The Torturer

[Britwitch]

At first Katrina thought she had made a huge mistake. His lips left her flesh but no response came forth from him. Her body tensed ever so slightly. Her mind convinced, this was it, she'd broken some bizarre rule within his game and now she would have to pay the price for it.

Then came the tinkling sound of keys, preceded by the feeling and motion of him moving off of her. She was rolled slightly to the side, the cuffs on her wrists swiftly removed. She rubbed at them as she felt him moving to unlock her ankles, releasing them from the bar between them. She was free.

Her hands reached out tentatively, eyes still blind thanks to the blindfold. Lips parted slightly as she sought out his body. Then she found it. Fingertips connecting with warm, smooth skin. Running up the sides of his ribcage and up over his chest. Investigating, feeling, stroking. Her own sigh was matched with his almost instantly before she felt his lips pressing down against her.

Katrina felt him tugging at the blindfold, her eyes fluttering as they tried to focus, swiftly finding his face and another warm smile creeping onto her lips, curving them and brightening her eyes once more.
"There you are,"

She gasped quietly as he kissed her eyes, such a loving act, so unexpected. Then another kiss, gentle and slow, warm and soft. She sighed between their parted lips, her hands and arms moving to curl around his neck. That tiny part of her brain that was trying to remind her of why he was here and what he had already subjected her to was slowly growing quieter, over shadowed by the calls from the rest of her mind to submit, to give in, to be able to feel him, every inch of him.

His hips moved continously beneath him, pressing his shaft against her but never inside. Slipping back and forth against the slickness between her thighs but never finding it's mark. She groaned, arms moving once more to allow her hands to run down his back, feeling the muscle and strength within it as he held himself above her.
"You did so well, you've always done so well. You have no idea how proud I am of you."
"Thank you..." She smiled softly, even with the constantly building waves of frustration and desire running riot through her she couldn't help but react to his kind, complimentary words. "I...I am happy to have pleased you...Master..."

 

[poohlive]

"Of course you pleased me. You've done nothing but please your master. I could never be prouder."

He let his kisses trail. So soft now, so gentle against her skin. They were nothing like the ones he used the first day, nothing like what she experienced. He sighed gently as he felt her legs come up around him, curl around him as he pressed gently into her.

Their bodies shivered and quaked against each other. This dying need, this pulse driving each body to ecstacy. He could barely stand doing this to her, such torture for her. She had no release, only torture. The world nothing but pain and humiliation to her.

"You are mine now," He said, grazing her neck with his teeth, "I want you to know that. I own you, completely. I want to own you, I want you to give up your life. I want you to give up who you are and be with me."

He let his cock slide against her entrance, pressing in. The head pushed, bulging, daring to slip inside, wanting to feel her close around his cock, guide him further into her depths.

Her hands on him insistant, daring. He felt the touch like ice upon his skin, it burned deliciously.

"Give it up, give up Katrina. Give up your life. Become my whore, my cunt. Give it willingly. Not because I make you, not because I will hurt you. But because you want to. Give it up, become mine."

The cock pulsed now... so hard, so thick, so close to touching her core. The thrumming unable to stop, everything lost in that one touch.

 

[Britwitch]

"Of course you pleased me. You've done nothing but please your master. I could never be prouder."
Every kiss from his lips seemed to intensify the ever growing sensations within her. A burning, tingling feeling that was slowly but surely engulfing her entire body. A need. Katrina arched her back, legs lifting instinctively to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, always closer. She was a breath away from whimpering, pleading with him to slip within her, to let her feel what he had been denying her all along.

"You are mine now,"
A soft, almost purring, noise rose up from within her as his teeth dragged across the sensitive skin of her neck.
"I want you to know that. I own you, completely. I want to own you, I want you to give up your life. I want you to give up who you are and be with me."
"I..." Katrina whimpered, her fingers clutching at his hips, trying to guide him closer. The rounded head of his thick, throbbing shaft pressing insistently against her sex and yet never pushing past her lips.

"Give it up, give up Katrina. Give up your life. Become my whore, my cunt. Give it willingly. Not because I make you, not because I will hurt you. But because you want to. Give it up, become mine."
His words mingling with the sheer intensity of the feelings running through her almost sent Katrina over the edge. The way he spoke to her, about her. It touched something within her, something that seemed to have been slowly awakening ever since he'd stepped inside her home.
"Yes...yes please...please take me...m-make me yours...Master..." She said huskily into his ear as the lust and desire flooded her mind, her lips brushing his neck before connecting with his, kissing him with increasing passion.
The part of her that had resisted and fought had suddenly grown silent.

