by Nicola Diaz
He positions himself between my legs, and he goes onto my asshole with his mouth. He sucks hard, so hard that I imagine that he is sucking out the remainder of his seed from me. Then Logan licks my asshole, aggressively, and then drives his tongue inside my tight hole. He fucks me with his thick long tongue, almost angrily. He holds me under my hips, his fingers almost touching my pussy as he lifts my ass towards his mouth. Deeper and deeper his tongue goes, harder and harder too. Then he finds my pussy with his tongue, and licks the surface of my cunt with exceptional care.
Logan digs his tongue into my pussy now, from underneath. I don’t know how he is managing it, but he is doing an excellent job on my pussy. He sucks on my clit, and then drives his tongue into my cunt. Then he licks the surface of my pussy again, before nibbling on my clit. He brings me to a mild orgasm with nothing but his mouth, and then he seems to drink the product of this orgasm directly from my snatch. I have no control over the amount of liquid that I am squirting into his mouth either.
I come up to a diagonal again, and I think for a moment that he is going to release me from this device. He has no intention of doing this though, and he just feeds me three and then four of his fingers. My pussy aches, but there is of course no escape from this invasion. I wonder what time it is, wonder how much time has passed, but there is just no way for me to know this. I wish that he would just take the blindfold off now, so that I can see him, look into his eyes, and see the look of satisfaction on his face.
Suddenly he parts his fingers in my cunt, stretching it in every direction. He seems to be creating space for something inside me, but I don’t know what for. Then he pulls his fingers out of my pussy completely, very quickly again inserting for right back in there. Then he suddenly eases his thumb into me too, introducing it to the party. All five fingers inside me now, near the entrance, start to creep further up my pussy. I don’t think that it is possible for his whole hand to fit inside me, but I am about to be proved very wrong.
When he clenches his fist inside me I cannot breathe. I almost choke on the whole hand inside me now, and he almost laughs. He reaches behind me and creeps towards my asshole with his fingers. Shit, he is tall enough to insert his other fist inside my asshole, and that is exactly what he seems determined to do. He starts to pivot his fist inside my pussy, while inserting two, and then three fingers inside me asshole. His fingers are long, they are lanky, and they enter me with relative ease.
He starts to try for four. This is going to be a struggle. He is determined though, and soon enough his fourth finger is joining the fingers already inside my asshole. I try very hard not to move, feeling almost like my pussy is about to break apart. I focus instead on what is happening in my ass, and as the fifth finger creeps into the space, my ass feels like it is at risk of tearing. There is nothing that I can do but to trust the elasticity of this body part though.
Logan gets all his fingers into my asshole, and he pauses. Then he clenches this fist too, and threatens to pull his hand out of my extremely small asshole. He goes into me again, and it feels like he wants his hands to meet somewhere inside me. He pushes harder and harder, really going for the connection. I cannot think, I cannot breathe, I cannot do anything. I cannot even move my cunt out of the way, because then I am feeding the fist in my ass the fullness of my hole. My ass is no safer, trying to save it meaning that my cunt is fed to the fist inside it.
He fists both by holes, slowly, agonizingly so, but there is just no other way for him to do it. It seems that he is moving his hands inside my by millimeters, this way, and then that. The saliva flows out of my mouth now in a long steady stream, with me trying hard to breathe. It is hard to concentrate on anything now, to focus on anything except what is happening to me. He parts his fingers, and then brings them back together, again forming a fist, again fucking me slowly.
I finally settle into this fisting. I am not sure if it is because I am suddenly relaxed, or if it is just because I am too tired to resist any longer. It could just be that my asshole and my cunt have finally adjusted to the stretch. Whatever it is the hand moving inside my pussy and the one in my ass start at last to feel fucking amazing. Never before has he fisted me, and I have never even thought about this as an option. But now I definitely make a mental note to add it to our lovemaking repertoire.
When he starts to exit my ass I am reminded that his whole hand is in there. Yes, he is pulling out of me slowly, but the stretch is still incredible. Five, four, three, two, one, he exits me, and I am relieved. Then he creeps into my asshole with just two fingers, and finger-fucks my ass with just these two fingers as he slowly starts to move his fingers, one at a time, out of my cunt. He replaces the five with just two in my pussy too and works me towards climax.
I start to see my orgasm approach, and I hope, I pray that he doesn’t stop this time. He digs deep into my cunt, digs deeper into my asshole, and brings me steadily towards climax. Just as I start to cream, he removes the fingers in my ass, and with just these two fingers, joins them to the fingers in my pussy. I cum hard, and I squirt almost like I am pissing. Maybe I am, maybe not. But the orgasm is so intense that I don’t really care what is happening.
