by Nikki Sex
Elizabeth's eager little sounds of pleasure were sending André mad, and from time to time he stroked himself to ease the ache of his rigid cock.
It took awhile to bring her to the edge of climax once more, but soon enough she was mindless with her hips arching.
Oui, he thought Sharp pain, followed by soft, intense pleasure.
André knew that this stimulating torment would meld into a consuming fire, resulting in one of the most extreme orgasms Elizabeth would ever experience. She was sobbing with need, begging for him to fuck her, fuck her anywhere, in the ass, in her pussy, in her mouth – but please, please, please would he please let her come?"
André soothed her and apologized and vowed that it would all be worthwhile, but she needed to make herself ready for he wanted to give her the last stripe with the cane. As her breathing slowed, he gave her warning. Once more he struck her and she wailed, a delicious musical sound that made his thick shaft twitch. More tears sprung to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, trailing down like a river of anguish. He soothed and blew on the welt, and then got a wet washcloth and cooled down the heat of her stripes.
"It is over, mon cher, and I am oh so proud of you," he said, putting as much approval as possible in his tone.
"Thank God," she said.
He removed the spreader bar, and holding her hips, he moved behind her, placing his heated cock up against her wet folds. Elizabeth groaned. "Remember mon cher, you may not climax. If you do I swear I will cane you as punishment. I will be careful, but you are close, are you not? You must tell me if you cannot control yourself and I will stop, yes?"
Still breathless, and wide-eyed at his threat, she nodded.
"Bon," he said, and thrust his cock into her hot, soaking cunt. Elizabeth moaned in an endearing manner, and he chuckled, knowing how pitifully desperate she was. But he was desperate too. He fucked her slowly, and after moistening his thumb with her slick essence, he put it in her ass, thrusting in and out, synchronizing it with his cock as he fucked her.
"Do you like my thumb in your ass, Elizabeth?"
"God yes!"
He laughed. "Tell me what you want, little slut," he said, intentionally caressing her with a low seductive voice.
Elizabeth whimpered and mewled with need. "Oh please, Sir. Just fuck me like this and let me come. You feel so good. Please, please let me come!" she begged.
"Soon, mon cher," he assured her. "You and I will both climax when my cock is deep in your ass, remember?"
She groaned, and André callously laughed at her frustration.
He didn't touch anywhere near her sex, certain she would release if he did so, but he wanted her to get used to the feel of his thumb and his cock together fucking two of her three holes. After long minutes of slow, measured strokes, Elizabeth was wailing, sobbing and screaming for release.
He made her stand up straight and removed her nipple clamps, sucking, licking and soothing each tortured nipple. The woman was too close. She didn't have control, so André wanted to give her time to catch her breath. He turned her toward the bedpost and had her rest against it, while he massaged her shoulders, her back, thighs, and calves, carefully working out all the tension from the punishment she had taken for him.
When her breathing was deep and regular, and her heart rate had slowed, he said, "Bon, mon cher. It is time for you to find what it feels like to have a man's cock deep inside your tight little asshole." Elizabeth whimpered at this, and he chuckled at her need. "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Elizabeth?"
"God yes, Sir!"
"Good girl," he said. He uncuffed her from the bedpost. Her nipples were large and red, just as he had planned.
"On the bed now, on all fours, ass in the air, rest on your forearms," he directed. She complied instantly, and he cuffed her wrists to the side of the bed. He stood behind her then, and nudged her legs apart until his cock was at just the correct height to take her. For some time he studied her, making approving, erotic comments.
"You should see your beautiful sex, buttocks and ass! Mon Dieu, cétait fantastique! Your pussy blushes crimson and is oh so swollen, and your cunt hole is gaping wide – it tries to entice my cock. Your derrière - pauvre - it also is red from having so willingly accepted its punishment. I could climax right now, simply by looking at it. Bonne fille, bella fille. Merci for such a gift. The three red stripes from my little cane are so very pretty."
He reached over her and pulled on her braid, raising her head. Elizabeth looked directly into the floor to ceiling mirror.
