More Than Expected

I hear you laugh out loud but you must have thought twice about it because I feel your tongue soothing my electrified clit. My body relaxes, my back now touching the cool sheets again and I unclench my ass cheeks. As you continue to lick me, you move the leather over me in a sweeping motion. My skin is now sending signals of sexual overdrive to my brain. The biting is back as you hit my nipples with the tool however I love it now and I push my sex into your mouth. I feel myself climbing up again and my movements start becoming frantic. You are still wanting to be in control so you push your palm on my soft lower belly just above my trimmed triangle slowing my movements. Just as I think your going to stop eating me too, you finger me deep while applying pressure with your other hand.

On the second thrust, you add a second finger and more pressure. I'm ready to hit the ceiling, my bladder is screaming at me as I didn't get my post orgasm relief as I usually do but this sensation is strangely adding to the enjoyment. The next thrust is added by your thumb on my clit.

Milo:

I can't decide which is more fun, building you up or tearing you down. The way your soft skin glows a light red where the tails have struck you, the way you gasp, and your lip trembles around the ball gaga, the way your body tenses from each strike and slackens as my fingers curl inside you. Your muffled cries could be pain or pleasure, and at the moment, I don't think either of us can tell which. I flick my wrist and the nine tails crack across one breast, slim red lines swelling slightly where the leather has bitten into you. You cry out around the gag and convulse. The whip comes down across your ribs on the opposite side and you jerk and tremble in the restraints. Back to the other side, I lay a glowing patch along your thigh with two quick strikes. The restraints bite into your delicate flesh as you convulse and struggle to cover yourself, to shield your beautiful body from my terrible onslaught.

Two fingers pushing deep inside your slippery passage and curling up to stroke heavily along your g-spot. Hard, steady strokes and I watch your tense muscles turn to water. Your limbs go lax and your head lolls slightly, your cries quiet, but your breathing seems heavier all the same. Slowly your hips start to undulate, gradually rolling faster to meet my rhythm. A slow tempo that gradually rises and rises. You pant around the ball-gag as I add a third finger, forcing you to accept it, stretching you out and filling you. Your body can only offer slight resistance before soaking me and taking me in. You groan and your back arches off the bed. Your muscles begin to tense in your restraints again, your hips now trying to coax me to move faster. I can tell you're beginning to climb again.

My rhythm grows faster, but at my pace. Your frustrated whimpers around your gag help me maintain my own control as you thrash and try to spear yourself on my fingers. I know you want more. I know you want me to go faster. You're going to wait until I give you what you want. Leaning over you I take one tortured nipple in my mouth gently. The whips must have made it very sensitive because you spasm beneath me and cry out! My twisted satisfaction grows. My cock jerks against your side and I have no doubt you can feel the pearls of precum being rubbed into your skin. Maybe that's the tipping point that has you groaning and gyrating beneath me. I can see the signs, your breathing so erratic, your limbs trembling, your belly and ass clenching in preparation as your back slowly arches higher and higher.

The whip gives a sharp crack along the tender flesh of one thigh! Your cry catches in your throat as the next strike slices into your tender breasts, a third and forth going to your opposite thigh and then along one side. You cry out around the ball gag, muffled as it is I can only assume it's partially pain and partially frustration as my fingers suddenly leave you empty.

I lean in close and kiss one cheek, "You will be punished." I reiterate.

Leaning back I take the whip across the underside of each perfect globe and you flinch. Trailing the leather between your breasts, down your stomach and finally running it along your folds. You shiver, whether from excitement or fear or pleasure, I can't tell.

Trailing the tails along your glistening mound the leather begins to soak up some of your sweet juices, making the next two strikes on the insides of your thighs all the more terrible. Lip trembling and limbs fighting their bonds to cover yourself, I lean in and kiss your cheek again. I brought you so close and stole it all away again, now it's time to treat you again. Turning the whip over in my hands, I press the handle gently inside you. You tremble and moan as the supple leather gradually invades deeper and deeper. Your breathing slows again and you moan gently around the gag. In and out I guide the whip's grip. The tails gently tickle along the insides of your thighs as it penetrates you. My free hand rubs along your thigh, your belly, along the delicate skin of your side. The whip is slow and constant, pressing deep, your juices lubricating it.

