She had no control as Michael slammed into her, his body pressing hard against her, seemingly with no regard for her sore, punished ass. Her breasts pressed against the desk as he fucked her harder, faster, possessing her, owning her. Elena tried to keep up with him, tried moving against him but the ropes held her tightly in place.
“Michael, Michael,” she whimpered, the pain in her ass combined with the feeling of his cock thrusting into her exciting her more.
She tried to press her aching cunt into the desk, trying to get some relief from the arousal she was feeling, but there was nothing she could do. She was frustrated and wanted to touch her clit, but could not alleviate the neediness she felt. She wanted Michael to touch her, but he kept his hands on her hips.
Elena felt his release deep within her cunt and he pulled away from her. She lay her head down on the desk, unaware of what he was doing behind her, but she hoped that he would touch her. Even just a soft touch of her clit could bring a welcome release from the intense frustration she felt. Instead, she felt his hands on her again, gently brushing against her aching ass.
“It will bruise,” he said. “You’ll definitely feel it when you sit down, but it shouldn’t be too bad.” She felt his hands working to untie the knots on her ankles and then her wrists. When the rope was removed, Michael massaged her wrists and ankles, working to return the circulation and to remove the marks made by the tight ropes.
The gesture was so kind that Elena began to cry again, though she wasn’t quite sure she could explain her tears. “I’m sorry,” she choked out and he brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“I know,” he replied and from his voice, Elena could not tell what he was thinking or feeling. He was Michael in control, just as always. She wondered about that, wondered how that was possible.
“Those girls,” she said. “And what you just did. How do you know you won’t just lose control?” Elena knew she was expressing her fear belatedly after Michael had already punished her, but she needed to know the answer. “Have you ever lost control?”
“Honestly, Elena, I’m always in control. Always. If I can’t be in control of myself, I don’t have any business being in control of anyone else. I like causing pain, yes, but I’m careful about hurting in the wrong ways. Now lean on me.” He helped her up off the desk and walked her to his leather couch. “Lie down on your stomach,” he instructed and Elena did. The leather was cool against her skin and she was tempted to turn over to see how it would feel against her ass, but she was also afraid it would hurt too much.
She reached down to feel her ass and it was still warm, though it hurt less than it had. Her fingers brushed against the welts made by the cane. Elena felt Michael’s hands push her own away, taking their place on her ass. She felt a cold sensation, and she realized that he was rubbing lotion into her ass. She could smell a subtle scent she didn’t recognize but it was very pleasant and the feeling of it on her skin was divine.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m looking out for you. I don’t like the idea of anything bad happening to you, Elena. Not ever. As I said, you can ask me questions. I am not used to talking about other women, but if there is anything you want to know, Elena, just ask. I’m not hiding anything about my past, but I do have to remain secretive about my job. My office is the worst place for you to be exploring. I cannot emphasize that enough. It could be dangerous for you.”
His hands were so gentle on her tortured skin and she couldn’t believe that it was those hands that had hurt her to begin with. Each touch soothed her and helped to erase the heat from her ass. The sound of his voice was helping to relax her further. In some strange way, she felt better, even though her behind was sore.
“I don’t like to punish, Elena,” Michael said, still massaging her sore flesh. “But I worry about you and I have to know you won’t do it again. If you want to know something, just talk to me,” he repeated and Elena knew that was what he had been trying to tell her all along. She wished she had just talked to him to begin with, but at least now she knew that she could.
“I won’t snoop again,” Elena assured him. She wasn’t anxious to endure that again and she was feeling conflicted. She understood Michael’s point and she had consented to submit to him, but she was a grown woman and definitely not used to being punished. It had been cathartic, though. She just wanted to rest her mind and the onslaught of thoughts. Instead she focused on her unfulfilled need and gushing pussy.
“Good girl,” he said and Elena felt a rush of happiness from his words. Being with him made her happy. “The paddle is never for play time. We’ll keep that separate for punishments, understood?”
Elena nodded. “You won’t have to use it again,” she said and he bent down to kiss the back of her neck. He brushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulders. She felt herself melting into the couch, as she was soothed and more aroused by his touches. Michael had such a strong effect on her, making her ache for him.
Elena felt a rush of pleasure shoot through her. “Michael,” she said, lifting her head toward him. She rolled over onto her side, wanting to kiss him. The position was awkward and she could feel her ass pressed against the back of the couch. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it felt odd and she reached up for him, trying to shift into a different position.
Michael took her hand, helping her stand. As she stood next to him, she tilted her head upward, her lips meeting his eagerly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her. As they kissed, so passionately, so sweetly, Elena felt a surge of affection for him. She knew he didn’t want anything to happen to her and she knew he would not hurt her. He had not hurt her – not really. She understood that and it made her feelings for him even stronger. Yes, the paddle stung, but the stinging in her ass helped ease the guilt she had felt for sneaking around in Michael’s private office.
