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From: munster@eden.rutgers.edu (El Sol)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Pain (MF irregular MD)
Date: 18 Jul 1997 12:39:24 -0400
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Summary: mf
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Master or Slave
By El Sol
To some extent, it was my fault. Tara and I had been good friends for
some time. I knew she didn't have normal relationships with guys, she liked
being the dominant partner in any relationship too much for normalcy to take a
grip on her sex life. I could understand why though; she's about 5 feet 11
inches tall and a very serious bodybuilder so she usually carried herself at
just over one hundred ninety pounds. I myself was only 5 feet 5 inches tall
barely over 160 pounds. We made an interesting sight whenever we went out for
a friendly dinner or just to catch a movie.
I knew that Tara was heavily into FemDom and only dated smaller males
she could toss around with her superior strength. This is whatled to her future
problem with me.
I'm the REALLY laid back type, I don't like to make decisions about
unimportant things like restaurant or movie choices. As a matter of fact, there
really are very few things that I'm assertive about so Tara had become the
"dominant" partner in our friendship in her eyes. In her defense, she was the
"dominant" partner for all intents and purposes, except that it was by default
not by MY choice. She took my letting her make all the decisions in our
friendship as my ceding control over to her. She became more and more assertive
and this was fine with me, I wasn't invested enough in the entire situation to
really bother. She understandably, at least from her view, took this as a
further sign that I wanted her to truly "dominate" in our relationship. This
was a mistake of interpretion on her part, it wasn't that I wanted her to be
'dominant'. The truth was that nothing that I did with her was important enough
for me to get my way.
This all led to her attempt to seduce me into consummating our
friendship and make me the sub to her FemDom. Like I said she likes smaller
men, she can toss around, she had never challenged me to the type of physical
contests she likes with her men because for her it's a very sexual experience.
I had showed a certain amount of interest in her activities, but again it was a
lot more trying to understand what the guys got out of it than wanting to be
one of those guys, plus she was a good enough friend and you have to talk about
those types of things with friends.
We were having dinner at a great little Italian place that I had
introduced her to. She seemed extremely excited that evening, anxious but
expectant at the same time. I could feel the tension in the air but for the
most part ignored figuring she just wanted to talk about her newest conquest.
"Mike?" Tara said quietly.
I looked up from the vodka linguine, I was enjoying to look at her.
"I'd like to ask you something?"
I nodded.
"Would you like to come over to my place tonight and mix it up?" she
asked me.
"Mixing it up" is what I had nicknamed the fights her and her men get
into where she tosses them around. From what she had told me it was a
combination wrestling and fighting match where she got to trounce on the guy
for about 20 minutes to a half-hour, and finally fuck him into unconsciousness.
I put my fork down. This situation had to be handled delicately. It's
not every day that a good friend asks to sleep with you. I hadn't really
considered it. Don't get me wrong, Tara is a beautiful woman. She has gorgeous
shoulder-length black hair with just a hint of curl in it. Olive-skin and
deceptively soft brown eyes finish off the picture perfect Italian woman. She's
big at a muscular 190 pounds, but she is incredibly proportional. I'm not a
breast man myself but she had said she was a between a C and a D. I, myself,
had always admired her thighs. There's pretty much nothing more attractive
to me than firm thighs, except maybe blonde pubic hair.
Obviously, it wasn't that I found her unattractive just that what
she wanted from a guy was nothing that I wanted to give a woman. Think of it
as a situation where the woman wants a relationship and the guy just wants
a sex partner, if he's her friend he avoids the situation knowing it will end
ugly. I tried to avoid the situation but it got ugly.
"Listen Tara. I'm not your type." I said quietly but very pointed.
I don't think she took me seriously. Maybe, this whole FemDom thing has
guys playing hard to get and having to be convinced.
"Let me be the judge of that" she replied just as pointedly.
"Tara, I'm not really into your scene." I said, "Actually, I'm not at
all into that scene."
She smiled at me, the cat stalking the mouse. I stared back, the larger
predator surprised the cat had not recognized it was no longer in someone's
nice safe home. I sighed.
"Tara believe me;as your friend, you don't want to do this."
She smiled dangerously now, I could see the sparks in her eyes as
she fought to keep her temper in a public place. She does not like to be
balked.
"I know what I want Mike."
I tried one last time. In sniper school, they tell you about the
1000 yard stare. Once you've been to places most people don't even have
nightmares about, you develop a look called the 1000 yard stare. A look that
says "You're just a target. I'm so far beyond you that I barely see you." I
looked at her like that now, she wasn't a danger to me never had been, never
would be. I'd been living on the other side of her darkness before the training
wheels came of my bike. I didn't want to hurt her, but I'd learned painfully
you don't back down to anyone.
Ever.
She looked back at me, blind to what I was telling her. I could almost
see the glow of expectation and desire around her.
If I had not been challenged, I would have felt sorry for her.
I nodded, "What are the rules to this little encounter then?"
"Winner takes all." she shrugged, confident in her own victory.
I stared out the window.
"No quitting," she continued "We keep going until some gives." She
gave me a huge smile.
