Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set (10 page)

She’d gotten so hot when he started it was hard to push the feeling down, in spite of the pain and his assurance that he wouldn’t be fucking her. She could feel his stiff cock pressed into her stomach and the slick trail of liquid it was leaving on her skin; it was deliciously wet and erotic. The pain had faded into a dreamy bliss, and her senses felt amplified; every inch of her skin felt new and fresh

His fingers were tracing over her thighs, lighter than she could remember him doing before; but with every nerve ending in her body alive, it was a slow, tantalizing torment.

“So do we have a deal?”

His voice startled her from the daze she was drifting into, and she shivered, the air around her electric with energy reverberating off her sweat dampened skin.

Of course they had a deal, she thought; if only he could understand the position she was in. But then, considering her position at the moment, perhaps he understood very well; he was a demanding, controlling jerk sometimes, but that was what she found so sexy about him; he was strict and fair with her even when it was painful, exquisitely painful!

“Yes baby; we have a deal,” she sighed, “I told you I’d do anything for you.”

She was in a state of contented euphoria, her ass was radiating heat, and she felt at peace with her punishment.

“So from now on when you see me,” he began, spreading her round, crimson cheeks apart, “this fucking hole, belongs to me.”

He emphasised his point by hastily shoving a finger deep into her puckered asshole, holding it there, immobile.

“Auughh...fuck!” she whined, it was so sudden she hadn’t had a chance to relax herself, and she could feel her muscles contracting, trying without success to expel his merciless finger from her tight channel.

“Ok, it’s a deal! Ahhhh...shit...”

She could tell from his tone he wasn’t finished; and though he could be unforgiving at times, nobody could understand her, could love her in the way he did.

She craved his vicious discipline; sparkled like a gem under the harsh light he placed her in.

His other hand worked up her chest to her throat, covering her mouth momentarily. She kissed his fingers greedily, desperate to express her appreciation of his strange, demanding love.

He worked his finger in her ass gently now, still deep into her but slower now.

She sucked on the fingers of his other hand, and he fed her another; filling her mouth up.

So that was his plan, she reasoned; to ravage the places her uptight husband would never dream of, to create a secret bond between them of debauchery and wild fantasy.

Not a bad play indeed, big daddy; she mused silently.

“And your lips, little missy,” he continued, thrusting two more thick fingers into her mouth “had better not taste another cock but mine. As long as you wish to see me, those are my terms.”

Cassie was incapacitated by his hands at both ends, struggling to fit his fist into her mouth without choking, he had her virtually immobilized on his lap, between his two hands.

Unable to speak with her mouth filled up, she nodded vigorously at his stern warning.

Her ass was wet now, stretching to accommodate another finger as he spread her rosy cheeks apart.

She could feel a heat building in herself, spreading from her untouched pussy to her tormented asshole; consumed by the bizarre feeling of helplessness she felt with his hands inside her like a puppet in some decadent performance.

“I hope you take our agreement as seriously as I do, darling.” he said quietly, keeping her still for a moment.

“I do, big daddy; from now on---always---I belong to you, and once I am able to...” she struggled for words, lost in the delicious sensation and weak with lust.

“I know babydoll,” he assured her, “I know.”

She liquid in his hands now, overcome by the sensation of fullness that enveloped her whole body; the searing heat from being stretched so completely and her own fierce longing to finally be permitted her orgasm.

He gave a final hard thrust into both of her holes, satisfied at last when she fell limp over him; her body giving up any shred of self control she may have had left.

He withdrew both hands, slowly; leaving her completely empty at last.

A sudden slap to her still rosy rump jolted her back to the moment, and she could feel a torrent of juice gushing from her neglected slit; her thighs and ass crack were slick with it, and she could smell the heady scent in the air.

“Maybe I’ll let you cum once I’m finished with your ass,” he teased, pressing the sticky tip of his cock against her already tender hole.