“Thank you,” she whispered to him, kissing him and though she didn’t specify what she meant, she hoped that Michael knew she was grateful. Michael lay back on the floor, pulling Elena down on top of him. She was surprised, but straddled him, leaning down to kiss his lips, his neck. He lifted his head to her breasts, licking and sucking at her pert, pink nipples until she began to moan.
“You always taste so good,” he said, teasing her nipples with his lips and gentle nibbles that made the ache in her empty cunt increase.
“Michael,” she whispered into his ear. It felt so foreign being on top of Michael, but the feeling of his body pressed against hers was familiar and thrilling. She rubbed her breasts against his muscular chest, feeling her nipples grow harder. Just being near Michael made her body react strongly; her inner thighs were growing wetter from the sensation of his warmth.
Elena wanted suddenly to tease Michael, as he had teased her so many times. She had loved the anticipation and she wanted to make it good for him as well. She cupped his balls in her hands, feeling free to explore his body as she had not been able to before. Though she had known his cock intimately, she had never really looked it at and she did now and she fondled his testicles. He moaned and the sound excited her.
She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and he inhaled sharply. Elena smiled, feeling powerful and rather sure of herself. She liked knowing that she could give such pleasure to Michael. His cock felt good in her hand, so impossibly hard and though she wanted to shove it inside of her needy pussy, she forced herself to slow down and draw out the pleasure, to make each touch increase his arousal for her.
She tightened her grasp on his cock, moving her hand up and down before kissing the tip of his cock lightly. Michael shivered at her touch and she felt bolder. She drew his thick shaft into her mouth, letting her tongue and the warmth of her mouth please Michael. She increased the pressure and sucked him, feeling her arousal increase as his did. Elena took his cock as far into her mouth as she could, gagging in the process, but happy at the effect she was having on Michael. She teased his sensitive shaft with her tongue, feeling him move against her.
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“Fuck me, Elena,” he groaned and she knew that she could not wait to have him inside of her. It was so rare to hear Michael asking for anything that the words cut into her, searing her. Elena slid down onto Michael’s hard cock, letting it slowly fill her. “Michael,” she moaned as his hands slid around to her ass, gentle touches that excited her.
Elena relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Michael’s hard shaft deep inside of her. Knowing that she could control the depth and the movements felt good, though it was unusual, a far cry from their usual dynamic. She began moving against him, moaning as each inch slid in and out. Elena wanted to thrust against him harder, but she also wanted to make it last. Being in control was thrilling, but she wanted him in any way she could get him. Fast. Slow.
Elena was not used to having her hands freed while Michael fucked her and she wasn’t entirely sure what she should be doing with them. She rubbed her hands on Michael’s chest, his skin warm against her fingers. She explored him, bracing herself as she thrust against him. “Michael,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
Within her a climax slowly built. She moved against Michael and he thrust into her, but the buildup was gradual. It was agonizingly slow and she whimpered as she eased Michael’s cock in and out. She needed it harder and faster and she began moving more urgently. Michael moved against her, his hands at her hips and guiding her movements. That small measure of control spurred Elena on, making her thrusting more urgent.
“Michael, Michael, oh, fuck,” she called out as, at long last, the waves of orgasm ripped through her. She no longer even felt the heat or pain in her ass, though she knew that was likely to change as the day wore on. Now she just felt incredible, wonderful – the feelings she was used to having when she was with Michael. Though she was on top of him, Elena was Michael’s captive, his hands holding her in place as he plunged into her again and again. He came deep inside of her and as he came, she collapsed on top of him, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. He pulled her close, his arms strong around her.
They rested in silence, both taking in the events that had unfolded between them, each knowing that they were closer now than before. Elena broke the quiet, unable to stifle her questions since she had been encouraged by Michael to speak up.
“Will you ever take pictures of me?” she asked. “You know, those kinds of pictures?”
“If you wanted me to, I would,” Michael said. “It would have to be for your enjoyment as well as mine. Never if you were against it, but I think pictures of you all tightly bound would be gorgeous.”
Elena thought about that, deciding to think whether that was something she really wanted. She did wonder what she looked like to Michael when she was tied and spread out before her. “It was harder than I thought,” she said, changing the subject.
“What’s that?” Michael asked. “The punishment?”
“No, not that,” Elena said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “It’s just that now I am used to trying to orgasm with my hands tied. It felt strange to not be tied. Does that make sense?”
Michael’s smile widened as Elena spoke. “I’m glad to hear that. I’m rather partial to tying your hands. I think the rope suits you.”
“I’m rather partial to having them tied,” she admitted. She closed her eyes, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Michael. “It’s always something fun and different.”
“I’m glad,” he said.
“What makes me different than them?” Elena asked. She lay on her side with her head resting on Michael’s chest, feeling a contentment that had eluded her for so long.
