1st Time with Jack. Part 2
Part 2.
I lay on the bench feeling broken, crying softly, my body aching all over. I put my hand between my legs, gently toughing my swollen lips, painful to touch, lumpy, stinging, my fingers came away wet, I looked at them, covered in a thick clear slime, a slight red twinge in it. I realised it was discharge from my orgasm, and a little blood from where the clips had broken the skin of my labia. I had mixed feelings, it had been extremely erotic, the orgasms were the best i'd ever had, deep, powerful releases, almost spiritual, but I also felt broken, definitely used, like a slab of tenderised meat. my fingers traced the raised welts on my pubic mound and lower belly, they were thick, and angry. everywhere I touched stung. I got up slowly and walked to the closest mirror. my body was a mass of red whip marks, my cuntlips looked deformed, grotesquely swollen, and blackening to the same colour as my mangled tits. I could see several small cuts on them, from the metal teeth where the clips had torn free. my eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying, my face a mess from ruined make up. my body had been tortured from neck to knee. I collected my shoes and dress, then walked back through the cellar, and slowly climbed the stairs. he was sitting on the sofa sipping a goblet of red wine as I entered the living room. "You're beautiful Karen, turn around for me, very slowly please. Let me look at you." I put my clothes on a chair, then turned in front of him, displaying his handiwork, feeling strangely proud of myself. "Come sit" he offered, I sat beside him on the sofa. there was a large glass of milk on the coffee table, and a 2 litre bottle. "Drink the milk, then refill the glass." he ordered. I drank it, it was soothing on my throat, then I refilled the glass, "Drink that as well. keep drinking until the bottle is empty." I drank the 2nd glass, it was filling and I was becoming bloated from it. I looked at him, my eyes pleading. he reached over and grabbed my right tit, squeezing it hard, I cried out, my bruised tit hurting. "Drink the fucking milk." I drank it down, he refilled the glass and made to grab my tit again, I moved it away and drank the milk quickly. he chuckled, then kept refilling the glass until the bottle was empty. he sat there watching me, slowly sipping his wine, his eyes devouring my battered body, my stomach felt bloated, my head hanging, not meeting his gaze, I could feel the displeasure of a full bladder, I had drunk his piss, a bottle of water, and now 2 litres of milk. the pressure was becoming unbearable, and I was squirming my thighs together painful as that was, not daring to speak. the minutes passed slowly, him watching, enjoying my discomfort as he slowly sipped his wine. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, I felt like I was going to burst, then he finished the last of his wine. he stood, picked up the empty milk glass and said, "Come." I followed down the hallway, he opened a door and into a huge, very opulent bathroom. white tiles, a huge bathtub, and a large shower stall, he pushed me into the shower stall, and squatted in front of me, holding the glass between my legs, close to my cunt, "Now piss for me Karen". he said. it took several seconds for it to come, I felt embarrassed, and humiliated, then the flow started, yellow and strong smelling, I quickly filled the large glass, the rest going down the drain. he stood up, showing me the glass full of my piss, "kneel down." he ordered, I began to cry, he reach between my legs and pinched my labia, "Owwww" I yelled, "Kneel down Karen", I dropped to my knees, he grabbed my hair, pulling it back tilting my head, "Open wide", I did, and he started pouring my foul piss into my open mouth "Drink. or i'll hurt you" he threatened. I scrunched up my face and swallowed, trying not to taste it. I could see he was enjoying my discomfort, as he poured more into my mouth, his erection was huge, hard, his cock bouncing. I coughed and spluttered, but he managed to pour almost the entire large glass of my piss into my mouth with minimal spillage. "Excellent". he said, "Now for some more" he aimed his cock at my open mouth, and then he was pissing into it, "Swallow it bitch" I gulped it down quickly, in between swallows he directed the stream all over my face and hair, then back to my mouth. I was covered in piss, then as the stream weakened, he pushed his cock into my mouth. he grabbed my hair in both hands, holding my head tightly in position, his cock still dribbling piss as he forced it into my throat. his cock was big, very big, it hurt my throat as he push it in, pulling my head forward at the same time. his cock was filling my