 

[poohlive]

His cock twinged at her answer, at the look of half filled lust in her eyes when she spoke such words. Her hands all over his body, feeling every inch, caressing even as her body shook with the building pleasure. She wanted to touch him, to feel every part of him.

He grabbed her hips, and then slowly slid into her. The passage enveloped him, sweet and careful swallowing him whole. He watched her take it, watched the walls of her cunt expand, bulge out, offer him just the hint of resistance, and then slide him home deep inside.

The hardest of moans took him as he lay inside of her, sweating, hard, his entire body concentrated just at the points where they both touched. Electrifying, seperate and eternal in everything that was done.

When he felt her move on him, when she adjusted and began to move herself on his cock, he took hold of her legs. First one and then the other, bringing them up to his shoulders, bending her in half, watching the look on her face as he grabbed them, forcing himself inside further.

His movement hard now, pushing. When he started he never faltered, his cock plunging into her depths with each fierce stroke. His entire body hitting her, thumping into her, cutting through everything to reach into her cunt as hard as he could.

 

[Britwitch]

Katrina cried out softly as he slid inside her. Feeling her sex gripping him, guiding him deeper. Resisting ever so slightly as he pushed steadily deeper. Her body tensed, arms clinging to him as his moan sent a shiver down her spine. Such a simple sound and yet it touched something so deep within her. Both of their bodies as close as they could be, connected, entwined.

She trembled as their eyes met, her body shifting, her hips rocking slowly against his. His hands moved her legs, up over his shoulders, pushing her down into the bed, bending her body, moving her exactly as he wished. Suddenly his movements grew harsher, faster. His strokes hard, almost punishing. Pounding deep inside her tight sex. Each thrust making her groan and whimper as he took her. Claiming her entirely as his.

She felt trapped beneath him, his hold was too strong, his momentum too steady for her to even think of trying to stop him and yet that simple fact made everything seem so very much more intense. Her sex growing wetter and wetter, her clit aching and throbbing as his pelvis slammed against it again and again.
His thick shaft touching her deeper than she'd ever been touched before. Her hands lying by her sides, fingers gripping the bedsheets within her fists.
"Oh...oh God..." She mumbled, her eyes fluttering and heart racing as he used her body as no other had done.

 

[poohlive]

It felt like some sweet punishment, riding her through pleasure and pain, bringing her so much of both. He overloaded her system, overloading everything from her, his constant touch, constant pressure, eager diving. The world became a sudden loss, only attached to their bodies rutting against each other.

The bed banged against the back wall, softly at first, some sweet creaking of a rocking chair. Then it became harder, more insistant. The bed slammed into the wall, plaster falling to the ground, boards giving way, the sounds became harsh and straining.

He cried out into her skin, as he felt himself lose it. The feeling dove into his cock, placed entirely inside as he held it in tight. A moment of weakness, his scream dying on her flesh.

Then, his cum shot deep inside. It covered her pulsing cunt walls with his hot white seed. Several spasms ran through him, pushing it as deep as he could, he didn't let go, he couldn't let go.

His cock, spent, throbbing as it leaked the last of him inside of her, continued to stay hard. It refused to go down, as if wanting to stay inside of her, needing those warm delicious walls around it.

 

[Britwitch]

Katrina was lost within a swirling mass of pleasurable sensations. The release, the sheer thrill of feeling him inside her after being teased and stimulated for so very long seemed more intense than anything she could have imagined. Her hips attempted to keep up with his, her sex gripping him, massaging him with every thrust inside.

An endless stream of whimpered sounds and moans leaving her parted lips, her mind swamped with the conflicting waves of discomfort and delight that were ripping through her. Her eyes were fixed on his face, watching his own pleasure written undeniably across it. The bed was shifting in time with their bodies, the sound adding to those their bodies were producing, the sounds of skin hitting skin, sounds of pleasure, sounds of submission.

As his body tightened over her, Katrina placed her arms around his neck, her own body exploding moments before his did. Her quivering sex clutching tight around his shaft as he came. Her body shaking beneath his as her hips bucked and jerked up towards him, drawing him deeper still, ensuring every spurt of his seed was taken deep inside. His cry as he came sending a shiver down her spine.