Someone giving really meant until someone is taken.
I nodded.
"When?" I asked.
"We stay here long enough to relax, digest everything." she explained,
"Then we go over to my place, down to my gym and we mix it up until I win."
Her smile was growing in confidence the quieter I became. I was holding
down the rush of adrenaline, everything inside my body was trying to enter
hyper-excitement, I could feel the heightening of my senses, I was fighting to
control the instinct to kill. I nodded and sat back relaxing, it would be
about an hour before we would move, I didn't want to expend myself fighting
my own body. I pushed the plate out of the way, I had eaten enough in case this
went on longer than expected, but I didn't want to be weighed down if it did.
I sat and began to slowly come down. I relaxed every portion of my body
individually the way I had been trained. First, my mind think of something
other than the kill, come down off the mental high. Relax, your facial muscles,
force your face into the rigor of death, hold it and then release. Now, the
neck, rotate left, now right, back, forward, release. Shoulders, rotate forward
, then back. Biceps and triceps, forearms, down to wrists. The hands are
important flex and release each finger. Back to the torso, deep intake of
breath stretching the lungs and the muscles in the rib cage. Abdominals, hip
flexors, quadriceps and hamstrings. Bring tension to the calves and release.
Rotate your feet, stretch each individual toe.
I sat quietly, as she finished eating fully relaxed now. Almost I was
ready, I needed more though.
I had read it once in a fantasy novelm, a description of the
attitude that a monk exuded. The author called it the "serenity of purpose". I
reached for it inside myself, ready to bend body and will to one objective.
My sniper teachers had said we would all find different ways to deal with the
wait before the target gave us a clean shot. A lot of the other guys, talked
about different things, I had no need for tricks, I'd had a lot of experience
in just waiting for my time to come.
I waited now; relaxed, ready.
I could see her at the edge of my awareness, she was burning energy
in the anxious expectation of conquest.
I waited.
She talked about a hundred different things, somewhere deep inside
myself where I never looked, dark laughter echoed.
I listened to her and waited.
Finally, she signaled the waiter for the check. When he came over, she
paid for it. She smiled at me, another wasted show of domination.
I followed her out of the restaurant, and into her car.
"Can you drive me home for a minute? I need workout clothes." I asked.
"Yeah." she replied I could almost feel her body revving up even
higher.
I went up to my apartment, into my bedroom and opened the drawer with
my workout clothes. I changed quietly into a pair of black rowing shorts, and
sweats. I threw my wallet and keys into a small waist bag and went out to
her car.
I got in, before I closed the door, I felt I should make one last try.
"Are you sure?"
She just smiled and nodded at the door.
I closed the door and we drove to her place.
She owns a beautiful brown-stone, and uses all three floors of it.
Her parents have a lot of money, and she's an only child. She did own an
extremely successful gym but the investment capital came entirely from her
family and there was no risk involved for her. Her parents had never gotten
out of the habit of paying for everything for her. I couldn't blame them. I had
met them on previous occasions, Tara had been a late child, long after they
had given up on ever having a child. They're having to adjust to having given
up on a child was probably the only reason Tara was not spoiled completely.
The brown-stone has a personal gym area in the basement. No real
weights, just a stairmaster for an aerobic warm up and mats for her
'entertainment.
She opened the door to her house and pointed me toward the basement, as
she walked up the steps to the second floor. The first floor was her living
room, library, den, and kitchen. Her personal space was on the second floor.
I walked down the steps to the basement, turned on the lights, stripped
down to my shorts and started stretching. This would take longer than my
martial arts classes or even the wrestling of my high school and college days.
I began to release some of my energy, revving myself up slowly,
breathing a little faster and then slowing down again. I kept my back to
her when I heard her on the steps and beginning her own stretching.
After about 5 minutes, I heard her say "Ready?"
I turned around. She was and is impressive.
She was wearing white spandex shorts over a very light green workout
bodysuit. It was really a one piece workout swimsuit. She turned to model
the entire thing, trying to distract me I guess. I could see that it
didn't really have much of a back, at the small of her back it split into
five strips of cloth, two to wrap around her waist and become one over her
crotch, meeting the one that had run down her back and onto the crack of her
wonderful ass, the last two strips went up and down her shoulder to give
her breasts unneeded support, to come down to meet the two strips that were
rushing to cover her femininity.
I took in all of her, staring hungrily, she smirked at me. I didn't
smirk back, take in every possible distraction fully so that it loses much of
its power when the time comes. Training was taking over.
"Ready?" she asked again.
I took in a full breath of air expanding my chest fully, I released it
slowly staring across at her; the prize, she didn't even know it yet. I
nodded.
"Remember no quitting, one person has to give." she smiled seductively.
I nodded.
She motioned me to the approximate center of the mats. I moved to it,
she reached out her hand to shake mine. I gave her a quick shake.
I watched her move, I knew she was mostly a wrestler, but she had
described a few instances where she'd had to scrap it out with a more than
usually reluctant fellow.
She went into a classic wrestling position, I joined her in it. I
needed to hit her unexpectedly, not to hurt or kill. I didn't want that,
I had to walk a fine line to keep her coming, let her think she was still
holding her own.