throat, stretching it, forcing deeper, I was choking, gagging, I looked up at him, tears running down my cheeks, "Yeah, give me those fucking eyes, you dirty cunt." he growled, fucking his cock into me, r****g my throat. I gagged and regurgitated a huge gush of piss and milk, around his cock and out of my mouth, " Fuck yeah" he said, pulling his cock out and slapping my face hard, then ramming it back in, deeper, again a flood of liquid erupted around his cock, splashing him and coating his balls with the mixture, this time instead of pulling out he pushed deeper, hi dripping balls slapping on my chin, holding me tight on his cock as I spewed around it. "Yeah, keep on it slut.", he fucked it in and out about 3", as I continued gagging, choking the milky, piss out of me. occasionally slapping me in the face, very hard, and very loud, occasionally catching a handful of the foul liquid and smearing on my face and in my hair. he fucked my face for over 20 minutes without cumming, I was dry retching by the end, covered in vile smelling slime, my face red and stinging from the constant slapping. totally humiliated, degraded. my throat raw, and aching. disgusted that I had orgasmed twice during the ordeal. he was slowly rubbing his cock all over my face, " You filthy fucking slut, I own your mouth, cocksucker. Dirty fuck pig, Without this you are just a worthless cunt." I was broken, I felt exactly how he described me, I knelt there sobbing weakly, his filth dripping from my face and hair. " Get up." I struggled to my feet as he pulled on my hair. then he turned the shower on, I just stood there while he soaped me, washing the filth from my sore body, he was gentle, not trying to hurt me now, washing my hair clean, my face, my tender bruised body, rinsing me with a soft sponge, the soapy water soothing. then he was patting me dry, with a soft fluffy towel, careful on my breasts, and between my legs. he led me naked to a warm bedroom, lay me down gently onto crisp cotton sheets, and for the first time, kissed me, softly, his tongue exploring my mouth, filling it with the taste of red wine. he opened a drawer, and took out a small container of salve, he began applying it to my body, it was instantly soothing, his touch infinitely gentle, he covered every area on the front of me that his punishments had touched. "Roll over Karen." I did so, and applied the salve to my back, arse, and thighs. his touch almost erotic, I felt a stirring between my legs, Damn, I thought, I really am a slut. he noticed my wetness, as he worked the salve between my legs, massaging it onto my swollen labia, "You're magnificent." he said. he rolled me onto my back again, gently parted my legs, positioned himself carefully between them, very careful to hold himself up, not touching my broken body, his cock was rampant, twitching, he massaged the head between my cuntlips, I winced, but raised myself up at the same time, capturing the head just inside my dripping entrance, then he thrust slowly forward, I gasped as he entered me, so big, spreading me open, stretching me, I couldn't help myself, I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him hard into me, his cock impaled me, and I cried out as his pubic bone ground against my swollen labia and clit, and then he was fucking me, pumping his thick warm meat deep with each stroke, my cunt creaming on his shaft, as it always does on a very thick cock, I was arching my back, thrusting up to meet him, the pain in my cunt taking on a new dimension with each crushing lunge, my belly started to tremble, he increased his tempo, his heavy balls slapping my arsehole, I started growling, deep inside my chest, my cunt tightened around his cock, he was slamming full length strokes into me, the pain now an exquisite tingle as it joined with other, more pleasurable sensations, then forgetting himself, he grabbed both my tits, squeezing them hard and using them to drag himself into me for his final few strokes, ii gasped, the pain taking me over the edge, my cunt gripped his cock hard, then released as a flood of juice flushed around his cock, splashing his tightening balls, then the warmth of his thick, powerful spurts of cum splashed my cervix, it kept my orgasm going, his fingers still digging into my tits, pain and pleasure overwhelming me, he was grunting, still thrusting as his cock spurted, I could feel every inch of him, my cunt tightly clutching the full length of his thrusting cock. and then it over, we both lay there panting, sweaty, ragged breathing. he realised he was still gripping my tits, and quickly released them, which funnily enough, really fuck'en hurt. he pulled out of me, and I felt his cum, dribble down over my arsehole, there was a lot of it. suddenly I was sore again, but completely sated, and too exhausted to really care, it had been a big night. he got off the bed, leant down and kissed me softly. it was 1am, according to the digital clock on the side table. "Sleep now Karen, i'll see you in the morning." then he quietly left the room. I was asleep almost instantly.
