by wildcherry
Miranda The Pain Slut
Miranda shifted uncomfortably on the narrow leather seat, grasping tighter to her Master as she saw a slight turn in the road ahead. The surface of the seat between her thighs was fairly hot and slick and she felt like she was losing her grip as the road seemed to continue into the horizon indefinitely. She lowered her head and buried herself against Master’s back as He revved the motorcycle and sped along the long barren highway. She wasn’t sure how this had all come about, and she tried to use this time to figure out what exactly had happened this afternoon when she got home exhausted from a busy day at work. She had walked through the front door expecting to find an empty house, and had planned on slinking upstairs and soaking in the tub for an hour or two to make herself decent for when Master would arrive home. Instead, when she had walked into the house, she had found her small black carry-all bag packed and sitting beside Masters larger navy overnight bag, also packed. She had looked up in confusion then saw Master barreling forward in a mad rush.
“Hello My love,” He had whispered and kissed her quickly on the cheek before grabbing up the bags and heading out the front door. She had watched Him dumbfounded before gathering her wits about her and followed after Him, sputtering questions to which He seemed not to hear. She followed Him into the garage and watched as He packed the bags in the small compartment of the motorcycle, her expression turning into one of pure astonishment. He looked up at her and smiled briefly before heading back towards the house, but this time she blocked His path and caught His attention.
“What is going on Master?” she whispered determinedly. His large hands came to rest heavily on her shoulders as He looked down at her with those sexy green eyes. He bent forwards slowly and dropped a soft tender kiss on her forehead, and she allowed herself to relax momentarily and melt into His strength. As He pulled away, she moaned softly, and He tilted her chin upwards so that she was gazing into His eyes.
“Do you remember that time, about six months ago, when you forgot to give me that message and I almost lost that very big account?” Miranda’s body shuddered uncontrollably at the reminder of that time. She had been so scared that she had ruined Master’s new up and coming business venture. That had been His first potential client, and she had messed up royally. She had had to do a lot of back-peddling and pleading with the client to give Master’s company another chance. In the end, everything had worked out and Miranda had tried her best to forget all about that horrible incident. She looked up and realized Master was still looking down at her, waiting for her reply, so she nodded slowly as her blue eyes looked away from His face and fell to His chest.
“Look at Me,” He said quietly but firmly, and her soft eyes hesitantly looked back into His steady gaze. “Do you remember later in that month, when everything was settled and I promised you that I wouldn’t forget that incident, and some punishment would result?” Miranda’s eyes widened as she quickly remembered the conversation that she had practically all but deleted from her mind. Master’s eyes were crinkling in the corners from His widening smile as the realization dawned on her face. His grip on her shoulder was firm and helped steady her as she suddenly felt light-headed. Her eyes closed momentarily as she realized all of the things that might be ahead of her; then she suddenly remembered that it was only Thursday and she still had to work tomorrow. Her eyes flew open and she was just about to mention this fact to Master, when He spoke intuitively. “It’s all arranged My slut. I have spoken with your boss and you are not expected at work until Tuesday, I have made alternate arrangements for My firm and the accounts. Reservations have been made, and oh My goodness, we are very very late.” His arms turned her around and began propelling her gently towards the house. “Hurry My little fuckslut, your outfit is on the bed, have a quick shower and be back downstairs in fifteen minutes. For every minute you are late, you will receive five additional floggings on the ass.” He patted her ass softly as He pressed her forwards.
A small gasp slipped from her lips at His words, her legs slowly beginning to move herself faster as she knew from experience that He would be timing her and remember any additional floggings she may earn. She didn’t even stop to look at the outfit, but raced into the washroom and had the fastest shower she could ever remember having in her life. She ran a quick brush through her hair as she quickly applied some make-up to her still damp face. She suddenly realized, she still had no idea what was happening, where they were going, and were they really taking the bike? Master knew how terrified she was of it. In fact, she hadn’t been on the beast (that was her term for the dreadful machine), since He had first brought it home four months ago and had tried to get her to like it. She had tried for Him to enjoy it, but she couldn’t. Her body jerked suddenly as she realized she had been lost in thought, and only Master knew how many minutes she had just wasted.
“Damn it!” she muttered and rushed into the bedroom to get dressed, her feet stopping dead in her tracks as she spotted the outfit. She was shaking her head no as she crept slowly closer to the bed. “I am not wearing that … that … that … I don’t even know what to call that,” she grumbled loudly.