Your moans entice me on. Gradually each thrust grows a little faster and a little faster. Before long you are panting around the ball-gag, my fingers grasping you hard, and trailing down your body as I fuck you with the whip. You pull at your restraints and your head lulls from side to side, your breathing growing quick and erratic. It won't be long now. My own excitement is getting a little out of hand, my cock drums against my abdomen and I can feel it leaking. Your cries of growing rapture are too much!

Without warning I pull the whip out of you and toss it aside. You gasp behind the gag. I kiss your sloppy sex, my tongue delving into you for a quick moment before pulling away and frantically fumbling with the restraints tied around the foot posts of the bed. Finally free, you pull your legs together and closer to you, no doubt working very taxed muscles. Rather than untie your wrists I untie the rope from the posts of the bed, again you pull your tired arms in close to yourself as a relief. It's good you want to be so huddled in on yourself. Unceremoniously I roll you over and give each perfect ass cheek a hard slap. You flinch and curl up.

Herding you up on your knees I cross your arms behind your back and use the lengths of rope still tied to your wrists to bind them there, lashed forearm to forearm. Trailing the other lengths of rope along your sensitive skin, I set myself behind you.

You can feel my swollen sex trapped between my pelvis and your most delicious places as I lean in to whisper in your ear, "Now be a good girl." I almost growl before kissing your shoulder.

Ariel:

"Fuuuck!" I yell behind my gag as you pull the glorious whip handle out of me. "Damn it! I was so close to cumming again!"

My high frustration and irritability directed at you is merely replaced with relief & gratitude as I feel you release my ankles and then my arms. I curl up like a baby and then stretch out again, working my muscles. You let me keep this up for about a minute while you watch my body move & breasts jiggle.

Then suddenly you flip me and grab my arms pulling them behind me and tying them together. This causes my breasts to jut out and you take advantage of that with a snide grin on your face, you reach out and simultaneously grab both nipples and pull...hard. My previous relief and gratitude has now changed to irritability and frustration yet again at you but also at myself. My sex is gushing from this physical attack which I don't fully understand and is therefore frustrating but 'YOU!' You have no right to treat me so aggressively without talking to me about this beforehand, no matter my physical reaction now! But yet my mind and my mouth won't let me say the safe word. I want this to continue, I think.

I start to kick at you because I can't verbally tell you off! Now you heartily laugh at me and slap my ass which causes me to recoil again yet you try to grab my legs which only fuels my anger so I kick out harder this time.

I again try to move, twist, and yell but all of it does no good. I grow tired and start to settle when I feel your cock hard against my slippery wetness and feel the heat of your breath as you whisper to me to be a 'good girl.' My body reacts with a tingling all over.

Thinking to myself, 'I could be a good girl and just let this unfold with probably more orgasms in my future. Or I could resist and show him my anger and then get punished for my efforts.'

Strangely the thought of the latter option sends sharp electric shocks up through me. This is so confusing. 'Why am I enjoying this submissiveness?'

I go back and forth internally for what seems like an hour but in reality is probably only 30 seconds to a minute. After making up my mind, I start to thrash out again but this time on purpose. You smack my ass hard on each cheek and it stings and it does make me stop kicking at you long enough for you to grab hold of each of my legs and spread them wide, retying them to the bedposts. I am spread for your pleasure.

You now softly rub each of my cheeks, soothing the redness and then calmly releasing the ball gag. Spit runs out the corner of my mouth and I'm trying to swallow and control it before screaming at you; however, before I can finish swallowing, you are telling me how beautiful you think I am, how much that I have fulfilled your fantasies and I melt.

'Okay,' I think, 'I can forgive him because my sex drive is on overload, I like how this feels and he is slowing this down.'

Your slow sensual rubbing continues over my ass while I feel you maneuver yourself so the head of your hardness is touching my sex. Moaning loudly, I relish the possibility of you deeply fucking me as I feel your crown slowly splits my pussy lips.