We locked, unsurprisingly she was as strong as I expected her to be.
She had decent balance but it was obvious almost immediately that I was one
of the few men she had brought down here that was her equal in strength. I held
back. We had different workout regimen, she liked size and tone, I worked for
lethal efficiency. Unfortunately, for her being male gave me the edge. Most
women don't like to have to that pointed out, but biologically the average male
is 75% stronger in the upper body than a woman, I think in the lower bodies the
disparity isn't as bad. Tara was by no means average, hell she would have been
strong for a man. But I had ground to give, and was not average either.
I let her test my strength, giving ground to make her show more of
her strength to make her expend more energy. She would have had the female lead
over me in endurance but her regimen didn't work on that and mine held to
maximum effort for the longest amount of time possible. Purpose over flash. I
needed her physically exhausted if I was going to beat through her mental
defenses.
She drove me backward and down, I turned over to her left, driving her
strength down and to the right. I released and moved away from her. She
got up slowly, a little surprise showed on her face and a lot more annoyance.
She thought she had me pegged. People don't pay attention, they
are so caught up in themselves that they don't notice when someone doesn't
talk about themselves that much.
I'd wrestled for four years in high school and four in college. I was
by no means one of the best but I could give anyone a hard fought match. My
biggest problem was that I was a late bloomer, I wasn't fully developed until
25.
But here Tara was wrestling me with the full confidence of my ability
and growth. She was good, but a good 'play' wrestler.
She smiled at me and moved into me, she faked another lock up and tried
to kick me solidly in the thigh, I turned it at the last second. I'd seen it
coming, 'hips' my coaches had drilled into me, 'hips don't lie about
directions'. She had thrown a good fake, but hips don't lie.
She smiled at me confidently, I looked into her eyes. I saw she
thought she'd hurt me. Good, she didn't know much about turning the power
of blows.
Laughter echoed deep inside.
I moved to her, faked the lockup, moved to right when she went for it
and kicked her thigh. I kicked solidly but without really putting power into
it. She had challenged but if she quit I'd let her go, I needed her confident
for a little longer. I needed her to be angry just beyond reason, with the
taste of blood in her mouth. Challenged, I meant to take.
She looked up at me surprised, in a second that surprise turned to
quiet confidence. She thought that was all I could give. Good, the blood was
flowing in her, she should've known I was stronger from our clench but she
was just at the edge of not thinking.
This continued for 5 minutes, she challenged again and again. I
kept turning blows and using much greater wrestling experience to get out of
holds and clenches, before I had to show how badly she was over-matched.
She was strong but play fought, I was holding back trying not to cause
major damage. I hoped she wouldn't surprise me and get hurt for it.
It was in her eyes, she was beyond real thought, sexual excitement,
the taste of pain, and the challenge had carried her to the other side.
Inside me an exultant cry repeated.
Mine
MIne
MINe
MINE
MINE, GODDAMN YOU, MINE!!!!!
I smiled and I could feel my eyes focus beyond her. I release the tight
control, and let adrenaline seep into me, purpose flooded me and I hardened.
We clenched and I let her turn me, with my back facing her I felt
her wrap her arms around my rib cage.
I filled my lungs to capacity, and held as she pulled me up into a
reverse bear hug.
30 seconds, I gave myself.
Kicking backward in rhythm, I struck out onto her calves and knees.
25 seconds.
I started a loose rhythm of downward elbows on her upper arms and
forearms.
20 seconds.
I flailed wildly, keeping the blows raining down on her.
15 seconds.
I lessened the power of the shot, I didn't want to hurt her I wanted
to weaken beyond return.
10 seconds, increase flailing.
5 seconds, bring my hands down onto her grip.
Down.
Explode the air out of lungs, and use whatever leverage I have to
insert part of a thumb in between us, use the other thumb to apply pressure
directly at her clenched hands. Drive downward onto her hands, it's the way to
break a grip, you attack it. Don't try to pull it apart, try to push it away
from you.
She let me down and I stepped to the right and behind her thigh,
continued the motion around her, trying to get fully behind her. This is the
way break a full nelson, don't try to power out, leverage beyond their reach.
She tried to hold on to the bear hug instead of dropping out of it, or dancing
in the direction I wanted to go.
Leverage beat her. As she released, I drove a elbow and the beginning
part of my tricep into her rib cage, flat to not break anything only to strain,
to take some of the flexibility out of her rib cage.
I moved away from her.
Deep inside a low whistle of admiration, the same sheen of sweat that
covered my upper body, covered her. It brought out the beautiful coloring of
her skin. Moving backward, I drank her in, take distraction in when it doesn't
count.
She kept her distance, but I didn't move forward, if she quit I'd let
her. Slowly, I could see confidence returning I hadn't tried to hurt just to
wear out, the minute I danced away from her, let some of the soreness drain out
of her.
Cross the line, Cross the line.
She moved on me.
We beat on each other for a few minutes. Well, she beat at me, and I
drained her.