There was silence, after the crashing sounds of the bed and of their bodies animalistic connection it was almost deafening. Katrina lay trembling beneath him, her eyes sparkling and skin flushed. His shaft still buried within her, hard and thick. She tried to think of something to say but her pleasure fogged mind refused to co-operate and so she lifted herself up a little and kissed him. Softly and gently, her lips caressing his for a moment before she pulled back a little to meet his eyes once more.
"Are...are you alright...?" She asked tentatively.

 

[poohlive]

Still those soft caresses, still those hushed words of comfort. No matter what he did, no matter how forceful he became she responded in nothing but kindness. He just stared at her a moment, confused, bewildered. He had never been so unsure of what he was doing before, what all of this meant.

It was her punishment, and she loved it. She needed it, she craved more.

He kissed her back, lips trickling on her flushed skin, "I'm fine. I'm wonderful. You make me very pleased."

And with that he left her. His cock spilled out amongst their juices, the feeling of longing as he released himself from her depths. She seemed to want him to stay, thrusting one last before he left.

"Get cleaned up," He ordered, that sternness in his voice returning, "And your toys are waiting for you."

The clamps, the plug, the razor. She still wore her collar, the word cunt emboldened upon her skin, gracing her neck with such a caress as only a master could give.

Breakfast would be waiting, so would the cards. They had one more card before another draw. She had much more waiting for her, much more in store.

"Hurry up, My pet. You mustn't keep Master waiting."

 

[Britwitch]

"I'm fine. I'm wonderful. You make me very pleased."
Katrina whimpered slightly as he withdrew from inside her, her hips trying to maintain contact between them for a moment or two longer.
"Get cleaned up...And your toys are waiting for you."
His tone instantly changed the atmosphere, she swiftly closed her legs and slid up and out of the bed.
"Yes Master..." She said quietly, heading to the bathroom.
"Hurry up, My pet. You mustn't keep Master waiting."

The razor on the side of the sink catching her eye as she entered, swiftly followed by her reflection in the mirror. The jewelled collar around her throat, her face flushed with the enjoyment their coupling had induced. She thought back over what had passed, remembering her questions and his answers. As she quickly showered and then carefully shaved herself she thought about what he'd told her. He'd been watching her, wanting her for so very long, since school. It was as frightening as it was flattering and her confused mind was finding it difficult to determine which she should focus on.

Glancing in the mirror she saw the small bandage at the base of her neck, making her shudder as she remembered the stranger, George, and his attack beneath the oak tree. Shaking off the memories Katrina picked up the plug and clamps from on the side, contemplating trying to deal with them herself but knowing she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to do it, she carried them through into the kitchen with her. The room smelt of food and her stomach growled appreciatively.
She lowered her head slightly and held out the toys towards him,
"Please Master, will you put these on me...I don't think I can do it myself..."

 

[poohlive]

He had scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast ready for her. When he saw her without her toys on he felt a twinge of sadness, maybe even anger, but it passed when she asked so innocently for his help. She hadn't disobeyed him, she just needed help.

She needed his help. She would always need his help.

He had her bend over, watching that fine round ass of hers get splayed for him. He ordered her to reach back and spread her cheeks open. Again, no hesitation. When did that happen? Even when he saw her look at him this way before, with something other than hate and disgust she always hesitated.

He poured lube onto the toy, pushing it in. At first he could feel her resistance, same as last time. The pressure building. He didn't just push though, he was gentle, easing it into her, making it go back and forth, opening her up just a little bit at a time.

And slowly she did. A petal warming to the golden touch of the sun, revealing its flower underneath. He felt a satisfying release as the toy slipped inside of her, to remain fixed.

Then he made her stand, and eased the two clamps onto her still swollen nipples. He licked each one, got it nice and hard, helped her relax, as his hot breath and warm lips brought a near gasp to her before clamping them.

Then he looked at his work. Shaved clean, her ass bulging, her nipples puffy, swollen, and looking incredible, the collar showing her who she was, what she was. He smiled, seeing his cunt anew.

"Go eat breakfast," He ordered, "We have many things to learn today."