You are barely in me as you spread my now tender cheeks apart. I tense up, pushing my muscular ass against your hands. Of course, your strength wins and you touch my private star. You know I have only had anal sex a few times when I have been very drunk and it hadn't gone well. I'm scared and excited at the same time. You push farther with your cock into my pussy and your finger pushes stronger too but not quite entering my ass yet. I hear a popping sound like a bottle opening then the cool liquid splash on my asshole.

Hearing you say to me, "Relax baby, relax" does not make my muscles relax but does just the opposite as I start to panic and considering saying 'grapefruit.'

You start to pump me now making me even wetter and you use your free hand to bring up some of this wetness and then you rub my ass cheeks trying to massage out my tension as your strokes pick up speed and your finger starts to push pass my tight ring. I yell out with the intrusion, but it changes to a grunt as you slam your cock to my cervix.

My yelling gets even louder as you slam yet again and push further. I'm embarrassed by your intrusion into my ass. I am fighting between having this base, dirty, slutty feeling and starting to enjoy your entry. I can feel you get harder inside me, your breathing becomes ragged and I know you are nearing your climax but trying to control it.

Milo:

Maybe this is a little much, but you haven't used our safe word. Your tight ring isn't fighting me anymore, your cheeks are supple in my free hand while I slowly work my finger of my other deeper and deeper inside your naughty place. Your groans tremble, and your beautiful pussy soaks my aching cock possibly more than it ever has before.

"That's it, baby. That's it. Take me in both holes you dirty girl."

Your answering moan has me fighting for all I'm worth not to cum yet. Face in the sheets, ass in the air, finger buried completely inside it and cock pounding as deep as I can drive you... My orgasm threatens. I can't yet. Not yet!

My finger slides into you uncontested now. So tight, so warm, so naughty. I have to slow my thrusting. Deep thrusts have always been my weakness, but slowing them will help me last longer. I refuse to stop the deep dive though, you're going to take every angry, swollen inch because I'm going to make you. Our breathing settles marginally. Gently I remove my finger, I can't express how excited your disappointed whimper makes me. I give you a particularly hard thrust to make it up to you. Your sharp gasp leads me to believe you'll be okay.

Reaching for the lube I crack the cap and drip some more cool liquid onto your inviting star. Carefully I add some lube to my second finger along with the first. You can never have too much lube. Replacing the cap and tossing the lube beside me I grip your hip in my free hand and pull you hard against me, driving my cock deep and holding it there. You moan and bite your lip in the most sultry way.

Leaning over you again I reiterate, "That's it, be my good girl." And slowly press both fingers against your pretty asshole.

There's resistance again, and as you realize that I'm adding a second finger you tense up beneath me.

"Relax. That's it. Breath. That's it. You can do it."

My hips resume their slow, deep thrusts, giving you something else delicious to focus on as my fingers slowly force their way past your puckered ring to delve into you. You groan and flex around my fingers, tight as a vice!

"Focus on this." I whisper to you with a few deep and fast thrusts. Your gasp trembles and you roll your hips, the muscles of your ass slowly release and your movement lets my fingers slide a little deeper. My own orgasm is roaring within me. I don't want to cum yet, but I need to keep you distracted.

With a groan part frustration and part surrender I stab my cock into you hard! You groan at the unexpected change in tempo. Trying to divide my attention between pounding your hot pussy and slowly working my fingers into you is helping me stave off my orgasm... slightly, but I know I can't last long. I can feel my balls tighten in preparation. Both fingers are past the second knuckle. So close...

With a reckless growl I grab your bound arms and pull you back into my next savage thrust, my hand trapped against my pelvis forces my fingers completely up your ass. The shock of what's just happens rattles us both. You gasp and your body tenses beneath me, but I'm caught up in my own selfish rapture. You cry out as I begin thrusting into you hard, my hand locked against my pelvis has my cock and fingers leaving you and then slamming back in at the same time, filling you! My grip on your arms is rough as I pull you back hard into each unbridled thrust. My body crashes against yours in a desperate race to my climax, every violent thrust hard, deep and fast. You cry out, fear, pain, pleasure as maddening as my own, I can't tell but I race on. My balls tighten, everything tightens. With a desperate final thrust that slams into your cervix and drives my knuckles hard against your ass, I can't stop the primal growl that tears out of me as I let my hot seed shoot inside you. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum gushes inside you and I give small intermittent thrusts, each trying to drive myself deeper and deeper. The orgasm pulls and pulls and I can't believe myself how many times my jizz shoots from me.