She tried to go head to head with pain tolerances with me. If she
had ever asked about my life, she would have known how badly she would lose,
I let her take her the majority of the blows in our exchange. Turning them,
again and again, absorbing punishment equal to what I was dealing out to her.
But head to head, if she had asked she would have known I would be fighting
long after she had broken down in tears.
If she had asked though, we wouldn't have been in here. I would've told
her about my childhood, beatings upon beatings until pain becomes twisted
inside into an expression of love. Pain on top of unhealed pain.
I would have told her the truth. I don't hide it, I live with it.
It didn't break me, just me stronger, stronger than Tara. She never asked and
now she would pay.
The pain she was causing was the fine edge of excitement for me.
We piled pain on each other, blow after blow. She was good, strong,
fast, a dangerous combination but I wanted to take now.
I kept cushioning the blows, I threw into her, spreading damage across
the maximum area. We kept dancing, moving in she'd sent in two shots, I'd turn
them and kick across her thigh. Separate, she'd move back in, I'd take take the
shots on the outside of my arm, and kick her with the full bottom of my foot
in the ribs.
If we clenched I'd lean on her, forcing her to work on the edge of
her power, while I hadn't fully started moving forward in tempo. It was
slow going, I didn't want victory, I wanted her exhausted beyond utter defeat.
I let her lead in our dance. I had more than enough, the sheen of
sweat, now a good sweat, while she was bathed in her own. I let her drive the
pace at what she wanted, if she were in charge I knew she wouldn't stop, I
didn't want to stop. The voice in the depths was getting closer and closer to
the surface.
She went for a wrestling clench, that I turned out of to trip her down,
I landed on top of her, stretched myself out so that my toes kept me balanced
on top of her. Wrestling spins on top of an opponent, keep them driven into the
mat, carrying as much of your weight as you can get on them, do it for too
long and it's stalling but here there was no ref. I could force her to work
against an extra hundred pounds. I worked for a few minutes to just make her
operate at an extra half-G. She tried to rest on the bottom, I could feel that
she wasn't trying hard to get away. I moved down her back, until I was forcing
her diaphragm into the mat, cheating her of deep breaths. She could breathe but
I wasn't letting her breathe deep. I used my forearm at the top of the back of
her neck to force her head down, making it uncomfortable for her cutting off
just a little more air. She was recovering but slowly, but she was behind in
endurance and I was getting more rest out of the position.
She moved back and I let her.
She had to go deeper into her reserve, I let myself drop down into the
next gear. Starting to breathe deeper, she smiled at me, it must have seemed
like I was running out of breath to her. I wasn't, I was taking in more oxygen,
feeding myself, revving higher, letting the depths get closer and closer to the
surface.
She moved in on me, a predator that wouldn't admit she had made a
mistake.
God, I love strong women. It was unfortunate that she wanted me bent to
her will. We could have been equals, friends.
She moved fast but I was reacting with distance between us. She moved
and I let the darkness inside dance with her.
This time, it was fifty-fifty in the shot count this time. She was
absorbing more punishment, but it looked like she was giving as good as she
got.
For a second, I wanted her to quit, she faltered and I took ground that
split second of mercy forgotten.
No stopping now, we'd been at it for a half-hour, much longer than
she was used to. She'd taken much more punishment than she'd ever had to.
I took the lead now, driving her back and down, I could feel rage
begin to flow through my veins, adrenaline finally allowed to reign freely.
She'd said "I only know master and slave, nothing in between!"
Inside my head, I could hear the chant,
"Learn to crawl!"
"Crawl at my word!"
"Crawl, slave, CRAWL!"
It got louder and louder as I rained blows down on her now.
"QUIT BITCH! Quit and walk away."
I'd bellowed it at her, she turned her face upward to me, from
somewhere in her soul, I could see the challenge still in her eyes.
"I'm sorry" I whispered.
I felt the voice in side howl in victory. It took me over for the
split second that it took to capture all mercy, pity, empathy, any emotion.
It dragged them all down into the little box, I'd built on the last day, I'd
cried myself to sleep from the pain of the beatings. It took all the softness
and left behind only the waiting and purpose.
I beat her then. Not with the helpless frustration that a weak man
beats his wife or girlfriend, nor with anger.
I beat her with soul-less purpose.
She'd made a choice; Master or slave and challenged me with it. The
clues were all there, and she made the mistake of misinterpreting them.
I beat her into defeat, and then into despair.
I beat her until her will was shattered, then I continued until I
stripped her of her personality, and continued to a razor's edge of breaking
her humanity.
There I stopped.
I let her swim in the sound of her sobs, and tears.
She lay flat on her stomach, crying. I watched as her breaking stopped
and she started to heal inside, trying to build up what I had stripped from
her.
I felt something release inside me, a return of something human. Pure
lust, undiluted by anything softer, rose inside me.
No quitting, someone must give. Someone must be taken.
I untied the front ties of my shorts, I could see her watching as
I unlaced the shorts, recognition came to her eyes.
Someone must be taken.
I pushed the shorts down my hips, to my feet and stepped out of them
toward her. She didn't even try to move away from me.
