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Authors: Mallorie Griffin
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wasn't expecting it this time, and the pain brought me completely out of the moment. Stars in my eyes from the hurting, I frantically struggling against my bonds. I needed the pain to stop, I needed to do something to make it stop. I screamed through the ball gag, but he continued to clamp down, abusing my clit, squeezing it harshly between his incisors.
Abruptly, I remembered the signal, and desperately snapped my fingers twice. And the pain stopped. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief around the gag, and my poor, abused, over-stimulated body relaxed somewhat. Only somewhat.
Mr. Hendricks voice floated into my ears once again, smooth and sultry. "My poor student, has she had enough for the night? Snap your fingers if you want me to stop." I didn't snap my fingers. "I thought as much. Snap your fingers if you don't want me to fill you and fuck you." There wasn't a doubt in my mind. I splayed my fingers out, keeping them from even touching each other. I needed my master to fuck me hard.
He laughed lowly, and I felt the bed bounce as he repositioned himself. I knew what was coming. And I needed it, more than anything else in the world right now. I needed him.
I jumped as I felt his thighs butt up against my own, and swiftly, oh so quickly, I sensed his pulsing rod moving between the slick folds of my pussy. This is it, this is what I'd been waiting for all night. This is what all the teasing led up to.
"You know what this is?" he asked me, petting my legs as he pushed, ever so slightly. I could feel his tip against my tight hole, threatening to enter me even as he spoke. "This is your reward for being such a good student." And then he thrust.
I gasped around the gag, lifting my head off of the slick sheets. Without sight, I was able to focus completely on the feeling of him filling me to the brim, his mammoth of a cock invading my body. It was like every nerve in my body had scurried to the walls of my vagina. I was sensitive, so sensitive I could feel every last millimeter of him. And he filled me so well. It was like my pussy was made for his cock.
"Such a good little student," he groaned, thrusting in and out of me now. He hunched his body over mine ; I could feel his presence, the heat of his body emanating fiercely onto my sensitive skin. I wanted to curl up around him, pull him close on top of me, feel his weight as well as his heat, but the handcuffs kept my body pulled taut against the bed.
He took me as he pleased, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed. He was soon pounding against me with all his might, and I gasped and squealed around the rubber ball. He had me so close. He was going to make me come, just by fucking me. Even time he bore down, I inched closer and closer to that precipice.
And Mr. Hendricks knew it. He could feel my body shudder and tense around him, he could hear my frenzied cries through the gag. I wanted him, I wanted to come, I wanted it all. I wanted whatever he could give me.
"I need you to come," he commanded through panting breaths. I couldn't see his stern gaze, but I knew it was on me. I couldn't disappoint him. He took a hand and snaked it downwards, repeating himself as he pressed down on my clit firmly. "I need you to come."
I screamed around the gag as an orgasm rolled through my body, intense and heavy, like a sudden angry thunderstorm on a summer day. It was overwhelming, and I momentarily grayed out from the sheer sensation of it.
Mr. Hendricks caused me to snap back to reality though, as he roared and gripped strongly at my shoulders, thrusting erratically at my body now, his thighs and balls lewdly slapping against my bare skin. He didn't announce his orgasm, but he didn't need too as his body tensed and stiffened. I swore I could feel him pulsing and unloading inside me, spurt after spurts of hot come filling up my eager hole. I couldn't get enough of him.
It seemed like
Abruptly, I remembered the signal, and desperately snapped my fingers twice. And the pain stopped. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief around the gag, and my poor, abused, over-stimulated body relaxed somewhat. Only somewhat.
Mr. Hendricks voice floated into my ears once again, smooth and sultry. "My poor student, has she had enough for the night? Snap your fingers if you want me to stop." I didn't snap my fingers. "I thought as much. Snap your fingers if you don't want me to fill you and fuck you." There wasn't a doubt in my mind. I splayed my fingers out, keeping them from even touching each other. I needed my master to fuck me hard.
He laughed lowly, and I felt the bed bounce as he repositioned himself. I knew what was coming. And I needed it, more than anything else in the world right now. I needed him.
I jumped as I felt his thighs butt up against my own, and swiftly, oh so quickly, I sensed his pulsing rod moving between the slick folds of my pussy. This is it, this is what I'd been waiting for all night. This is what all the teasing led up to.
"You know what this is?" he asked me, petting my legs as he pushed, ever so slightly. I could feel his tip against my tight hole, threatening to enter me even as he spoke. "This is your reward for being such a good student." And then he thrust.
I gasped around the gag, lifting my head off of the slick sheets. Without sight, I was able to focus completely on the feeling of him filling me to the brim, his mammoth of a cock invading my body. It was like every nerve in my body had scurried to the walls of my vagina. I was sensitive, so sensitive I could feel every last millimeter of him. And he filled me so well. It was like my pussy was made for his cock.
"Such a good little student," he groaned, thrusting in and out of me now. He hunched his body over mine ; I could feel his presence, the heat of his body emanating fiercely onto my sensitive skin. I wanted to curl up around him, pull him close on top of me, feel his weight as well as his heat, but the handcuffs kept my body pulled taut against the bed.
He took me as he pleased, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed. He was soon pounding against me with all his might, and I gasped and squealed around the rubber ball. He had me so close. He was going to make me come, just by fucking me. Even time he bore down, I inched closer and closer to that precipice.
And Mr. Hendricks knew it. He could feel my body shudder and tense around him, he could hear my frenzied cries through the gag. I wanted him, I wanted to come, I wanted it all. I wanted whatever he could give me.
"I need you to come," he commanded through panting breaths. I couldn't see his stern gaze, but I knew it was on me. I couldn't disappoint him. He took a hand and snaked it downwards, repeating himself as he pressed down on my clit firmly. "I need you to come."
I screamed around the gag as an orgasm rolled through my body, intense and heavy, like a sudden angry thunderstorm on a summer day. It was overwhelming, and I momentarily grayed out from the sheer sensation of it.
Mr. Hendricks caused me to snap back to reality though, as he roared and gripped strongly at my shoulders, thrusting erratically at my body now, his thighs and balls lewdly slapping against my bare skin. He didn't announce his orgasm, but he didn't need too as his body tensed and stiffened. I swore I could feel him pulsing and unloading inside me, spurt after spurts of hot come filling up my eager hole. I couldn't get enough of him.
It seemed like
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