With a heavy sigh I lean over you and kiss your back. My cock softens slightly, rather than iron it is now only wood. Still firm, but not the desperate monster it was moments ago.

"You okay, baby?" I manage between my panting.

Ariel:

"I AM okay." The words roll off my tongue before I even realize I am saying them. I truly am ok and I have your fingers deep in me, how can that be? The words 'But I am okay,' keeps perseverating around in my brain.

My body is enjoying these new experiences with these electric sensations I have never felt before. I suddenly come to the realization that you already knew this about me. You knew I would not come close to going through with any of these more deviant sexual activities on my own accord.

"Damn. Fuck. Well, shit," I mumble halfway under my breath.

You are becoming slightly softer in me by the second and if I'm going to truly own this then I need to get onboard and quickly. With a quick sigh, I make a decision and I start to move my ass against your fingers. This rhythmic movement gets your attention and I feel your cock twitch inside me. Your fingers start to move with me and I feel shooting stars up my spine. I am concentrating on this feeling when you pull your fingers out completely and the rush of emptiness fills me with the speed and force of an ocean wave. But suddenly both your hands grip my cheeks and spread them wide while your crown is touching my entry where your fingers just left.

I want to scream out to 'Wait! I'm not ready,' but really I am ready and it's too late anyway, you are pushing yourself into me.

It hurts. I am aware from reading or talking to others that the first part is the most difficult and I need to relax but I think I am going to tear. That's the feeling anyway, of tearing and then suddenly it's not. The electric waves continue as the pain eases and I hear you moan and then start to talk to me in the most dirty ways. The sensation of you entering and penetrating deeper into me, owning me completely is strangely liberating. I realize this is an oxymoron but it is exactly how I feel. 'Free' from self-doubt, from idiotic self-hate or insecurities and freedom from being that innocent, inexperienced 'girl' to blossom into full-fledged womanhood despite being my chronological age for a while now.

The physical sensations start to take over and I feel full, so full and gloriously connected to you. I begin to push myself up to you. You move deeper in me, making sounds that I have never heard from you before and we get in a rhythm. You are surprisingly hard despite having just cum. I know from past experiences that with every round each is going to last longer and I'm enjoying this entry of you in my dark special place, but I'm not sure I can handle it for more than a few minutes.

'Why do I keep doubting myself,' I think. 'Just go with it!'

You're halfway into me and I lift my hips, helping you push deeper. Suddenly you stop moving and tell me to just breathe for a moment while I feel you moving however not disconnecting. Then I hear it, the familiar buzz of my vibrator and it makes me smile. Your fingers spread my lips revealing my clit popping up so ready for stimulation. I let go of the most primal sound I've ever made as that toy touches my nub. My hips react reflexively by lifting up farther which forces you deeper into my ass.

Milo:

We groan as you take me deeper. I flex inside you and you whimper as the vibrator buzzes across your clit. I roll my hips in quick, short thrusts, barely giving you a moment to notice as I penetrate just a little deeper again. There and gone before you can be sure how you feel about me going deeper. The vibrator hums pleasantly and small shivers wrack your body. Suddenly I pull back more than you've gotten used to and stop. Another shiver runs through you before I start slowly and deliberately pressing forward. Slowly. I sink to the place you've grown comfortable with me being, and I keep going. Slowly I ease deeper, and you realize I've reached the same spot I've been teasing with the quick thrusts. You take me readily. I hold myself there and let you get used to it as the vibrator slips between your lips to tease your entrance, then slides back toward your clit. I pull myself back in a fluid motion and you whimper slightly, but I won't leave you wanting. Back into your gorgeous ass I sink, faster than last time, to that same place. You groan as my thick cock fills you. Out, and back to the same place, each thrust a little faster than the last.