I reached down grabbing a fistful of sweat-matted hair, I pulled her
up until she was on her knees with my cock inches from her mouth. I pulled her
toward me, as I cut the distance between her face and my crotch, blood flooded.
I got harder and harder the closer her face came to my hips.
I could feel her hard breath on my balls, as her face forced my dick
up and to the right.
Her eyes looked up at me, not pleading just accepting, she had been
playing a game, I hadn't.
I was harder then I'd been in my modest sexual experience, I felt like
the blood wouldn't stop pumping into my dick.
I pulled my hips back running my dick on her face. I watched fascinated
as I rubbed the tip all over her face, she watched it with her eyes. She
seemed equally fascinated.
One clear liquid came out of my dick as I ran it across her lips, her
tongue extended outward and over her upper lip to absorb the moisture into her.
I pulled her head up and back, she looked up at me and kept her tongue running
across her lips. I pulled my dick into position where her tongue ran between
my dick and her lips.
I smiled down at her.
MINE!!!
I pushed my hips forward driving my hard-on into her mouth, she stopped
licking her lips but her tongue never stopped running along the bottom of my
dick as I took her mouth.
Her hands came up weakly to my hips as I kept driving until I hit the
back of her throat. She started pushing back as the gag reflex hit. I pulled
back, she breathed around the hard dick in her mouth. I stroked forward again,
one sudden hard stroke, and back out.
Her eyes widened as the head of my dick contacted again and pulled
almost completely, only to be driven into her mouth again.
I used her mouth for my pleasure. Giving nothing back to her, I used
her mouth as an ejaculation tool.
I stroked deep, then shallow, deep again.
I pulled completely out of her mouth, and pulled her face into my
crotch until she understood and extended her tongue out. I used her tongue
on my ball sac, on the bottom of my dick, and finally on my dickhead.
I could feel the loss of control coming.
I went back and down on my knees, forcing her face to stay in constant
contact with my dick. On my knees, with her face in my crotch, I pulled her
head back by her hair, as her mouth opened, I drove forward until the only air
she could breathe was moistened with the sweat on my pubes.
I pulled out slowly enjoying every second, reveling in the approach
of orgasm. I looked down at her, drove my hips forward, at the same time
pulling her head onto me, impaling her mouth on my dick. I left it there until
she began to pull away unable to breathe. I helped her pull her mouth off me,
only to sit the head of my dick just inside her lips. She looked up at me,
I smiled and nodded to my dick.
She surrendered further. She licked around the head of my dick,
furthering my climb to completion.
I sat back on my heels, using her hair to keep my dick enclosed by her
mouth.
I used her hair then stroking myself deep into her mouth, pulling
her mouth nearly off my dick, and back onto my dick. She kept her tongue moving
now, stroking the bottom of my dick as I rested deep inside her mouth, and on
the sensitive tip while I pulled back to just inside her lips.
I felt the orgasm build from my chest. I drove up to my knees again,
pushing her back with my dick at the back of her mouth. I need the leverage to
push the pace into satisfaction.
I used her hair again to leverage my dick deep inside her mouth, and
almost out again. I felt the orgasm travel down my chest into my abs, up my
thighs, into my ball sac. Both pleasure routes, met at base of my dick, and
exploded through it. I drove forward to the back of her mouth and downward
into her throat, the orgasm blew through my dick and down her throat.
The first convulsion was barely through, when the second hit, I sat
back on my heels, pulling her face to keep deep contact with my dick, my head
fell back as the second convulsion forced my hips forward, trying to bury my
dick deeper inside her. I let go of her hair as the final convulsion triggered,
gravity kept her face on my dick, she pulled back slowly but still caught the
third jet of semen in her mouth.
I laid my head back on the mat, letting my body come down. I could feel
her hair tickling the the inside of my right thigh, my ball sac, and my still
engorged penis. On the edge of my consciousness, I could her exhausted cough
as she tried to swallow/spit out my semen.
I rested in that position for a minute before standing up. Her head
fell off my lap and onto the mat, she was still on her knees though.
I stood up, and looked down at her. Her face was inches from my toes.
She was too weak to even change positions, so her ass stuck up in the air.
No winner until someone is taken.
I walked behind her to stare down at her upraised ass, I smiled to
myself. God, how I had wanted this woman. Unfortunately for Tara, I had
not lost my hard-on or my mental excitement. She had challenged me, winner
take all, and I wasn't about to leave unsatisfied.
I knelt between her calves, enjoyed the view of her firmly muscled
ass from up close. I ran my hands down her back, onto her ass, and down her
thighs. I reached around to the front juncture of hip and waist and pulled
her ass into my crotch. My dick ran up her covered ass crack. I rubbed myself
on her white spandex covered crack for a few seconds.
I ran my hands on her thighs, ass and small of her back again before I
reached just inside her spandex shorts and pulled them over hips, across her
ass and down her thighs. I lifted up one calf at a time to take them completely
off her body.
I looked down. It was a workout bodysuit that she was wearing. It
buttoned right over her crotch with two miniature green buttons. I wasn't in
the mood to be careful so I popped the buttons off. The strip running down her
ass crack sprung up and onto her lower back, leaving her pussy uncovered
to my inspection.
