Jilling Off

I ask him to tie me up and he does, swift knots expertly tied. He’s done this before. He takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily, then pulls back and slaps my breast hard. I moan in pleasure, writhing under his body as he smacks me again and again, then shoves his fingers hard into my cunt. I come almost instantly, tremours shaking me all over, but he keeps going, working his fingers inside me, kissing me roughly, watching me twist and groan underneath him. He pulls his fingers out and abruptly slaps me on my cunt, laughing at my obvious pleasure.

“I love the way your pussy responds to me,” he says, kissing me again, beard rough on my face and neck and breasts. One hand pulls my legs apart again, and his fingers slide across my clit so that I come again. The other hand locks around my neck, choking me. I close my eyes and give in to the pleasure, surrendering completely to his control. I can no longer tell how many fingers he has in me or how many times I’ve come. Everything is just a blur of wave after wave of climaxes. This is exactly how I’ve always wanted it to be.