Their eyes met and André smiled. Magnifique!
15. Plucking the Cherry
At the sight of Elizabeth's ass in the air, André's throbbing cock twitched and pulsed. He stroked it once more, pumping it to ease his need.
"Mon cher, now I see you clearly, I see the eyes, I see the red sore nipples and your breasts. Such large breasts! They hang so well. When I thrust into you, those breasts will swing back and forth and the nipples will rub on this sheet, no? It will feel very well I think."
He bent over her and played with her clit and traced her labia, and she made a number of sweet helpless sounds, needy desperate noises. André laughed. "I know how you feel, mon cher. I, too, shall soon burst. Keep your head up, and look into the mirror. I will hold your braid to steady myself, when I ride you - you are such a luscious mount. It may be a rough ride, because you are a little worked up, yes? You will thrash and buck, as I fuck you, I think. Yet I have ridden difficult mounts before. It is such a privilege to break you into this pleasure, Elizabeth, to show you the joy of a cock in your small hole. But I want to watch your reactions as I fuck your ass for the first time, so look at me in this mirror."
Elizabeth, who was watching him, nodded wordlessly. Her countenance was heavy with lust and exhaustion yet André could see by the whites of her eyes that she was anxious, too, afraid to have her ass violated. He had been keeping her off balance and preparing her, charging up her entire body for this one moment. And now the moment had come. At first he would go slow, but by the end she would love anal sex. Elizabeth was ultra sensitive as he had planned… and ultra horny.
"Spread your legs, oui like that. Now don't move."
André looked around one last time. Elizabeth was still wearing her stockings and garter belt and the sight of her in them with her ass in the air heated him up. Her buttocks were red, with hand prints, whip marks and three large welts from the cane. He felt the heat of her burning buttocks radiating to his hips and thighs and cock. Her eyes were on him, her tits hanging low, her legs spread just right. The woman was highly aroused, flushed and breathing heavily. Perfect. All was ready.
Spreading her butt cheeks, he began to lick deep in her asshole, stroking, prodding and curling his tongue inside her. Elizabeth gave a strangled moan and began making incoherent sounds, "Ah, um, ah, ah, oh!"
André's lips circled her anus and he pressed a finger inside the tight muscle of her rim, pulling her open and available for his invading tongue.
"Oh God!" she cried out.
"Oui, oui, it is good, and you are ready. You can take the toy, mon cher, so you can take me." With his cock hot against her entrance, Elizabeth trembled. Sir leaned over and wet his fingers in her channel. Then, slick with her essence he circled and stroked her engorged clit, exactly as he had learned she did when she was masturbating herself. Elizabeth groaned and thrust against him.
"What do you want, Elizabeth?" he whispered in her ear.
"Sir! Please let me come!"
"Do you remember what I told you? When I would let you climax? What has to happen, Elizabeth?"
"You said I could come when you're in my ass, Sir."
"Oui," he said. "Do you want me to fuck your ass, mon cher?"
"God, yes!"
"Fuck it deep and hard? Do you want me to make you scream?"
"Oh please, Sir! Yes please. I beg you, please just fuck my ass and let me come!"
He laughed. "Eh bien, bella fille I like to hear
you beg, as you well know. Very well, I shall do as you ask. Mon cher, this is what I do now," he said, pulling out a jar from the bed side table and taking a large dollop of lube he began generously covering his cock with it. "I put the lubricant on my cock and in your ass. Then I will work my cock inside you. You have a small tight hole, mon cher, but it has had a large butt plug in it much of this day so you will be ready for my cock. I warn you that it will hurt at first, but not as much as the cane, of this j'assure."
André began to put lube on her anus, pressing it inside with a finger - abruptly he remembered the anal syringe. He pulled it out from the side table and inserted it, squeezing the bulb, squirting a large portion of lubricant in. "I will tell you what to do, how to breathe through it. Relax and take my cock, Elizabeth, just as you took the toy. Then all will be well. I told you before that you will be an anal slut, and it is true. You will adore my cock up your ass, mon cher. Do you have any questions?"