Her pussy was shaved clean, I gave a sigh of pleasure. I reached with
my right hand underneath to where her stomach ran down to her pussy, and felt
a perfectly shaped patch of pubic hair. I smiled beautifully.
I ran my fingers on her ultra-firm naked asscheeks, and studied a
stunningly beautiful pussy. Her pussy lips had no extra flesh to them, they
were also obviously puffy at the moment. She had a very pretty asshole.I pulled
her hips back onto my prick, I placed myself carefully; running between her
asscheeks. It was incredibly pleasurable, rubbing myself along the crack of
her ass, only the bottom of my dick got friction.
I backed up, and started running fingertips up and down her ass, her
thighs, and whatever part of her calves I could reach. I pushed my self forward
using my hips and dick on her ass to push her forward also. I ran small circles
on the inside of her knees. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into a 90
degree angle at her knees.
She was mine now, and I meant to play her out. I reached forward to
grab the body-suit and used it to pull her upper body up to me. Her hands came
off the floor and her back came into contact with my chest. I pulled the
bodysuit off her body harshly. After throwing it aside, I reached around her to
play with her breasts.
I bit, licked, nibbled on her neck, while alternating between
stroking her nipples, milking her breasts, running my hands down her tight
abs, to stroke through sparse pussy hair. At the same time, I would run my dick
up her asscrack, at times I would free my dick from her ass to run the head
along her pussylips. At first, I took the heat and moisture from her pussy to
be from the workout she'd been through, but I doubt that was the truth now.
Her breathing alternated between deep sighs, and short shallow breaths. It was
the only real sign of arousal, my dick was becoming covered with her juices but
I took that for sweat that could have just been sweat.
I pushed her upper body forward again, she went down on her elbows. I'd
had enough, I wanted her body furthered surrendered to me.
I started to carefully run my left thumb, up and down her labia. She
shuddered the first time. I stroked her lips and outer pussy incessantly. I
stayed away from her fully extended clit.
At a young age, I'd read the way to do this was to approach the clit
get as close as you can, and then move away. To continue to stroke and stroke,
everywhere around the clit never touching it. Eventually orgasm comes, but an
incomplete one. One of my other female friends had smiled at me when
I described this to her, saying that she was very peniscentric, and for her
any orgasm without a hard dick inside her was incomplete.
I wanted that now from Tara, an incomplete orgasm so I continued to
stroke her inner thighs, her outer lips, inner lips, in heartless motions
approaching but never contacting clit.
She came, and it was obviously incomplete. Her cries of pleasure were
unsure, as if she had tried to swallow them. She hadn't though, she was too
weak by now. She shuddered but towards my hand, as if in the middle of orgasm
the a more powerful had begun to build.
I smiled to myself. I repeated the process now with my right hand, she
whimpered. I didn't care, she was mine and this was my pleasure.
I stroked, fondled, caressed, every unforceful hand movement that
could be performed on open female genitalia.
I felt her sobbing in frustration now. She was sobbing reaching for
something that I wouldn't give her yet. Her body was on the other side of an
unfamiliar arousal.
I gave then, it was what I wanted, for her to bond herself even more
to me. I backed off of her holding my hard dick in my left hand preparing
myself as I started small circles with my right thumb on her clit.
Clockwise, counterclockwise, stroking up and then down.
She came hard, she threw her pussy into my hand amid violent
convulsions. After the second convulsion, I placed the head of my dick
carefully between her beautiful pussy lips, continuing to stroke her pussy,
on the fourth shuddering of her powerful frame, I impaled her pussy on my dick.
She was tight wet velvet. I reached around the inside of her hips, and
pulled her back to me trying to imbed myself deeper into her. I pulled back
completely out of her so that only the tip of my dickhead was keeping her
pussylips spread, and pulled her hips powerfully onto my body again. I
pushed/pulled her away to the same position and this time combined a pull from
my arms and the driving force of my hips.
She came again even more violently than the last one.
I was motionless enjoying the flood of wetness, and the gripping and
releasing pressure that was her contractions were giving my dick.
I waited until she was done with her orgasm, inside I could feel the
dark part of myself smile remorselessly down at her.
"Finish her!" cried the voice at the depth of my soul.
And I did.
I don't really remember the next half-hour.
I remember alternating strokes, that's about it.
I remember starting with the 10 beat count.
Pulling back until the tip of dickhead is splitting her lips open,
forward enough just to get the entire dickhead inside her, and half and inch of
the penis body. Pull back again until I'm in the original position, splitting
her pussylips with the triangular tip of my dick.
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
I'm splitting her pussylips again, her hips weaved restlessly, she
wanted more. I gave it to her.
I power my body forward in one vicious thrust into her pussy, she
gives a small cry of satisfaction.
I pull out again splitting her pussylips.
I repeat the short stroke.
I hear give a cry of frustration, The remorseless smile get wider.
I repeat the short strokes 8 times.
Then 2 punches to the depth of her pussy.
7 short strokes.
3 deep, powerful lunges.
She's louder now both in the satisfaction of the deep strokes and
the frustration at the shorter ones.