 

[Britwitch]

Katrina winced, biting her lower lip against a hiss of discomfort as he began to slowly push the plug into her tight rear. Bent over before him, her hands holding the cheeks of her ass apart she felt a twinge of the humiliation that had continuously filled her over the previous day and night. His actions were gentle, almost caring, as he eased it inside of her. A whimper did escape though as he finally pushed it inside completely, making her feel that still alien sensation of something filling her behind once more.
"Thank you, Master..." She said softly as he instructed her to straighten, presenting her chest to him, holding her breath a little in preparation for the clamps.

She sighed before she could even think to stop herself as his mouth teased her nipples to hardeness before making her tense and yelp as each clamp was re-affixed to the small hard nubs of flesh, making them tingle incessantly.
"Th-thank you, Master..." Her voice had grown even softer as she watched his eyes sweep over her body. She had done all she asked and his approval showed upon his face.

"Go eat breakfast...We have many things to learn today."
"Yes, Master..." She bowed her head slightly, moving quickly to sit down and begin to eat. The food he had prepared was delicious and quickly sated the hunger that had been gnawing inside her. She ate quickly and quietly, sipping at the water alongside her meal. Once her plate was empty she remained where she sat, looking up almost cautiously at him.
"That was delicious, thank you Master..."
Her tone was slightly tense. There was a final card to be dealt with from the previous day's spread and her stomach jolted as she wondered what he had in store for her next.

 

[poohlive]

"Death... but not for you," He purred against her ear as she sat, poised, waiting. He watched her chest rise, the clamps straining as she took in each breath, pulling just so before he let it out once more. He grabbed the chain between them, pulling ever so softly.

"Death means many things. One of them is the start of a relationship. Another is transition, moving forward. Letting go of yourself and taking on something new. But, the best version of Death I've heard deals with every moment. They say in every moment you are born, you live, and then you die. So, death is eternal. We constantly die every day, and are constantly born."

He let his hand snake between her legs, loving that she instantly parted them for him. Already he found her clit hard, wanton, almost reaching out to him.

"To die over and over again?" He whispered along her neck, letting the heat rise in her body, pulling on the chain, pressing against her clit, "Taking every moment as its last, as its first. Pushing and pulling you in every direction. Die for me..."

He rubbed her clit furiously, his lips reaching out for hers, grasping them. He took her sigh, fast and hard, kissing her, drowning her in his lips.

"Die for me, My pet."

 

[Britwitch]

"Death... but not for you,"
Katrina whimpered mutely as his fingers curled around the chain connecting her nipples, pulling gently.
"Death means many things. One of them is the start of a relationship. Another is transition, moving forward. Letting go of yourself and taking on something new. But, the best version of Death I've heard deals with every moment. They say in every moment you are born, you live, and then you die. So, death is eternal. We constantly die every day, and are constantly born."
Her thighs parted against his hand without resistance, her sex already aching once more as a result of the clamps. She tried hard to listen to his words, to try and glean some kind of idea of what was to come.

"To die over and over again?"
She whimpered again, louder this time as his finger began to press against her clit, the chain pulling on her nipples all the while. The sensation of his breath against her neck with his whispered words sent a shiver across her skin.
"Taking every moment as its last, as its first. Pushing and pulling you in every direction. Die for me..."
Katrina cried out as his finger swiftly began to torment her clit, rubbing it hard and fast, his mouth smothering her cry as her fingers gripped the seat of the chair. The tensing of her body drawing the plug deeper into her behind, her nipples protesting against the clamps incessant hold and his tongue asailing her mouth, winning an easy victory against her own.
"Die for me, My pet."

The sharp and worryingly sudden waves of pleasure began rippling through her body. Her hips rocking against his hand while her moans were consumed by his lips. She was finding it hard to catch her breath, so ferocious was the kiss, her head was growing lighter and lighter. Her hands rose for an instant, wanting to push him away, to allow herself a deep and steadying breath but she knew she should not, she could not. Her body was too far down this path to be stopped now. Moaning into his mouth, her body began to shake and tremble beneath his hands once more.

 

[poohlive]

He eased her into it, the rise of her body, helping her arc and let the orgasm flood though her. His finger furious on her clit, his lips never allowing her a single inch, flesh hot and hard touching every part of her, nipples teased and pulled constantly.

"There it is," He watched her cum, watched her die for him, ride it as it filled every part of her. Those legs curling up, her eyes rolling back, hands desperately reaching for something. He grabbed them, holding her tight.

