass against it. She was hot and wet and loose and she was loving it. “Imagine,” I said, “imagine what it will feel like when I sink my cock into you, Helen.” She moaned and writhed against my thumb. “All the way, Helen. Can I tell you what I want?”
“Yes,” she breathed, “tell me.”
“I want to fuck your ass so hard and so fast.”
“Yes!”
“So hard and fast that you’ll feel as if you’re turning inside out.”
“Yes… oh yes…”
“And you will ride that pleasure, Helen, ride it until you are screaming for more, lost in the high…”
“Fuck yes!”
“Tell me you want it!”
“I want it…” she said. “I want you inside me. Hard and fast. I want to ride it, feel it… feel it all.” Christ, my cock was so hard. “You think you’re ready?”
“I… I don’t know… I want to be ready… I want to feel you…”
I took my thumb from her, and unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my jeans. I positioned myself between her legs and hitched her to me. She groaned as I pushed my cock against the tight ring of her, and her ass splayed just a little to let me in.
“Ow… fuck…”
“Relax.”
“It’s big…”
“I’ll go nice and slow. Take it in, Helen. I promise you will soon get past the hurt.”
She nodded, grasped the edges of the table, tensed up.
I placed my hands on her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and nudged inside a little further.
“Ow, ow…”
“Relax onto it, Helen. Just a little bit more and the hurt will pass.”
I pushed in slowly, breath by breath, stopping every time she whimpered until the pleasure broke me. I flattened myself against her back, pinning her with the weight of me, and she liked that. Her murmurs were all pleasure as I hooked her arms with mine and held her steady.
My cheek pressed to hers and hers was clammy.
“Fuck,” she said.
“Is that nice?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “So fucking nice.”
“You have a beautiful ass, Helen. So fucking tight. Clench me.”
“What?”
“Squeeze my cock, Helen. I want to feel your muscles squeezing my cock.”
There was hesitation as I pinned her there, but then she squeezed and Christ it was everything I could do not to come right there and she giggled when I moaned and tensed and gripped her hips.
“God, Helen…” I was going to ask her to do it again but she didn’t need asking. She clenched and squeezed and my cock was straining. “Jesus!”
She giggled again.
“You think this is funny, Helen Palmer?”
She squeezed me again and pushed onto me and the tightness gave a little. I was inside, past the muscle, gripped tight by my sweet little angel.
“Not funny,” she hissed, “just fucking dirty… sir. It feels like… it feels like I’m… you know.”
I knew what she meant. “Do it again,” I said, “push me out.”
No hesitation. She strained against me and tightened and I allowed her to push my cock all the way out.
“Fuck!” she cried out. “Yes… oh God yes.”
“You’re a dirty girl, Helen Palmer.”
She looked back at me, eyes dark, hooded, a salacious grin on her face. “I’m your dirty girl, sir. Fuck me!”
“My pleasure, Helen. My fucking pleasure.”
She cried out as I pushed in deep, and she was so tight that I nearly shot my load in one thrust. I swore under my breath, and her tender squirming only exasperated the situation. I was twitchy inside her, my balls hot and tight and ready to fucking explode.
I moved my hips so gently, delicate thrusts in and out until she was panting.
“Fuck… oh, Mark… fuck…”
“Does it feel good?”
She moaned and nodded her head. “So fucking good…”
“That’s my girl.” I thrust steadily, inching in and out. “I’m going to come in your tight little ass, Helen. I’m going to shoot my load so fucking deep.”
“Harder…” she hissed. “I want it harder, like you said, hard and fast…”
She cried out as I lost my restraint, whimpering as I fucked her deep, but it didn’t take long for the pain to morph into something so much better. Her hands flew out and grabbed the edge of the table and she mewled and whimpered and her body rippled as I slammed into her.
I slammed and thrust until my skin made wet slapping noises against hers and still she cried out for more. It was bliss, a perfect meeting of flesh, and I grunted and growled and pinned her hard.
“I’m on the fucking edge,” I yelled. “Right on the fucking edge.”
She yelped and shuddered and cried out with every thrust and her ass sucked at me, pulled at me, drew me all the way in and out in perfect harmony… “Fuck, Helen… Fuck.” And I was gone, pounding her deep as I exploded inside her. She took it all, took all of me.
I shivered the most glorious shiver as I came down, my cock spasming inside. My heavy breathing matched hers, calming in sync as my co
ck slipped away from her.
I touched my forehead to her back, held her, kissed her damp skin.
“So,” I said. “What do you think?”
Her ass shimmied under me, a soft giggle teased my senses.
“I think I’m a dirty girl, Mr Roberts, sir.”
Helen
Mr Roberts taught me dirty.
He taught my ass to take his cock, and my mouth to open wide for him. He taught my clit how to come for him, over and over again. He taught me where my g-spot is, and how much I enjoy his weight crushing mine.
He taught me the sensation of metal cuffs on skin. The blissful pain of wax, and teeth, and swollen tender flesh.
He taught me to display my naked body with pride.
He taught me how wonderful it feels to be kissed from head to toe and back again.
He taught me the pleasure of tangled limbs and slow, deep sex in the mornings.
He taught me how to scream, and how to call his name like it’s the only word in creation.
Mr Roberts taught me so much dirty, and I loved every single lesson.
But he also taught me so much more.
Mr Roberts taught me how to make croissants from scratch for breakfast.
He taught me to mimic the hoot of an owl with hollow palms and quick breaths.
He taught me how to prepare an open fire so that it lit quickly and lasted forever. Taught me winter shrubs in the garden. Taught me how good it feels to walk barefoot on frosty grass in the morning sun with his warm hand in mine.
He taught me to slow dance to cheesy old songs.
He taught me how to stretch the perfect canvas.
He taught me that the greatest companionship can be found in comfortable silence… or just the simplest of touches.
He taught me that the mundane little things in life can really be the most magical of all.
He taught me how to love completely, and how it feels to be loved completely.
And I loved him that much.
I loved him so much.
Oh God, I loved him with every single part of me.
It broke my heart in the most beautiful way to leave him on Christmas morning.
***
I’d promised my parents that I’d be home on Christmas Day. And then I’d promised them I’d be home in time to open my presents with Katie at stupid o’clock in the morning.