This continues up and down the stroke count.
I get to one short stroke, and give her 9 powerful ones.
I start laughing at the power of the situation floods my chest with
pleasure.
I stroke her deep into her 10 times. Powerfully rutting my dick into
her pussy.
I continue deep strokes beyond the 10.
At nineteen deep strokes, I hesitate her body on the razor's edge of
orgasm, only the tip of my dick is in contact with her pussy again.
She sobs, she's almost into her next orgasm.
The remorseless smile travels from deep inside me to touch my lips,
I penetrate my dickhead and a half-inch of penis beyond that and pull back out
again. Her body shudders in incomplete orgasm. She bangs her head into the
floor but I don't care.
My game.
My rules.
My victory.
I travel up the stroke line again.
8 deep, 2 short.
7 deep, 3 short.
At 7 short, the strokes change.
I settle into a steady pace of 7 and 7.
Somewhere in the middle of the 5th repetitions of 7 and 7's is where
my memory blanks out.
I remember the violence of my screwing into her increased, there
was no longer any rhythm to it though.
I would use my hips to power in and out of her.
I would combine hands and hips to give strokes more power.
I would use my hands and arms to stroke her pussy slowly on my dick.
I was on the other side of manhood, inside of deepest part of myself,
using pleasure to beat into further into Tara's psyche.
I heard her cry to me then.
"please"
I continued the use of my hands and arms to stroke my dick with wet,
warm velvet.
"please, mike."
I stopped my movement with my dick deep inside her.
"please cum" she cried quietly to me.
I forced her forward then.
I owned a poster once called 'Surrender', it was mindblowingly sexy.
It was called 'Surrender'. In it a female was on her knees wearing the most
torn up pair of jeans I have ever seen. Most of her upper body was on the
ground. Her face was to the left, her breast pushing into the ground, her
arms flat on the ground, her hands fisted in desire. Only her stomach, was not
on the ground. The position was amazing, with it she proclaimed the title of
the poster 'Surrender'. She had surrendered her body to the pleasure of her
lover.
I used my hips and hands to push Tara into this position.
I pushed her face into the mat, then her breasts. Her left hand was
inches from her face, her right arm extend forward.
Complete surrender of her body to me.
I put my hands on her shoulder blades to further push her into the
mat and started pumping myself to orgasm.
I could feel myself on the edge of orgasm and exhaustion but my dick
didn't care. I plunged in and out of her, gaining power and speed with each
stroke.
I wanted to cum now, but more I wanted her to cum again. I don't
know how many times or if she came while I was lost inside myself. But I wanted
her body to convulse around my dick one last time.
I felt it then, she came again. Her pussy flexed and unflexed around
my dick, and I growled and pumped faster.
I pumped deep into her, almost completely out of her and back into her
depths.
Finally, I shot myself deep inside her.
She came again. It was the strongest one that I had noticed. Her
body shuddered violently, but she had no strength left to make her body move.
Inside her pussy though, there was crushing pressure on my dick, release, and
then more crushing pressure. Every squeeze seemed to coincide with a shudder
of my own. My dick went from unfeeling to hypersensitive at the beginning of
my orgasm and every squeeze on my dickhead through me a little higher into
pleasure.
She stopped.
I stopped.
She slid forward, I followed with my dick still inside her. She lay
on her stomach, I lay on her back. My dick anti-climacticly slipped quietly
out of her pussy. She gave an involuntary shudder, and her pussy seemed
to squeeze trying to keep me inside her.
We lay with me on top her for a few minutes. Finally, I got up and
stared at her naked back, ass, and legs. She was drenched in her sweat and
arousal. I got up from in between her legs, picked up my shorts and started
dressing.
I walked over to my sweats and finished the job.
She hadn't moved.
I walked over to stare at the statuesque body again.
I smiled gently down at her.
I walked to stand to be able to look down at her face. Her left hand
was touching her face, her eyes were closed. I watched her for a few seconds,
realizing the deep breathing meant she was fast asleep.
I went down on one knee and stroked her hair away from face. I reached
down and kissed her temple.
I left her there in her own sweat and desire.
Sometimes, I miss the friendship Tara and I had. We were not true
friends, but there was something there an unwritten understanding of what
we both wanted from the other. I haven't replaced her companionship with
another yet.
I can get pretty melancholy about it, but only at work. At home, my
situation has changed for the better. Tara had asked me to move in with her,
and after much consideration I decided that I should.
She had been the one that had turned the friendship into a Master or
Slave situation. I could take some responsibility for not speaking about myself
to her, but she had never asked.
This afternoon, I found how much for the better my situation has
turned.
I got home to find an absolutely exquisite blonde on sitting on her
heels facing the front door, with a naked Tara standing behind her head. I
raised my eyebrow quizzically at Tara, she smiled gloriously at me. I inspected
the blonde.
She was truly stunning. She had a wealth of waist length blonde hair.