“Everything,” Michael said. “I’ve punished other women on occasion but I have never made love afterward. I’ve wanted to fuck afterward, but not make love. There’s a difference.”
Elena smiled to herself, a blissful smile. “Yes, there is. I like both,” she said. Her thoughts were far away from the past and from pictures. She was focused on now, on Michael and to building with him something more than either of them thought possible.
Exhaustion Therapy (The Sex Therapist Part II)
by Stephanie Silvers
Themes: M/FF; threesome
Note: You can read “The Sex Therapist” Part I in Filthy Smut (Vol. 2)
I watched as Mona slid her hand up and down my shaft. It was only slightly hard, but it wouldn’t take long for her touch to harden me. This was our third session; switching from a weekday evening to Saturday morning in order to increase our time together from one hour to three. I didn’t mind at all. Mona was an exquisitely beautiful woman with an unrivaled sensual skill. My cock had begun to respond to her in ways it had never responded to anyone else, even Becka. It took all I had to control my excitement when I walked in the office door.
“It’s growing, Joshua. Do you feel it?” Mona asked, her seductive English accent driving me wild.
“Yes. It’s throbbing… rushing with blood…” I inform her.
“Let it grow. Let it get nice and hard.” She commanded, sliding closer to me on the leather couch in her office.
Lifting my arm, I wrapped it around Mona’s shoulder. We’d gotten a bit more comfortable and physical the past couple of sessions. She wanted me to feel her body and touch the places I desired; allowing the feel of her flesh in my hands to excite me.
Today she wore a white, button-down, collared shirt and a tight red skirt that stopped just above her knees. Her soft, supple legs were crossed with one of her knees resting gently against on thigh. Her hair was high atop her head in a bun. Lifting my hand, I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling for a pin. Finding two small pins, I pulled, releasing the bun. She shook her head, letting her long, black hair cascade around her shoulders.
I unbuttoned her blouse slowly as she concentrated on my cock, running her soft, supple hands up and down the shaft. Her nails were painted a bright red, matching her skirt and high heels. The sight of her painted nails around my cock turned me on. I watched them glide up and down my rod for several moments.
“I love the sight of your pretty nails wrapped around my cock.” I said. This is important. This is what she had taught me. She wanted me to recognize my arousal, communicate it to her and commit it to memory. I pulled her in closer to me. I loved the feel of her against my body.
“Your cock is getting nice and hard now.” She said. “You want more, Joshua?”
“Yes, Mona.” I responded.
“Come and get some more.” She offered, sliding her hips closer to mine.
Lifting my hands to get more of her loveliness, I unbuttoned her blouse. Pushing it aside, I gazed at her luscious tits. She wore a lacy, red bra with a little red bow in the center. I reached my hand inside one of the cups, squeezing a ripe, juicy orb. It felt as delicious as it looked. I felt my cock twitch in her hand.
“Mmmm, did you feel that, Joshua?” she asked. “You’re getting nice and aroused. Take my tits out, and let’s see if we can make you harder.”
Pulling her bra straps down, I released her breasts, watching as they bounced. Taking them in the palms of my hands, I squeezed them together. They’re huge and full, her creamy skin soft and warm. As I squeezed, I got more excited, bucking my hips up and down as she stroked me.
“I want to feel your pussy, Mona.” I said. I’d been dreaming of sliding my fingers in her sweet cunt all week.
She uncrossed her legs, turning her body and leaning her back against my side. She lay against me and raised her legs to the couch, keeping her palm wrapped firmly around my hard cock. Keeping her tit in my right hand, I reached down to pull her tight red skirt upward. She wiggled, helping me lift the skirt to her waist and gain access to her smooth, velvety pussy.
“Mmmmm…” I moan as I see her bright, red panties.
“Focus on how my pussy makes you feel, Joshua,” she said.
“I will, Mona,” I replied. She was an excellent teacher, and I wanted to be an excellent student.
“Slide my panties down,” she instructed.
Taking the hem of her
pretty, red panties in hand, I slid my hand down inside, feeling the clean shaven mound of her perfect slit. It’s moist and hot. I lose myself, by body beginning to tremble, the familiar feeling of cum rising from my balls.
“Oh, Mona!!” I yelled, squeezing her breast and letting my finger slide further inside her cream. “I’m gonna cum!”
“No, Joshua,” she commanded.
“I can’t stop! Ohhhhhhhhhh!” I cried out as I came, my thick, hot spurts drenching her hand.
Mona released my cock and stood. I panted, still feeling the shivering sensation of my orgasm run through my body. I watched as she rebuttoned her blouse and lowered her skirt to her knees. Walking to her desk, she twirled her hair, reached in a desk drawer to retrieve two hair pins, and pinned the sleek, black strands on top of her head. Reaching for a pair of glasses on her desk, she placed them on her nose, pulled her swiveling chair and sat. Opening her laptop, she began typing.
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