He stands up, and after removing the fingers in my pussy, replaces them with his cock. Another unbelievable erection is deep inside me, thrusting against my cunt walls, pushing everything that has just escaped my pussy right back in there. There is nothing left of my cunt, but he doesn’t seem to care. He just thrusts harder and harder inside me, willing himself to an orgasm. It takes forever for him to cum too, and I am not even focused on this now. I am too tired to speak, too tired to think, and definitely too tired to breathe. Breathing is just an involuntary action now, one that I appreciate.
Logan really has massive amounts of energy, obvious in the way he is still obliterating my tender punani after an hour. I cannot believe this, but he is digging deeper and deeper into me, fucking me so hard that again I am lifted further off the ground with nothing but his love-scepter. I feel like I am standing on marshmallows. I feel like I am being invaded by a barge-pole. I never thought that Logan had a big dick before, not by most standards, but what is inside me now is more than a little excessive.
The sweat drips off me now, like I have just come out of the shower. He fucks me steadily for another ten minutes before he cums. Then he puts his fingers in my mouth, his cock still inside me. After a moment he pulls the fingers in my mouth out, and removes the blindfold at last. I look at him, sheer disbelief on my face. I look around the room, a hotel room, not one that I have been in before. I look at the contraption that I am in, and I wonder how the fuck he managed to get it in here without raising more than a couple of eyebrows.
Chapter 5
What on earth has just happened here? I cannot believe it, and I cannot even think that I will be marrying this man in a few hours. The sun has started to come up outside. I know this because I can see it creeping through the slits in the curtain. We have been going for more that twelve hours now, and I cannot believe it. Logan has shown me a side of him that I never ever knew existed. He has revealed in me a side that I had no idea was there.
Logan comes up behind me, and I don’t even try to look back at him anymore. There is no need for me to try and see him, knowing that whatever he is going to do to me will bring me incredible pleasure. I no longer even feel the pain though, strangely enough, as he brings the whip down on my legs again. I feel almost like I am lying on a bed now, forgetting almost completely that I am still suspended about three feet off the ground. I don’t know where Logan gets all this energy from, but he obviously still has a lot of it, because he is shoving his cock into my ass again, putting it all the way in, and pulling it all the way out, repeatedly.
A lot of things are going through my mind now, but then he is fucking my ass furiously, bringing the whip down on my back before wrapping the tassels around my neck and pulling me back hard. I can’t breathe, and I feel like I could pass out at any moment. But I am very aware of
his thickness in my ass, so that I know that there is no way that I am going to pass out at all. I close my eyes as he thrusts deeper into me, and I cannot even clench my ass-muscles anymore, from sheer exhaustion.
He doesn’t cum now, and I don’t expect him too. Logan pulls his cock from my ass now and thrusts it directly into my pussy again. He fills me up completely all over again, and I feel like it is the first time. His cock goes so deep into me that I gasp now, not sure if I want him deeper inside me or if I want him to pull out a little and just let me breathe. He has no intention of letting up though, and as he drives his hardness into my now quivering pussy over and over again he brings the whip down on my back with every single thrust. I am suddenly relieved that my dress has a full back.
The whip is again wrapped around my neck, again restricting my airway, and I cannot get any oxygen to my lungs. I know that I cannot fight him, I don’t want to anymore. There are moments that I think that he might kill me, moments where I think that he might actually hurt me, unwillingly, and again I panic. But then the tassels loosen somewhat and I can breathe again, focusing again on the rod that is impaling me deeper and deeper inside my cunt.
I start to think that I might have another orgasm, but I don’t. He pulls his cock from me just before I do though, and I almost hate him for it. I beg for him to fuck me, beg him to bring me to another climax. But he just comes up in front of me now, looks at me in my face, holding my face so that my eyes look at his directly. He seems to be searching for something, something that he finds, because he smiles. I realize that he has seen my complete surrender to him now, and he is happy. He has broken me, in one night, and I am totally at his mercy now.
He puts his lips on mine, and he bites my lip. I almost taste the blood that isn’t there. Then he pulls my tongue from my mouth with his and he bites hard into it. I let him, not really having a choice. He spins the wheel on the side of the suspension device, and I am brought up to an upright position, although my feet are still about a feet off the floor. He looks at me up and down, and I know that he is admiring his acquisition. I know now why he insisted on an early evening wedding, knowing that this was his plan for our combined bachelor and bachelorette parties.
Logan sends for fingers into my pussy and uses his other hand to grab a hold of my throat. He squeezes hard and fingers me even harder. I look at the way that he is looking at me, the look of sudden power in his eyes. The paradigms of power have certainly shifted in our relationship, and I know that this is the tone of our sex-life going forward. He pulls his fingers from me completely again, just before I cum, and I cannot think about what is going on in my pussy anymore, not able to breath. Then, just in time, he releases my throat and sticks his tongue in my mouth.
