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“You’re horny?”
“Of course.”
“How fitting, even punishment arouses you. Is there nothing that doesn’t?” I consider the question rhetorical, so I don’t answer. Besides, we both know the answer.
“Crawl up on the table, Cassidy, and give me your ass,” she tells me.
I comply readily, hoping I’ll get some reprieve from the restless brewing in my cunt. I feel awkward and thoroughly exposed, but it doesn’t matter now as long as the result is as fine as I imagine.
She begins to lick me.
“Did you juice while I was spanking you?” she asks. “Or after?”
“I don’t know,” I answer. I groan and wiggle my rear against her face and tongue.
“Such a slut,” she says, and goes back to tonguing my wet sex. She runs the gamut of my cleft, from deep down below where she finds my clit and the ring, then past my cunny hole to my puckering rosebud asshole.
“Oooo yes,” I gasp in joyful reply.
Her hands dive into my sore mounds. The pain has vanished, only to be recalled with her firm squeezing hand. The harsh sensations make me gasp all the more now. She slaps my ass, an act I’m not unused to in love making; though the significance this time is obvious. She still feels dominant over me and will continue to express that until she finishes with me. Her slaps are hard enough to hurt, but I don’t want her to stop them, the way I did earlier. And I do want more tongue on my clit and back hole.
How well she knows me, complying with my need!
Her fingers and her tongue violate me as she bites my ass flesh while inserting a finger into my anus. I wince to myself, wanting her to go deeper yet.
Something cold against the opening hole tells me that she has the lubricant there, pouring it so I’m well greased. I’m not sure what will penetrate me, her fingers, a dildo or some creative device. I’ve had bottles, bananas and round wooden handles in my ass. When Peach feels particularly nasty to me, this is how she treats me. She knows that I love it and won’t stop her. Sometimes it’s so painful, I make her slow down so my body can catch up to the sensations, but most often I just want her to keep going.
Today makes me realize the very basis of our relationship. Spelled out to me now, in bold relief, it’s clear, she’s always been sexually dominant with me. I give her ideas, she implements, it’s as simple as that.
First it’s her fingers, two probe me deeply. I groan and try to play with my cunt while she focuses on my ass, but she stops me, pushing my hands away.
“You’re mine, cunt,” she says.
I feel the rod deeply in my ass, the large round ended thing could be many things, though I figure it’s a smooth black dildo she found in some seedy shop in Tijuana. Though I can’t see it, I recognize its large size. She pushes it deep, there is nearly eighteen inches of it, and nearly half of it will be embedded in my ass. As she pushes it deeper, she twists it, and then pumps it in and out. I’m beside myself in sensation. I can’t think or speak. The wildest incoherent cries of pleasure rise into the air around us.
Peach finds a way to finger my clit again, and I can explode in seconds. But she holds me off, building me up, then letting me down, time and again, so my body aches to find its edge.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” she demands.
I force myself to back off and work with her, doing everything she asks. The picture of this must look like some beastly savage ritual. I must look like the foulest debauched whore, copulating a wooden thing with my ass.
Peach pinches my clit lightly, then pulls my ring until it hurts and I beg her to stop. She does this until I can’t hold off any longer. When she finally lets up, I cum, grinding myself against her hands and against the dildo impaled in me.
I need to collapse when it’s over; I’m so weak I can’t remain on my hands and knees even though the black rod remains impaled in my ass.
“Did I tell you to cum bitch?” she asks, as she shoves the dildo deeper w
ith one hand while she slaps my ass again.
“No, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop,” I tell her.
“Aw, that’s too bad, you just gave me another reason to punish you,” she says, though I know she’s just joking with me now.
Peach pulls me from the table, as the dildo drops to the floor. She leads me to our bed where we tumble into the mass of sheets and clothes. She pushes my head down between her legs, and I nest my face against her steamy cunt. She’s ripe with sweat and her fine female liquor. I lap at every succulent place and feel her body cum as her head drops back and her groin pushes against my face. As she descends from her bliss, I lick her juices clean.
I’ve clawed her thighs while I brought her to the edge. At first it shocks me seeing the red marks lingering on her flesh. I’m as harsh with her as she’s been with me. I never thought I was that ruthless. Peach sees them, too, and I wonder what she thinks.
“You haven’t seen the last of this,” she vows quietly. I shudder as she says it, wondering exactly what she means.