I was woken by him entering the room, the digital clock showed 9am. he was carrying a tray, breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, cocktail sausages, thick toast with butter, and a mug of steaming coffee. I realised I was famished. I sat up gingerly, god, my whole body was aching, the bruises had set, a dirty black colour, edged in red. there were a lot of them. the welts had risen also, every one of them. he put the tray down, "Enjoy, darling." he said, and quietly left the room. I sat there devouring the food, relishing the hot coffee, I was on the last piece of toast when he came back in with my bag. he put it down waited for me to finish, then took the tray away, returning with a second cup of hot coffee, he sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at me as I sipped it. then opened the bedside drawer and took out the salve again. I put the coffee down, and laid back down as he gently applied it to my needy areas, then turned over so he could do my back. once again I got juiced up between the legs at his soothing touch. "You're incredible." he laughed. that made me giggle, he was very handsome, especially when he laughed. "Use the bathroom when you're ready." he said and left. I lay there for several minutes feeling absolutely contented, then realised I needed the bathroom. I thought about dressing, but decided against it. I walked naked to the bathroom and pee'd, it stung coming out, but that was expected. then I saw there was a new toothbrush, and toothpaste near the sink, and a hairbrush, I used all three, then felt almost normal. I looked in the mirror, he had really worked me over, I turned to get a partial view of my back, it looked like a roadmap, lol. I was feeling pretty proud of myself, and more than a little horny. I walked back to the living room, slowly, he was on the sofa, his eyes watching me, I stood in front of him, my legs slightly apart, turning slowly, letting he see how he had marked my body, I noticed his growing bulge, and knelt down and started undoing his pants, he lifted up as I slid them off. I stroked his thickening cock, as I licked and sucked wetly on his big hairy balls, he groaned, I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft before taking the head into my mouth, working my tongue under his foreskin and swirling it around his knob, "Fuck Karen." he said, I giggled with his cock in my mouth, then started taking it into my throat, sucking it and working my tongue on it as I did. my fingernails scratching lightly on his balls. I sucked him enthusiastically for several minutes, then took his cock out, stroking it as I looked up at him. "Fuck me in the arse" I said, then turned, leaned over the coffee table, reached back and pulled my arsecheeks apart, offering him my hole. he was behind me in an instant, I felt him dribble spit into my crack, then his cock spreading it on my hole, then he was pushing into me, my anus expanding, reaching it's limit, then a painful pressure as it expanded more, much more, before the big head plopped inside, then his weight as he leaned over me, pushing deeper, I moaned loudly, moving back onto it, gritting my teeth as it filled me, met a barrier, then pushed through it, god he was big, and finally felt his balls against my labia, he started to fuck me, short pumps deep inside, I moaned again as they lengthened, his fucking increasing in tempo, and then he was fucking me fully, his cock pistoning, occasionally popping free from my clutching hole, only to slam back in, balls deep, I raised up slightly of the coffee table, found his hands and brought them to my tits, "Squeeze them" I gasped, he didn't need to be told twice, as he dug his fingers into them, "Oh fuck yessss", I cried out, my hand shot between my legs, fingers finding and squeezing my bruised clit, he fucked my arse like he was possessed, his hands working my tits the way he had at the very beginning, almost twisting them off, my fingers alternating between rubbing and squeezing my throbbing clit, I came in a rush, no build up at all, just a powerful spasming deep inside my cunt, unknowingly my fingernails clawing at my swollen labia as it overtook me. he grunted at the clutching of my arse around his cock, but he kept fucking it, I was spent, like a rag doll, he kept going, tearing at my tits, his weight driving my pelvis into the edge of the coffee