But, he didn't stop. In a moment he was down, between her legs. His hot breath ran along the inner thighs, blowing against such tender flesh. His tongue probed out, and pushed deep inside of her. No touching, no light playing. Her cunt still quivered from the high she had yet to come down from, and already he assaulted her again.

He breathed deep against her sex, his tongue lapping her hard and fast. It ran deep inside of her, licking and touching with such a touch as nothing could match. No cock or finger could push this hard, touch this soft, feel this way running deep inside of her.

Nose pressed against her clit, rubbing it between them, pushing her further. She was not done, she was going to die. Her card needed to happen. To cum, to repeatedly cum, over and over and over.

She needed to learn.

 

[Britwitch]

"There it is,"
Katrina's moans became almost hysterical as his mouth moved to her spasming sex. It was too soon, too much. Her body tensed and jerked away, the high backed chair keeping her from going too far however. Everything was swirling madly around her as his lips and tongue began to feast upon her aching flesh.

The sensations ripping through her were overwhelming, her breathing too shallow, her heart going too too fast, and her sex was far too sensitive. Her clit felt as though it would simply explode every time his tongue swiped across it then the constant pressure of his nose as his tongue dove inside her.

Her hands grabbed at his head, fingers curling desperately in his hair trying to pull him away, for a moment her resistance, her desire for him to stop returned. But it was to no avail. No sooner had her fingers found purchase than another climax took over her body. She cried out long and loud as she writhed and bucked upon the chair, her back arching, straining her nipples against the clamps.

Her head felt light and her vision was more than a little blurred as her lips tried to plead, to beg him to stop.
"Please...please...I..." Her words huskily whimpered and barely intelligible and they fell upon apparently deaf ears as her orgasm appeared to spur him on even more. Her hands fell limply to her sides as her body prepared to surrender yet again as another indescribable surge of pleasure possessed her, blending seamlessly with the previous one, stealing her breath and causing her body's trembles to intensify. She felt faint, she felt nauseous, she felt pleasure that she could never have imagined. All of it threatening to smother her, to drown her at any moment.

 

[poohlive]

"Please..." He whispered, lapping at her body, respond to each quake, each quiver with another assault on her. Her body beginning to feel it, those orgasms coming closer and closer. One almost on top of another. She would feel it soon, this rapid burst as they all tried to come out at once. Everything pushing trying to take so much and give nothing back.

He moved up her body, fast, his head resting against her own, as his body pressed into hers. She had moved herself so far out, her legs spread wide, her body arching, her ass nearly at the edge of the seat.

It only took one gentle push of his hands on her hips to align them.

"Die for me," He said, as his cock raped her. He struck home in one single hit, never giving her a chance to adjust herself. There was no time, as soon as his tongue left her, it was only a matter of seconds before something bigger and harder replaced it.

Now, his cock moved inside of her, with a grueling fierce pace that rivalled nothing else. Fast, furious, his full weight behind each thrust. They moved, across the floor, the chair squeaking each time it tried to hold both of them against it. He felt her whole body shaking, her felt he like no one or nothing ever before.

It would be coming, he couldn't stop it. He just helped her, helped ease her body to that state he knew she needed to be in to die. It would come, his cock buried deep inside of her.

 

[Britwitch]

"Please..."
His whispered word merely tormented Katrina more before his mouth was taken away. In the split second that followed she almost felt a brief sensation of relief, that he had stopped but before the thought could even be completed she cried out as his body pressed against her and his shaft was slammed inside, inciting yet another climax from within her, one that tensed every single muscle in her body. Her toes curls and fingers gripped at his skin, pinching at his flesh in desperation as she felt her body rapidly running away from her, with her.

His movements harsh, vicious, this was rape, brutal and all consuming in it's control. Her body was a shivering mass, struggling weakly to push his thrusting body back and away. Her pussy ached and stung but still it reacted to his actions, orgasm after orgasm, robbing her of more strength and stealing breaths with increasing regularity. Her heart felt like it was humming, it's pulsing so fast. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes wide.