She shook her head and André smiled. The woman was so ripe with unsatisfied lust that she was simply overwhelmed. An abject, servile slave to her submissive nature and sexual hunger, Elizabeth would deny him nothing right now. This was exactly how he wanted her. Knowing that he had brought her to this pinnacle of voracious lust gave him an absorbing sense of triumph.
"Look at me, Elizabeth," he said and she instantly complied, gazing back at him in the mirror. "Bon. Now take a deep breath and push that tight rosy asshole against me. Open for me and take my cock. Impale yourself upon me. Take a deep breath, mon cher. Then loosen this oh so luscious derrière. Relax and open," he ordered in a stern uncompromising voice. "Right now."
Elizabeth bit her lip and appeared to concentrate. As she pushed back against him her head began to lower.
With this his hand wrapped in her braid he jerked her head back. Her eyes, heavy lidded, flew open and André met her gaze in the mirror. "I want to see you, mon cher," he reminded her. "I want to see you as you take my cock into your ass." Elizabeth took a deep breath and André braced himself over her, guiding his cock inside. Her hips slowly pushed against him. As she worked herself down onto him, with careful control he thrust deeper, letting his weight fall forward so the head of his cock breached her.
Instinctively she tried to thrash and struggle but he held her immobile. "Oh God," she yelled. "It's too big!"
"Be still," he reproved. He gripped her firmly, one hand on her hip, pulling her braid with the other, telling her to take this stabbing torment for him. It would not last long, her anal passage would adjust and accommodate him soon. Just like the cane, she must accept him. Accept this small pain, endure it in order to enjoy it, as it would soon be so much better.
"But it burns!"
"Do the cane strikes hurt now?"
"A little," she said in a forlorn voice, in between breathless little pants.
To divert her from her misery, he pinched her clit hard and she yelped. "Your body is adjusting. Concentrate. Let the tension go, mon cher." He rubbed her back and shoulders, and stroked her buttocks, leaving just the head of his cock inside as he could go no further. Fuck she was tight!
"You are so good," he crooned in a caressing voice. "You make me very happy. It feels amazing, to feel your tight virgin ass, to know you will take my cock, because you want it. It will be wondrous, I swear. Do you want my cock, Elizabeth? Tell me you want my cock in your ass."
She expelled a deep breath and said, "Yes, I want your cock in my ass, Sir."
He knew the moment she relaxed and stopped bracing. Elizabeth made a harsh cry as he immediately took advantage and slid further inside. "Breathe, mon cher. You are doing very well. It is not so bad, and soon it will be very good." She trembled and whimpered. Intently watching her in the mirror, André could see her focusing, with both her lips pressed firmly together. He slid deeper then, just a bit, stretching her, and Elizabeth's blue eyes flew wide open as her anal passage expanded to accommodate him.
"Oh," she said with surprise and he slid all the way inside her then, in to the hilt. "Oh! God! My God!"
André's smile was tight as he fought for control. Yet intense satisfaction resonated throughout his body.
For he had taken Elizabeth's cherry.
16. Accepting André
André felt his balls press firmly against her dripping, heated pussy.
"Good girl," he said in a hoarse voice. "Just hold me. I am deep in your ass, mon cher, all the way in. Relax now, let your body adjust." He held still, letting her get used to the rigid length of his erection. His palm grazed her flank and cupped her swollen feminine mound, her outer lips and clit, flicking and teasing, transforming her discomfort into voracious sexual need.
"Oh, oh, oh! Ahhhh!" Elizabeth cried out, instinctively bucking and jerking from the concentrated pleasure he was giving her.
André held on tight to her braid and pushed against her, riding her as she bucked. Waves of intense sensation rushed into his testicles, thighs and shaft, along with a pounding pulse of blood, making him feel large as a house. The woman was so hot, so small and unyielding! André was having trouble maintaining control. He wanted to thrust, he wanted to pound inside her taut little hole until he came, but he fiercely subdued these natural impulses. "It does not feel bad now, does it?" he said in a choked whisper.