table, minutes past as he fucked me like a best, then he sunk his cock deep, shaking as he emptied his balls deep into my bowels. he collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged, I had the biggest smile on my face. I felt him withdraw his cock, it made a wet plopping sound as it pulled free of me. he flopped onto the sofa, I turned, smiled and crawled between his legs, taking his glistening cock into my mouth and licking and sucking it clean. he started laughing, "You're fucking insatiable, not to mention, really fucking good at it." I smiled at him, "You're pretty good yourself.", he stroked my hair as I nuzzled against his spent cock. we stayed like that for quite a while, then got up and showered together, soaping each other, then later drying each other. we both dressed, then he took me out to a café for a late lunch. we chatted about Friday night, discussing each aspect of it, dissecting it. he asked if there was anything I didn't like about it, but it turns out I liked it all, even the throat fucking till I spewed around his cock, and of course he liked it all as well. he asked if I was okay, I assured him I was. we talked about meeting up again, and agreed it was a must, he wants to further my limits, I can't wait. we discussed future torments he would subject me to, I told him about my needle and skewer fantasies, he was very interested. he told me about his desire to hang me by my tits, and his passion for hole stretching, large inserts, and of course there would be much whipping and caning again. we skirted the topic of introducing others into our "play". deciding against it for now. the afternoon dragged on, and soon it was time to head back. when we got back, he had to pee, I quickly stripped and followed him into the bathroom, took his hand, led him into the shower, kneeled down and opened my mouth wide, head tilted back, he just smiled, started pissing in my mouth, and I drank it all down. a small amount spilling onto my tits, I rubbed it into them, then I sucked his cock until he shot a massive, thick, creamy load into my mouth, I swirled it around, opened my mouth to show it to him, then swallowed it down. we settled on the sofa, each with a red wine, chatting. later heading to the bedroom, where he fucked me slowly, gently, lots of kissing, he shot his cum deep inside my cunt, I orgasmed twice, not violently. then he massaged salve into my body, still very tender, especially my tits. I slept solidly, awoke to another breakfast, pancakes and maple syrup, juice, and coffee. we fucked again after it, then I showered, and he applied the salve again. the morning was getting away from us, and I knew I had to leave soon. I was dressed in my tracksuit, and slip-on shoes, my dress and heels in my bag, the stockings were ruined, and he wanted to keep my panties. "Just one thing before you leave Karen". he walked into his room and came out with a straight backed chair, and a thin whippy cane. "Take off your top, and sit on this chair facing backwards." he instructed. "There's just the small matter of the spilled piss on Friday night to clear up before you go." he smiled as he said, I took of my top, smiling as well as I compliantly sat in the chair, he grabbed my tits, lifting them and pulling tight against the chair back, before dr****g my tits over it, he told me to grab the bottom of the chair back, which I did. "Now I want you to listen carefully, you must make no noise, grit your teeth and bare it, also if your hands move of the chair, I will tie them behind your back and start again, understand?", I nodded. "Tilt your head back." I did, he swished the cane, then rested it across both tits, high up on them. Thwack, I bit down hard, gasping, the pain instant and powerful, he struck again, just below the first, hard stinging blows, instantly stripping my bruised tits, 8 more equally hard followed the first 2, the final stroke hitting both nipples. he watched me carefully, waiting to see if I broke. I didn't, a tear rolled down my cheek as I held my mouth closed, my hands remaining gripping the chair. my tits were on fire, the painful stings burned deeply into them, I looked down, 9 bright red welts, perfectly placed, close together, had risen starkly on my already bruised tits, both nipples now hugely erect, bright pink, throbbing in pain. "There something to remember on the drive home, Karen." I stood, put on my top, picked up my bag, and he walked me a short distance to my car. kissed the top of my forehead. "We'll talk later." then he turned and walked off. I got in my car, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I started up and began the long journey home, my tits throbbing, but once again wet between the legs.
