20-03-2019, 03:59 PM
As he got up, he pulled my ass up as much as he could until my torso was almost vertical. Then came the hard spanks. Really hard. Not playful stuff. He was raining blows on my ass to make it hurt.
"Pleeeeeeease...stoooooooooooop!!" I begged.
He stopped.
He reached out with his left hand and picked up the knife.
I started whimpering, fearing the worst when he said,
"Relax!"
The blade sliced through the fabric tying my hands together. Finally, that discomfort was gone. I slid my hands out from under my back. He paused, as if to see if I would start flailing them again and hit him or fight him or anything. But by this time, I was too exhausted. I just let them rest on the side.
He turned around to face me. He pushed my knees down even more and barked,
"Hold your ankles with your hands!"
I did as I was told. He then put his hands on my calves, bent his knees and entered me again. By now I was not dry. In fact, I was a little ashamed to note, that I was extremely lubricated, much more than with my husband.
"Open your eyes and LOOK AT ME!"
My hands on my ankles, my knees next to my ears on the floor, and my thighs open as my cunt was pistoned by his dick, I looked into his eyes. He stared at me, an evil grin on his face, as he fucked me. And then he spit. And he spit some more. My face was covered with his spit. But I didn't look away. I stared at him, expressionlessly. He kept drilling down into me. For what seemed like hours.
But it was only a few minutes when I felt something inside me. A strange spasm. Not exactly a spasm. Not painful. But something really overwhelming. What the hell was this? Was I about to pee? My hips started trembling over and beyond Lallan's strokes. And then suddenly, I started convulsing as if possessed. And Lallan started chuckling and started drilling me even harder. A trillion nerve endings seemed to come alive inside me and a tidal wave of sensations washed over me.
What was happening to me?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Lallan took one hand off my calf and put it on my mouth to muffle my scream. I trashed about for what seemed like an hour but was probably 30 seconds, until my body ceded control back to me, and I stopped.
I could still hear the rhythmic squelching sound of his cock ramming my cunt as I regained control of my senses. And the realization hit me. And it made me start crying again.
I had just had an orgasm. The first ever vaginal orgasm of my life. I had read about them. My husband had often tried to bring me to one, with his penis as well as his fingers. But I had never had one. I had also read that many women just couldn't have them. I had always assumed I was one of those women. Until now. Now I had had one. And that too while I was being bangd by a disgusting monster.
"Pleeeeeeease...stoooooooooooop!!" I begged.
He stopped.
He reached out with his left hand and picked up the knife.
I started whimpering, fearing the worst when he said,
"Relax!"
The blade sliced through the fabric tying my hands together. Finally, that discomfort was gone. I slid my hands out from under my back. He paused, as if to see if I would start flailing them again and hit him or fight him or anything. But by this time, I was too exhausted. I just let them rest on the side.
He turned around to face me. He pushed my knees down even more and barked,
"Hold your ankles with your hands!"
I did as I was told. He then put his hands on my calves, bent his knees and entered me again. By now I was not dry. In fact, I was a little ashamed to note, that I was extremely lubricated, much more than with my husband.
"Open your eyes and LOOK AT ME!"
My hands on my ankles, my knees next to my ears on the floor, and my thighs open as my cunt was pistoned by his dick, I looked into his eyes. He stared at me, an evil grin on his face, as he fucked me. And then he spit. And he spit some more. My face was covered with his spit. But I didn't look away. I stared at him, expressionlessly. He kept drilling down into me. For what seemed like hours.
But it was only a few minutes when I felt something inside me. A strange spasm. Not exactly a spasm. Not painful. But something really overwhelming. What the hell was this? Was I about to pee? My hips started trembling over and beyond Lallan's strokes. And then suddenly, I started convulsing as if possessed. And Lallan started chuckling and started drilling me even harder. A trillion nerve endings seemed to come alive inside me and a tidal wave of sensations washed over me.
What was happening to me?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Lallan took one hand off my calf and put it on my mouth to muffle my scream. I trashed about for what seemed like an hour but was probably 30 seconds, until my body ceded control back to me, and I stopped.
I could still hear the rhythmic squelching sound of his cock ramming my cunt as I regained control of my senses. And the realization hit me. And it made me start crying again.
I had just had an orgasm. The first ever vaginal orgasm of my life. I had read about them. My husband had often tried to bring me to one, with his penis as well as his fingers. But I had never had one. I had also read that many women just couldn't have them. I had always assumed I was one of those women. Until now. Now I had had one. And that too while I was being bangd by a disgusting monster.
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