It had an enticing soft curl to it. She had jade green eyes, that stared up
at me in flourishing desire combating concern and fear. I stared back her
she looked away from me down at the floor, but in the instant before her
eyes broke contact I could see desire spike over concern and fear. Deep inside
a voice hummed appreciatively. She had perfect breast, or at least symmetrical
breasts which is perfect for me. They were the exact size for her frame, with
only a teenager's sag to them. She had a fit abs, that pointed toward a
magnificently trimmed BLONDE bush. I sigh in pleasure, blonde pubic hair is
akin to heaven for me. Her hands were resting on firm, almost muscular thighs.
I looked up at Tara, her smile had satisfaction in it. It was obvious that
I was more than pleased but still wondered what was going on.
No, I'm not stupid. I'm just unassuming.
I walked to stand in front of the blonde. Her knees parted almost
instinctuallly. I took another step forward. I saw Tara look down at the blonde
and push her forward with her knee. The blonde flowed.
I have some command of the English language, so this word was not
carelessly chosen. There really is not better word to describe what she did.
This blonde flowed from sitting on her heels, to kneeling with her
faces three inches from my pant covered dick. In the same motion, her hands
came up to work carefully on my belt, my pant hook, and my zipper. Her fingers
slipped inside the elastic of my jockeys and with constant pressure gently
pushed my underwear and pants around my ankles. She hesitated there, looked up
at Tara unsure of herself. Something passed between them. The girl, she
couldn't be any older than twenty, reached underneath the pants to untie my
shoes and pull them off my feet. She pushed my socks, underwear, and pants of
my lower body. Every movement was a small ballet. Finally, she flowed back up
to her knees and went nose to head with my dick. I hardened until my dick was
pushing into her face. She reached up to hold encircle it with her small hand
at it's base. She made a careful study of it, as if unsure where to start.
She looked up at Tara with my dick an inch from her lips, and smiled what
seemed to be a 'thank you.' She carefully extended her tongue to lick up the
drop of pre-cum that had escaped my dick. She brought her tongue inside her
mouth and closed her eyes luxuriously. She opened them, looked up at me. She
kept a hungry eye contact with me as she extended her tongue again. This time
to wet my entire dickhead with her saliva. She tasted every part of my dick,
with every part of her tongue as if seeking the tastebuds that would let her
enjoy the taste of dick most. She did this to my balls also.
Finally, Tara reached down to hold her face in place. Tara reached down
grabbed my dick halfway down the stem, and pushed the blondes face onto me.
The girl opened her mouth and accepted me inside her. Tara let go of my dick
as soon as the girl had my head inside her mouth and used two hands on each
side of the girl's face to fuck the girl's face onto my dick.
The girl took all of me into her mouth, and in her throat. She kept
me for seconds, I could almost feel her desire spiking even higher. Tara pulled
the girl's face so that only my dickhead was in her mouth, the girl took a long
shuddering breath, and convulsed.
Tara looked up at me and smiled, the girl had come with nothing more
than one deep stroke into her mouth.
Tara took a step forward then, so that her hips were directly behind
the blondes head. She reached down and dug nails into the side of my hips. She
is still somewhat aggressive, but knows how far I will allow her to go. I can't
be pushed, but I'm a lenient master. She then used her hips to stroke the girl
mouth on my dick, and off again. She leaned down to give me her lips to take.
She's taller than me by six inches, so this little stunt must have been
uncomfortable for her. Not to mention the blonde, she was forced suck my dick
at a pace dictated by Tara's hip motion.
I didn't much care though. My hands came up to play with Tara's
nipples. Slow, careful circles were a great weakness of hers, it was no
different now as a gasp escaped her into my mouth.
Tara kept the girl on a steady rhythm with her hips. Finally, she
stopped her hip motion and pushed the girl to the side, only to kneel next
to her. She took my dick out of the girl's mouth, and gave it a slow tongue
bath. She gave it back to the blonde's loving ministrations. She let the girl
take a few plunges into her mouth, and took it back to take me deep inside her
own mouth.
This trading back and forth continued for a few minutes, until Tara
ran her hand along my abs and felt the beginning of my orgasm. She took my
dick away from the blonde, and took me down her throat. She sucked my dick at
a furious pace, helping me onto the other side of orgasm. I grabbed her face
and tried to plunge deep inside her but she fought me. I came with only my
dick inside her mouth.
I came hard, but I was angry. I enjoy coming deep inside a woman not
shallowly. She looked up at me, pleading an apology as she milked my dick with
her hands and suction from her mouth.
When she was sure I was done, she turned to the blonde and forced
the girl's head down beneath her own. She kissed down onto the blonde,
open-mouthed forcing the girl to accept my semen from Tara's mouth into her
own. The girl convulsed.
I felt my eyes widened. I didn't know who this girl was but she reacted
like no one I had ever seen to been the submissive.
The rest of the night made me thankful that it was a Friday night.
Tara led the blonde through her paces on my dick. The only time, I'd ever seen
anyone cum that much was when Tara was taken by me. Tara also made very that
I enjoyed her own body. She went so far as to take me in her very pretty
asshole while licking the blonde into another orgasm.
Like I said, I used to be melancholy about the loss of a friend, but
Tara is constantly trying to make sure her Master has very little time for
anything but sexual pleasure.