I lay on the bench feeling broken, crying softly, my body aching all over. I put my hand between my legs, gently toughing my swollen lips, painful to touch, lumpy, stinging, my fingers came away wet, I looked at them, covered in a thick clear slime, a slight red twinge in it. I realised it was discharge from my orgasm, and a little blood from where the clips had broken the skin of my labia. I had mixed feelings, it had been extremely erotic, the orgasms were the best i'd ever had, deep, powerful releases, almost spiritual, but I also felt broken, definitely used, like a slab of tenderised meat. my fingers traced the raised welts on my pubic mound and lower belly, they were thick, and angry. everywhere I touched stung. I got up slowly and walked to the closest mirror. my body was a mass of red whip marks, my cuntlips looked deformed, grotesquely swollen, and blackening to the same colour as my mangled tits. I could see several small cuts on them, from the metal teeth where the clips had torn free. my eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying, my face a mess from ruined make up. my body had been tortured from neck to knee. I collected my shoes and dress, then walked back through the cellar, and slowly climbed the stairs. he was sitting on the sofa sipping a goblet of red wine as I entered the living room. "You're beautiful Karen, turn around for me, very slowly please. Let me look at you." I put my clothes on a chair, then turned in front of him, displaying his handiwork, feeling strangely proud of myself. "Come sit" he offered, I sat beside him on the sofa. there was a large glass of milk on the coffee table, and a 2 litre bottle. "Drink the milk, then refill the glass." he ordered. I drank it, it was soothing on my throat, then I refilled the glass, "Drink that as well. keep drinking until the bottle is empty." I drank the 2nd glass, it was filling and I was becoming bloated from it. I looked at him, my eyes pleading. he reached over and grabbed my right tit, squeezing it hard, I cried out, my bruised tit hurting. "Drink the fucking milk." I drank it down, he refilled the glass and made to grab my tit again, I moved it away and drank the milk quickly. he chuckled, then kept refilling the glass until the bottle was empty. he sat there watching me, slowly sipping his wine, his eyes devouring my battered body, my stomach felt bloated, my head hanging, not meeting his gaze, I could feel the displeasure of a full bladder, I had drunk his piss, a bottle of water, and now 2 litres of milk. the pressure was becoming unbearable, and I was squirming my thighs together painful as that was, not daring to speak. the minutes passed slowly, him watching, enjoying my discomfort as he slowly sipped his wine. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, I felt like I was going to burst, then he finished the last of his wine. he stood, picked up the empty milk glass and said, "Come." I followed down the hallway, he opened a door and into a huge, very opulent bathroom. white tiles, a huge bathtub, and a large shower stall, he pushed me into the shower stall, and squatted in front of me, holding the glass between my legs, close to my cunt, "Now piss for me Karen". he said. it took several seconds for it to come, I felt embarrassed, and humiliated, then the flow started, yellow and strong smelling, I quickly filled the large glass, the rest going down the drain. he stood up, showing me the glass full of my piss, "kneel down." he ordered, I began to cry, he reach between my legs and pinched my labia, "Owwww" I yelled, "Kneel down Karen", I dropped to my knees, he grabbed my hair, pulling it back tilting my head, "Open wide", I did, and he started pouring my foul piss into my open mouth "Drink. or i'll hurt you" he threatened. I scrunched up my face and swallowed, trying not to taste it. I could see he was enjoying my discomfort, as he poured more into my mouth, his erection was huge, hard, his cock bouncing. I coughed and spluttered, but he managed to pour almost the entire large glass of my piss into my mouth with minimal spillage. "Excellent". he said, "Now for some more" he aimed his cock at my open mouth, and then he was pissing into it, "Swallow it bitch" I gulped it down quickly, in between swallows he directed the stream all over my face and hair, then back to my mouth. I was covered in piss, then as the stream weakened, he pushed his cock into my mouth. he grabbed my hair in both hands, holding my head tightly in position, his cock still dribbling piss as he forced it into my throat. his cock was big, very big, it hurt my throat as he push it in, pulling my head forward at the same time. his cock was filling my throat, stretching it, forcing deeper, I was