I want to bite it, but I cannot. I just let him take my tongue into his mouth again, and feel his teeth on it. Then he spits into my mouth and sticks his tongue down my throat again. As he sticks his tongue deep into my mouth he sends his cock into my cunt again with one affirming thrust. He fucks my pussy hard and he fucks me raw. I don’t know if I am cumming, or pissing myself, or bleeding even. I just jerk upwards on each swift stroke and I lose myself into this almost rocking motion. He thrusts into me again and again, pulling himself away from me so that he can pinch my nipples hard with his thumb and forefinger.
This is far from over…and this has been the best night of my life. I relax into this at last, completely surrendering myself to every single one of Logan’s new and intriguing progresses…
THE END
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Sinful Submission
The pain was exquisite. The push and pull of emotions that both excited her, and kept her at bay were in a constant battle for control. Control. It drove her, and all of her fantasies. Even now, feeling the leather around her throat tighten she was at the mercy of the man above her. He was the one they called the Dark Horse. She tried her best to flex her arms but it was not to be. She was bound up tightly, restricting her movements and keeping her from doing anything more than breathe. She was property now, belonging to someone else.
She glanced up at him, the hooded mask covering his face. She knew he was excited by the games they were playing. It was apparent in the swelling she could see in his trousers. There was no doubt in her mind her face was flushed and pink, much like her ass that was bared for him to see, and use. Her body shuddered once more as he raked the frayed ends of a rope against her.
“You belong to me, nod if you understand.” She did so eagerly.
Her only release could be found in this moment. When she was bound up tight and used for his enjoyment. He had hand picked her from the very first time she had stumbled upon this place. He used her now, and he owned her. He always started the night out in the same manner. He would attach her hands to the rings that hung from the ceiling. She was bound tight. Deep down there was a part of her that knew it was wrong, and yet she preferred to be this way. In this manner that so many others would look at in disgrace. Rachel looked back over the journey she had come through and remembered the day she was introduced to this way of life. In a way it was a revelation. A revelation of her desires and this one man had given her more pleasure because of it than she would ever have thought possible. One little book had started everything. She almost laughed at her naivety back then.
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Rachel was good. She did everything that was expected of her and did so without pause or complaint. That was until the day she found the mysterious book. There had been a gentlemen at the library that day and Rachel at the age of 21 had indulged him in her boredom with the everyday fiction she could enjoy. It was stories such as Moby Dick and of course Shakespeare. She had told the older man of her secret desire for adventure and mayhem. She had giggled when he told her just where she could find the book she was looking for. Now mind you she thought she would stumble onto a book about a detective or maybe a mystery. What she found was something completely out of the ordinary and way out of the box. She remembered going for the book and coming back to the table. The problem was when she got back to the old piece of wood, the man had disappeared. Shrugging her shoulders she had sat down in the nearest chair to read about the next adventures.
The book was old and worn on the edges as she gingerly opened the first page. The picture that stared back at her made her gasp. It was of a man and woman entwined together. They were of course completely naked and in a compromising pose. She knew instantly what they were doing and knew all too well what the book was about. Without thought she turned the page. There was yet another picture except this one was of just a woman. She had a gag in her mouth and her arms and legs were stretched out in a pose that left her completely open and vulnerable. Completely naked as well, she was tied to the poles. Her face held a sultry look about it and she looked like she was all too eager to be in the position she was in. Her eyes grew in size as she hesitantly looked around to see if anyone watched her. It was as if she was embarrassed to see if anyone saw her. Looking first one way and then the other she had continued reading. She knew she shouldn’t but something drew her. Something made her put all other reasoning aside to read on the pages the things she should know nothing about.
She caught herself smiling a little too often and her panties began to accumulate moisture as she continued to flip through the pages of the naughty book. She finally came to a point where she sat back amazed. BDSM. It was apparently interpreted in different ways including bondage & discipline, domination & submission or sadism & masochism. Rachel looked out to see the sun beginning to set. It was way past time that she should leave the library and head home. She smiled when she thought of her new treasure but knew there was no way to get it away from the library. First of
all there was no way that she could have it fall in the wrong hands like her younger siblings or at the worst her fathers.
Throughout the following weeks she came to the library every day to enjoy another chapter in the book. It was detailed with many pictures and she found herself wanting to know more and more. There were no other books in the library and she kept to herself in a quiet corner.
“I am sure you are surprised to know that he lives here in the city.”
She turned to see the same man from before. The one who had told her about the book and then vanished. “What?”
“I see you like the book. The man who wrote it lives here in the city you know. He lives in the brownstone building at the end of 5th Street. Number 201.” The man walked away and deciding she wanted to know who he was she quickly went after him.
However, just as the first time, when she came around the next corner he was gone again. She sat there and thought about what he said. She wanted to see the writer. If anything to see what he looked like. Where did he come up with all the different things she had read in the book? She wasn’t even a quarter way through yet and she was already glued to the pages. Slipping it back in its place she stepped from the library and instead of turning right to head home she made her way left and towards 5th street.
