Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don't have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.