choking, gagging, I looked up at him, tears running down my cheeks, "Yeah, give me those fucking eyes, you dirty cunt." he growled, fucking his cock into me, r****g my throat. I gagged and regurgitated a huge gush of piss and milk, around his cock and out of my mouth, " Fuck yeah" he said, pulling his cock out and slapping my face hard, then ramming it back in, deeper, again a flood of liquid erupted around his cock, splashing him and coating his balls with the mixture, this time instead of pulling out he pushed deeper, hi dripping balls slapping on my chin, holding me tight on his cock as I spewed around it. "Yeah, keep on it slut.", he fucked it in and out about 3", as I continued gagging, choking the milky, piss out of me. occasionally slapping me in the face, very hard, and very loud, occasionally catching a handful of the foul liquid and smearing on my face and in my hair. he fucked my face for over 20 minutes without cumming, I was dry retching by the end, covered in vile smelling slime, my face red and stinging from the constant slapping. totally humiliated, degraded. my throat raw, and aching. disgusted that I had orgasmed twice during the ordeal. he was slowly rubbing his cock all over my face, " You filthy fucking slut, I own your mouth, cocksucker. Dirty fuck pig, Without this you are just a worthless cunt." I was broken, I felt exactly how he described me, I knelt there sobbing weakly, his filth dripping from my face and hair. " Get up." I struggled to my feet as he pulled on my hair. then he turned the shower on, I just stood there while he soaped me, washing the filth from my sore body, he was gentle, not trying to hurt me now, washing my hair clean, my face, my tender bruised body, rinsing me with a soft sponge, the soapy water soothing. then he was patting me dry, with a soft fluffy towel, careful on my breasts, and between my legs. he led me naked to a warm bedroom, lay me down gently onto crisp cotton sheets, and for the first time, kissed me, softly, his tongue exploring my mouth, filling it with the taste of red wine. he opened a drawer, and took out a small container of salve, he began applying it to my body, it was instantly soothing, his touch infinitely gentle, he covered every area on the front of me that his punishments had touched. "Roll over Karen." I did so, and applied the salve to my back, arse, and thighs. his touch almost erotic, I felt a stirring between my legs, Damn, I thought, I really am a slut. he noticed my wetness, as he worked the salve between my legs, massaging it onto my swollen labia, "You're magnificent." he said. he rolled me onto my back again, gently parted my legs, positioned himself carefully between them, very careful to hold himself up, not touching my broken body, his cock was rampant, twitching, he massaged the head between my cuntlips, I winced, but raised myself up at the same time, capturing the head just inside my dripping entrance, then he thrust slowly forward, I gasped as he entered me, so big, spreading me open, stretching me, I couldn't help myself, I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him hard into me, his cock impaled me, and I cried out as his pubic bone ground against my swollen labia and clit, and then he was fucking me, pumping his thick warm meat deep with each stroke, my cunt creaming on his shaft, as it always does on a very thick cock, I was arching my back, thrusting up to meet him, the pain in my cunt taking on a new dimension with each crushing lunge, my belly started to tremble, he increased his tempo, his heavy balls slapping my arsehole, I started growling, deep inside my chest, my cunt tightened around his cock, he was slamming full length strokes into me, the pain now an exquisite tingle as it joined with other, more pleasurable sensations, then forgetting himself, he grabbed both my tits, squeezing them hard and using them to drag himself into me for his final few strokes, ii gasped, the pain taking me over the edge, my cunt gripped his cock hard, then released as a flood of juice flushed around his cock, splashing his tightening balls, then the warmth of his thick, powerful spurts of cum splashed my cervix, it kept my orgasm going, his fingers still digging into my tits, pain and pleasure overwhelming me, he was grunting, still thrusting as his cock spurted, I could feel every inch of him, my cunt tightly clutching the full length of his thrusting cock. and then it over, we both lay there panting, sweaty, ragged breathing. he realised he was still gripping my tits, and quickly released them, which funnily enough, really fuck'en hurt. he pulled out of me, and I felt his cum, dribble down over my arsehole, there was a lot of it. suddenly I was sore again, but completely sated, and too exhausted to really care, it had been a big night. he got off the bed, leant down and kissed me softly. it was 1am, according to the digital clock on the side table. "Sleep now Karen, i'll see you in the morning." then he quietly left the room. I was asleep almost instantly.