“Ooooh...fuuuuuck!”

The first few moments were always painful, she knew; but after that the feeling was incredible. She’d come to love the indescribable feeling of getting a hard pounding in the ass, and the feeling of him dripping out of her hours later, when she was home.

He leaned over her, gripping her waist firmly. His cock was sliding around her slippery ass crack, drenched in juices from her neglected pussy

“You remember what I told you,” he ordered, slowly pushing it he into her You’d better not let him fuck you there...this little hole belongs to me, you understand?”

“I understand, I promise.....ooooowwww! Mmmmhh, it hurts...”

“Swear to me!”

He peppered her cheeks with a few light smacks, making her tight channel contract with each strike. It was like a massage all over his dick, and he could feel the pressure building as she squirmed and wiggled, squeezing his throbbing rod with her ass.

“I swear; big daddy; yours and only yours....please will you let me cum for you? Please baby, I need it...”

He gave her lush backside a few more good slaps, pushing deep into her as her wild movements squeezed his cock.

Fuck.

A few more minutes of this and he’d be shooting her full of cum; not part of his scheme.

A break to give the poor girl some relief seemed fair; and if he didn’t accommodate her she would just go and masturbate afterwards anyway. He would punish her and she would do it again the next time; it had always been that way and he hoped it would be. A well-behaved servant was of no interest to him,

She’d been pretty good, he supposed. And he still had plans for her yet.

“Fuuuck... ohhh...yesss, please baby,” she pleaded, “let your little slut cum for you,” she was was reaching a point of no return, and she was desperate for the quick rush an orgasm brought.

“What if I say no?”

“Please baby, I need it,” she panted “but if you say no I promise I won’t.”

“If I touch your sweet little clit you’re gonna cum no matter what, aren’t you?”

“Nooooo...I promise!”

Testing her theory, he reached down and rubbed her swollen clit between his fingers, burying himself to the hilt in her juicy ass. She squealed in delight, breathing shakily as he rubbed the distended nub, feeling a torrent of cunt juice was over his hand.

Oh fuck....mmmm, please don’t stop, it’s so fucking wet...”

“You dirty little thing, getting fucked in your ass makes you so hot, doesn’t it?”

She was soaring towards her climax, her legs weak as he held her waist tightly; thrusting into her tender, raw anus like a piston.

“Fuck yeah, baby; I love your cock in me...feels so good when you shoot your cum up my sore little ass...”

Shit.

He had to pull out of her delicious ass or his plan would be for nothing. She was in a frenzy now, as his fingers worked her clit furiously, and it was the only time she’d be distracted.

She was tugging on her jutting nipples as he massaged her juicy clit; hungry for the relief of an orgasm.

“Ohh, shit baby....I can’t help it, please!”

He could feel her pulling away from his touch, desperate to stave off her orgasm until he gave the say-so. He rolled her fat clit around in his fingers, eliciting yelps of tormented pleasure from her.

She had suffered long enough, he decided. And his own cock was ready to burst; any more of her gyrating and squeezing and he would be over the edge.

“Cum all over my fingers, you dirty little nympho...let me feel you cum...”

It was the order she’d been aching to hear; and she was well overdue.

“Fuuuuuuck! Ohhh shit...!”

She crushed her pelvis into his firm grip, grinding herself against his hand; he felt her asshole contract tightly around his tool and a flood of her juices poured out, drenching his hand and trickling down her thighs.

He slid his throbbing dick out of her and stood over her as she lay exhausted on the desk, dazed by the final moments of her long awaited orgasm.

His cock was ready to explode; he’d been hard since he took her over his knee and it was high time he get some relief too.

Standing over her, he grabbed his cock and aimed it at her rosy, red ass.

He wanted her to remember who it belonged to.

A few quick strokes of his thick cock and he could feel it welling up; he slapped his tool on her sweaty ass crack and felt the familiar tingle in his balls as his cock began to bounce around; there was no holding back now.