"Die for me,"
In that moment she felt as if she could die, her body was under such strain to keep up with the pounding his shaft was giving it. The burning in her nipples and ass from the plug and clamps and the searing heat within her sex, all of it swiftly growing too much to bear.
She tried to plead, one last time, tried to beg him to stop, to release her from this torment but to no avail. A string of nonsensical sounds left her lips as she bucked and writhed against him, pinning between his strong body and the protesting chair. Suddenly, a surge, a sharp surge inside her. A powerful wave of almost pins and needles took over her body and plunged her into darkness. Her eyes rolled in her head and her eyelids flickered shut. With a long, piercing cry, still shivering and trembling beneath him, Katrina's body gave out and allowed itself to sink into the beckoning darkness.

 

[poohlive]

He stopped when he felt her body go limp, the constant thrusts into her now helpless body coming to the climax so fast, so determined, but he had stopped. Still rock hard, his cock throbbing with need, pursed and ready to finish inside of her.

It would have to wait for some other time though. He pulled out, his hands on her, making sure she didn't collapse to the floor. She had felt a wave of orgasms at the end, almost on top of each other. They'd gone through her, leaving her body devastated and quivering at the touch.

He scooped her up in his arms, helping her to the bed, laying her down. It wouldn't be long before she would be up again. Just a few moments yet, some time to clean up their playing earlier. He put away breakfast, pulled the tarot cards from the drawing of the three, and laid by her side until she woke.

He kissed her, "You died for me. You sacrificed so much. You know death now, and you do not fear it. You are mine."

 

[Britwitch]

As Katrina came round she was immediately aware that he had moved her, once more, to the bedroom. She could feel the heat, the solidity of his body beside her own. Her eyes flickered as her body roused itself from the unconsciousness that had swamped and drowned it before. His kisses suddenly pressing against her lips, against her skin.

"You died for me. You sacrificed so much. You know death now, and you do not fear it. You are mine."
"Y-yes, Master...thank you..." She murmured, her voice a little husky and rough from the screams that had left it minuted earlier. She returned his kisses, gently, softly. "I...I am yours..."

 

[poohlive]

"I know," He said, his voice confident, faultless when he looked down at her. He held her hand, pulling it up over her head. As he bent down, he eased his body over hers, not allowing her to move. He covered her, smothered her, kissed her.

Her hand up above her head, he watched as it touched the deck above her. He helped her pick out the one card, moving it down so she could see.

"The eight of pentacles," He spoke, suprised, "This is a special card. This deals with an apprenticeship, learning new trades and finding new skills. And, among other things you are my apprentice."

He moved so he lay beside her. Now, he guided her hand, not above him, but below. It rested just on his thigh, where his cock lay, harded still from their encounter.

"You have had such devotion, your body made to experience so many new things. I must teach you the art of pleasing your Master though. With your hands, with your mouth, with everything."

Her fingers, lightly brushing his cock now. It moved against her touch, a soft moan escaping as he nuzzled her neck.

"Do not be afraid, My pet. If you are unsure, just ask. I will be here to guide you."

 

[Britwitch]

Katrina whimpered softly into his smothering kisses, feeling her fingertips brush against the deck, guided by his hand. Tentatively she pulled away the top card, looking at the picture almost curiously as he brought her hand back down into view.
"The eight of pentacles...This is a special card. This deals with an apprenticeship, learning new trades and finding new skills. And, among other things you are my apprentice."

She nodded, watching her hand as he moved it again, this time lower. His grip manouvering her hand until it brushed his still hard shaft.
"You have had such devotion, your body made to experience so many new things. I must teach you the art of pleasing your Master though. With your hands, with your mouth, with everything."
"Y-yes, Master..." She grazed her fingertip against the warm, firm flesh of his cock, feeling it respond and hearing his reactionary moan.
"Do not be afraid, My pet. If you are unsure, just ask. I will be here to guide you."

Slowly, Katrina ran her fingertips up and down the length of him several times, making them dance over the surface. Curling her fingers around him, she squeezed ever so slightly, before beginning to move her hand in a stroking motion, increasing the pressure on the upstrokes ever so slightly. Her hand moving in a slow, graceful motion. Feeling the response of his hips as she did so, his breath against her neck as she continued to run her palm back and forth.

 

[poohlive]

She knew what to look for, what to feel for. The feel of her hand moving with such curiousity, such intense inexperience it made up for whatever else she could have. To know she did this, wanting him to feel so good, needing his own release, as well as her own.

Had she ever craved that before, ever longed for it from another lover? Not from what he'd seen.