I was woken by him entering the room, the digital clock showed 9am. he was carrying a tray, breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, cocktail sausages, thick toast with butter, and a mug of steaming coffee. I realised I was famished. I sat up gingerly, god, my whole body was aching, the bruises had set, a dirty black colour, edged in red. there were a lot of them. the welts had risen also, every one of them. he put the tray down, "Enjoy, darling." he said, and quietly left the room. I sat there devouring the food, relishing the hot coffee, I was on the last piece of toast when he came back in with my bag. he put it down waited for me to finish, then took the tray away, returning with a second cup of hot coffee, he sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at me as I sipped it. then opened the bedside drawer and took out the salve again. I put the coffee down, and laid back down as he gently applied it to my needy areas, then turned over so he could do my back. once again I got juiced up between the legs at his soothing touch. "You're incredible." he laughed. that made me giggle, he was very handsome, especially when he laughed. "Use the bathroom when you're ready." he said and left. I lay there for several minutes feeling absolutely contented, then realised I needed the bathroom. I thought about dressing, but decided against it. I walked naked to the bathroom and pee'd, it stung coming out, but that was expected. then I saw there was a new toothbrush, and toothpaste near the sink, and a hairbrush, I used all three, then felt almost normal. I looked in the mirror, he had really worked me over, I turned to get a partial view of my back, it looked like a roadmap, lol. I was feeling pretty proud of myself, and more than a little horny. I walked back to the living room, slowly, he was on the sofa, his eyes watching me, I stood in front of him, my legs slightly apart, turning slowly, letting he see how he had marked my body, I noticed his growing bulge, and knelt down and started undoing his pants, he lifted up as I slid them off. I stroked his thickening cock, as I licked and sucked wetly on his big hairy balls, he groaned, I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft before taking the head into my mouth, working my tongue under his foreskin and swirling it around his knob, "Fuck Karen." he said, I giggled with his cock in my mouth, then started taking it into my throat, sucking it and working my tongue on it as I did. my fingernails scratching lightly on his balls. I sucked him enthusiastically for several minutes, then took his cock out, stroking it as I looked up at him. "Fuck me in the arse" I said, then turned, leaned over the coffee table, reached back and pulled my arsecheeks apart, offering him my hole. he was behind me in an instant, I felt him dribble spit into my crack, then his cock spreading it on my hole, then he was pushing into me, my anus expanding, reaching it's limit, then a painful pressure as it expanded more, much more, before the big head plopped inside, then his weight as he leaned over me, pushing deeper, I moaned loudly, moving back onto it, gritting my teeth as it filled me, met a barrier, then pushed through it, god he was big, and finally felt his balls against my labia, he started to fuck me, short pumps deep inside, I moaned again as they lengthened, his fucking increasing in tempo, and then he was fucking me fully, his cock pistoning, occasionally popping free from my clutching hole, only to slam back in, balls deep, I raised up slightly of the coffee table, found his hands and brought them to my tits, "Squeeze them" I gasped, he didn't need to be told twice, as he dug his fingers into them, "Oh fuck yessss", I cried out, my hand shot between my legs, fingers finding and squeezing my bruised clit, he fucked my arse like he was possessed, his hands working my tits the way he had at the very beginning, almost twisting them off, my fingers alternating between rubbing and squeezing my throbbing clit, I came in a rush, no build up at all, just a powerful spasming deep inside my cunt, unknowingly my fingernails clawing at my swollen labia as it overtook me. he grunted at the clutching of my arse around his cock, but he kept fucking it, I was spent, like a rag doll, he kept going, tearing at my tits, his weight driving my pelvis into the edge of the coffee table, minutes past as he fucked me like a