The sensation was bubbling over, and he could feel the first drops of jizz squirting out.

Spurts of sticky cream covered her crimson ass and tartan skirt as he shook his erupting cock over her backside, covering her scorched cheeks, back and ass crack with a deluge of liquid. The back of her skirt was gooey and he could see it dribbling down her inner thighs, sticking to the tops of her lace stockings.

Mission accomplished, he thought mischievously.

She was still; crouched over the desk trying to catch her breath and recuperate from the dizzying orgasm. She could feel the thick droplets running down her thighs and soaking the waistband of her skirt, but had no strength to react.

She took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself before returning to the chair

“Owwww..shit that’s tender!”

She had almost forgotten how savage a spanking she had taken, but attempting to sit was a startling reminder.

“What the fuck did you do to me?”

She was coherent now, and could feel the sticky liquid splattered across her backside and smeared into her skirt.

“Jesus, you fucking covered me!”

“Missed that, did you? Guess you were distracted. You should pay attention next time.”

“Aw, shit...I don’t even have a change of clothes here anymore! I took my stuff home to do laundry!”

She was looking around the office, hoping to find a fitting change of clothes. She glanced at him long enough to see the devious grin cross his lips, and knew immediately he had planned this with that in mind.

“I know,” he chuckled, “I was here last week when you took it home!”

She stared at him for a moment before cracking a smile; it was a pretty sneaky trick on his part and she had to appreciate that.

“You asshole! You knew I’d have to wear this home. It’s almost 10pm, where am I gonna get clean clothes?”

She had to admit; it was well planned and at least a little bit funny, but if her husband saw her walk in the door like this he was going to have a fit. How was she going to explain it?

He grinned and tossed his hands in the air, stifling a hearty laugh at her misfortune.

“Say you were auditioning,” he offered sarcastically “for a foreign film.”

“It’s not funny,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to suppress her own giggles, “well; I guess it is a little!”

She walked towards him; still nude from the waist up, her heavy breasts flushed from the intense workout.

She reached her hands around his waist and looked up at him, a look of contentment about her, despite her lack of clean clothing.

“I guess you had to mark your territory.”

“You know it baby,” he assured her, “guess I’m just a dog at heart.”

Cassie leaned in to give him a final kiss before surveying the room for the rest of her clothes. Traffic was always obnoxious in this area at night, and she had only twenty minutes to get on the road.

“Here, maybe this will help you out,” he offered, holding up a bag from her favourite designer, Lilja. She was a local and dropped by the club often to hold shows for her kinky clothing collection; Mitch had gotten her hooked on on the label after treating her to some of Lilja’s exquisite corsets.

“For me?”

She squealed and reached for the bag; pulling out a hot pink kilt, shorter than the one she was wearing.

“I got it last week for you, but I didn’t see you till today.”

“You knew all along that you had it?”

“Well...not exactly. I forgot until a few minutes ago, actually.”

“You’re full of shit; you wouldn’t send me home like that? Would you?”

“I guess you’ll never know”

He chuckled ominously and took her sticky clothing from her.

“I’ll have someone wash it for you. One of the new girls.”

“You’re so mean!” she replied, giggling nonetheless at the idea.

He gave her a quick squeeze and slapped her ass; indeed the lower half of her cheeks were quite visible in the abrupt little kilt.

He was starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“Ok darling, you gotta go,” he shook his head, “I have to get some actual work done, and you are such a tempting distraction!”

She nodded, finished dressing and gathered the last of her stuff, flashing her round ass as she slipped her heels back on.

Don’t forget our deal, babydoll,” reminded her as she turned to leave, “that ass and mouth are mine. And wear that skirt next week! You have a lot of learning to do.”

Cassie smiled as she headed out the door, her reddened bottom stinging in the cool breeze. She never wanted to stop learning, as long as Mitch would be doing the teaching.