"Like that, My pet, yes..." He bucked his hips into her, idly fucking the small cove of her hand. It felt wonderful pressing into her like that, the warmth spreading all over. He put his hand over hers, helping her thumb to roll across the head.

"That is the most sensitive," He spoke, but his words were only half clear. In the end it turned to a moan as he felt her do it on her own. God, she learned so fast, she took everything in, never missing a beat.

"Yes... pet, yes. More. Show me more."

If she kept this up, he wouldn't last long.

 

[Britwitch]

"Like that, My pet, yes...That is the most sensitive,"
She followed the direction he gave, his moaned words sending a new feeling through her. Katrina couldn't quite place it at first but she soon recognised it as something like pride. Pride that she was pleasing him. Her hand moved quicker and with increasing pressure. His hips matching her movements and moving his shaft along her curved palm.
"Yes... pet, yes. More. Show me more."

More. He wanted more. Her mind already thinking of how to do what he wanted. Smoothly she slid down the bed, moving her head down towards his waist, tentatively licked at the head, her fingers gently stroking the base while she drew him between her lips. Sucking gently, softly. Her tongue fondling him again and again as she awaited his approval. Needing it.

 

[poohlive]

He wished he could put into words how good it felt to feel her, to watch her pleasing him like this. The other day she screamed and cried and wished him to leave, now she looked up needingly, wondering if her actions felt good, if she were pleasing him.

His hands went into her hair, pulling this way and that, grabbing at tufts to help guide her. Push her down further onto his cock, or ease her off, helping to tease.

"It is ok," He said, out of breath, between long moans and sharp gasps, "You can tease just a little. I'll allow it."

Only this time, only for this. She could tease nowhere else, with nothing else. Her lips though, her delicate tongue, hot and wet mouth sucking on him, moving with him, releasing, begging, needing. His hips grinding into her, his hands helping to push her where she needed to be.

He had to take more, had to show her how much more could be used.

"Be careful, this is not easy the first time. I'll help guide you. Ok?"

He pushed his cock in further, as far as it could go. He felt the back of her throat against him, how it closed up. Then he thrust hard, as hard as he would bucking into her, hips grinding up, smashing her face into his groin. His cock slipped through, sliding down her throat, cutting off her air.

For a moment he held it there, revelling in the tight vise grip she held. She choked, he could feel it, feel the spasms of her throat, for the first time. He kept her there though, kept his hands hard on her hair, not allowing even a touch.

That gagging, forced reflex of her throat sent wonderful pleasure around his cock as he did so.

He let up. Just a few seconds of deep throating, just enough to let her feel it, experience it for the first time. His cock, dripping with her saliva, left her mouth. He watched lovingly as she grabbed for air.

"That's it... there you go, My pet. You must learn new things. And you are, you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you. It's ok, get your bearings. We're going to try it again."

 

[Britwitch]

Lizzie whimpered around him as his hands moved her head and mouth as he wished.
"It is ok...You can tease just a little. I'll allow it."
She continued to suck him, licking and stroking him, sighing around his hard shaft as he used her mouth. His grip was tight and unquestionable in her hair but she was not resisting.
"Be careful, this is not easy the first time. I'll help guide you. Ok?"
She tensed however when she felt him pushing deeper into her mouth, the head bumping against the back of her throat. A muffled sound left her lips before becoming a strangled noise as he suddenly thrust down into her throat.

He blocked off her throat, her eyes widening as she struggled for the first time, stuggled in vain for he held her fixed, his shaft buried completely in her throat. She felt a wave of nausea as her throat clutched at him. Eyes watering and tears threatening to fall down her suddenly flushed cheeks.

It seemed a small eternity passed in which he held her vainly struggling body against his, gagging her. Then as quickly as it had happened, he withdrew, his fingers still in her hair as she gasped at the air. The tears spilling from her eyes as she swallowed again and again.
"That's it... there you go, My pet. You must learn new things. And you are, you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you. It's ok, get your bearings. We're going to try it again."
"Th-thank you M-master...but..but I..." Before the huskily spoken words could leave her lips his grip tightened once more and she felt his shaft thrust into her slightly opened mouth once more. She fought to try and relax her throat but before her body could relay her mind's command she was gagging again. Breathing hard through her nose she somehow managed to stave off the urge to retch around him for a moment or two.