best, then he sunk his cock deep, shaking as he emptied his balls deep into my bowels. he collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged, I had the biggest smile on my face. I felt him withdraw his cock, it made a wet plopping sound as it pulled free of me. he flopped onto the sofa, I turned, smiled and crawled between his legs, taking his glistening cock into my mouth and licking and sucking it clean. he started laughing, "You're fucking insatiable, not to mention, really fucking good at it." I smiled at him, "You're pretty good yourself.", he stroked my hair as I nuzzled against his spent cock. we stayed like that for quite a while, then got up and showered together, soaping each other, then later drying each other. we both dressed, then he took me out to a café for a late lunch. we chatted about Friday night, discussing each aspect of it, dissecting it. he asked if there was anything I didn't like about it, but it turns out I liked it all, even the throat fucking till I spewed around his cock, and of course he liked it all as well. he asked if I was okay, I assured him I was. we talked about meeting up again, and agreed it was a must, he wants to further my limits, I can't wait. we discussed future torments he would subject me to, I told him about my needle and skewer fantasies, he was very interested. he told me about his desire to hang me by my tits, and his passion for hole stretching, large inserts, and of course there would be much whipping and caning again. we skirted the topic of introducing others into our "play". deciding against it for now. the afternoon dragged on, and soon it was time to head back. when we got back, he had to pee, I quickly stripped and followed him into the bathroom, took his hand, led him into the shower, kneeled down and opened my mouth wide, head tilted back, he just smiled, started pissing in my mouth, and I drank it all down. a small amount spilling onto my tits, I rubbed it into them, then I sucked his cock until he shot a massive, thick, creamy load into my mouth, I swirled it around, opened my mouth to show it to him, then swallowed it down. we settled on the sofa, each with a red wine, chatting. later heading to the bedroom, where he fucked me slowly, gently, lots of kissing, he shot his cum deep inside my cunt, I orgasmed twice, not violently. then he massaged salve into my body, still very tender, especially my tits. I slept solidly, awoke to another breakfast, pancakes and maple syrup, juice, and coffee. we fucked again after it, then I showered, and he applied the salve again. the morning was getting away from us, and I knew I had to leave soon. I was dressed in my tracksuit, and slip-on shoes, my dress and heels in my bag, the stockings were ruined, and he wanted to keep my panties. "Just one thing before you leave Karen". he walked into his room and came out with a straight backed chair, and a thin whippy cane. "Take off your top, and sit on this chair facing backwards." he instructed. "There's just the small matter of the spilled piss on Friday night to clear up before you go." he smiled as he said, I took of my top, smiling as well as I compliantly sat in the chair, he grabbed my tits, lifting them and pulling tight against the chair back, before dr****g my tits over it, he told me to grab the bottom of the chair back, which I did. "Now I want you to listen carefully, you must make no noise, grit your teeth and bare it, also if your hands move of the chair, I will tie them behind your back and start again, understand?", I nodded. "Tilt your head back." I did, he swished the cane, then rested it across both tits, high up on them. Thwack, I bit down hard, gasping, the pain instant and powerful, he struck again, just below the first, hard stinging blows, instantly stripping my bruised tits, 8 more equally hard followed the first 2, the final stroke hitting both nipples. he watched me carefully, waiting to see if I broke. I didn't, a tear rolled down my cheek as I held my mouth closed, my hands remaining gripping the chair. my tits were on fire, the painful stings burned deeply into them, I looked down, 9 bright red welts, perfectly placed, close together, had risen starkly on my already bruised tits, both nipples now hugely erect, bright pink, throbbing in pain. "There something to remember on the drive home, Karen." I stood, put on my top, picked up my bag, and he walked me a short distance to my car. kissed the top of my forehead. "We'll talk later." then he turned and walked off. I got in my car, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I started up and began the long journey home, my tits throbbing, but once again wet between the legs.
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