"No Sir," she breathed. There was awe and wonder in her voice.
André delicately traced and stroked between her legs. Elizabeth's pussy pulsed, and as a result her ass clenched down on him. Striving for control he groaned, and felt Elizabeth quiver beneath him. He pulled out a little, then moved back in, allowing the lubricant to coat her - back and forth, in and out, until she stretched and accepted him more easily. But merde! This petite woman was the tightest thing he had ever had.
He pressed his body on to hers, driving deep inside, feeling her flesh quiver. "Do you like it?" he asked, speaking near her ear. He intentionally let his breath tickle her, one hand keeping her hair pulled tight. The entire time he watched her in the mirror, and she watched him. It was perfect. "Do you like the feel of my cock deep in your ass?"
Elizabeth moaned and bowed her ass back into him, then her eyes shut while her face screwed up into a grimace. André felt her buttocks contract. He tugged her hair, hard. "Open your eyes, Elizabeth." Her eyes flew open wide, searching his face. "You do not have permission to come, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Can you control yourself? For if you can't I will use the cane."
She paled at this threat, then swallowed and bit her lips. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Mon cher, remember how I used your mouth like an object to masturbate?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Bon," he said. "Now I do the same with your tight ass," he told her and firmly gripping her hips, he slowly pushed his cock inside her until he was in to the hilt. Elizabeth groaned. "Oui. C'est très bon. Mon cher, be very still. I move you now, off my cock." He pushed her forward, and his shaft drew out of her, slowly, slowly until only his round head remained in her sensitive anal flesh. Then once more, again very slowly, he drew her toward him, until his hips and thighs were flush against her burning hot round globes, and deep inside her. He did this three more times and Elizabeth began to writhe and groan, trying to arch toward him. He stopped and slapped her buttocks.
"Behave, mon cher. You must be still, and let me use your body. It is here for my pleasure."
She moaned, giving a little cry of protest, or a strangled groan of aching need. "Oh God," she mumbled, probably unaware that she had even spoken. André chuckled, knowing his words had turned her on even more.
"Perhaps later, when Mark joins us I will take your cunt and he will take your ass. Would you like that Elizabeth? Would you like to be fucked in both holes at once?"
Elizabeth's response to this was an inarticulate moan and a rippling pulse that sent a wave of sensation through him. "Fuck!" he said, and pinched her breast, twisting it hard. It surprised her and her building orgasm stopped.
"D
o not come, Elizabeth. You are not allowed to come." After that he didn't goad her further with erotic words, yet he continued for some time, moving in and out of her with measured, even strokes. He himself was breathing faster, yet still low and slow. "Eh Bien, Elizabeth, you are doing very well. It is not difficile, n'est ce pas? I move you as needed."
"Yes, Sir," she choked.
"Now mon cher," he said. "We add one more thing." He drew her toward him, sinking himself inside her to the hilt then holding her perfectly still against his hips and thighs. "Good girl, Elizabeth. Now, squeeze down on me with that oh so delicious derrière of yours. I want to feel those muscles." When she did so he groaned.
"Oui, oui, merde!" he said in a ragged voice. If the woman squeezed again he would probably come, for her ass was like a hot pulsing fist. With a deep breath he got control of himself and then laughed. "It is very good, mon cher. Yet it takes concentration. For the present, we do this many, many times, and each time I pull you down on to my cock you must stop there, and squeeze me hard, vous comprenez?"
They got into a slow, inexorable rhythm. He pulled his cock all the way out of her ass, then pushed it all the way back in. Then Elizabeth would squeeze down hard on him like a vice. Then out of her ass once more, and all the way back in, then she would obediently squeeze down hard on him like a vice, and so on.
But what would it feel like if Elizabeth did all the work? he wondered. If he simply stood still while she fucked him with her ass?
But never in a million years could André have expected the result of this impulsive decision.