“Yes you will My slut. You can stand here and debate it, but you are already at thirteen minutes and 55 seconds.” Miranda shrieked in surprise as His deep voice filled the room and she realized His presence at the doorway. She stood with her mouth open, more out of embarrassment that He had overheard her grumblings than anything else. He looked down at His watch again and smiled happily at her. “Fifteen minutes My little one. Every little minute now means the redder your ass will be later.” Her body slowly jerked in response as she urged herself to hurry up, her movements almost mechanical as she felt herself lost in thought again. She slid on the teeny tiny black leather skirt with red flames stitched on the front along the thighs, and the large tear in the center almost went right up to her bare pussy. There were no panties, she searched all over the bed until Master quietly assured her there were none. She nodded softly and reached for the leather bra top, sliding the tight restrictive material over her soft skin. There were small tassles at the tips of the cups, and they shook as she adjusted the tight material, repositioning her breasts so that the cleavage was more ample. She sat on the bed and slid on the thigh high leather boots, lacing them carefully and tying them firmly. She looked up to see Master watching her intently, shifting slightly against the wall as she finished up. He cleared His throat and His eyes flew down to His watch.
“Um, the deal was you had to be dressed and downstairs, the clock is still ticking My sweet.” Miranda carefully stood up; swaying precariously as she balanced herself carefully on the overly tall boots she was wearing. She nodded softly in acknowledgement of His words and slowly began to walk forwards, quite awkwardly in fact as she adjusted to the height. He walked ahead of her, ready to catch her if she tumbled forwards, and she couldn’t hide the smile at His thoughtfulness. When He reached the bottom, He held out His arms and she practically jumped down into them, burying herself in His embrace. “Only 6 minute’s late My slut,” He whispered into her ear, and she shivered in anticipation of what was to come. His large hands spun her around and pulled her back to Him, pressing her ass against His hardness as His hands settled comfortably on her breasts. Her head leaned back against His chest and she moaned happily as His hands slowly snaked down her bare stomach and slid under the very short skirt and gently fingered her wet pussy. Her hands flew up and wrapped around His neck as she spread her legs wider and ground down slightly on His fingers. Her lips sought out His neck, and she sucked gently as her hips writhed almost frantically on Him. She gasped in surprise as she felt something cool and smooth slide into her wet hole, His fingers pressing this object deep inside her before sliding out.
“Keep it in My dear,” He whispered and smoothed down her skirt, gently pushing her away from Him. She moaned as the object shifted strangely inside her, and she looked up at Him quizzically hoping for some explanation, but He only smiled and proffered her a feminine leather jacket with roses stitched along the back. She had slid into it and turned back to Him, but He had already exited the house and she had stood there dazed a few moments before she gathered her wits and locked up the house and followed after Him.
And now here she was. On the back of the beast, her juices flowing freely unrestricted onto the narrow leather seat vibrating between her thighs. She grasped tighter to Master as they moved into a turn and that fear of tipping overtook her again. You would think she would be used to this by now, but for some reason the fear always returned as they moved into turns. She wondered for the hundredth time where they were going, her nerves on edge as all the possibilities drifted through her mind again and again. She felt the speed of the bike slowing down, and she looked up cautiously at her surroundings, her arms still holding Master very tightly. She realized He was pulling over to the side of the road, and she instantly started worrying that there was something wrong with the bike. He slowly stopped, and His feet fell to the ground to balance the beast as He disembarked. She remained on the seat until He gestured her to step down, and she quickly did so, confused as she watched Him begin to drag the bike into the woods and not examine it for anything. The road was practically deserted, and she hadn’t seen another vehicle in at least twenty minutes.
“Where are You going Master?” she shouted after His rapidly departing form. She looked forlornly at the road then back at Master’s backside, her arms flailing worriedly at her sides before trailing after Him into the dark woods. She hated the forest for she was a city girl at heart, and as usual all the bugs seemed to make a bee-line straight for her. Her arms waved them away as her head jerked with each buzz in her ear. She squealed and shouted for Master as she struggled to catch up to Him, where on earth was He going, she muttered to herself again and again, hoping to hell He knew where He was going. She felt something slimy brush up against her arm, and she released a high pitched squeal, sure to wake up any living creature for miles. She stopped dead in her tracks and brushed away at her arm, making sure nothing was there or had left any residue on her skin. Finally satisfied she was clean, she looked up to continue walking but realized she had lost complete sight of Master. She strained to hear His footsteps or any sound He may possibly make, but as the silence loomed she began to grow frantic, screaming His name as a few tears began to roll down her cheeks. She looked around her to see nothing but the trees and the bugs. She slowly began to walk forwards, unsure if this was the correct direction, and her fears grew as the silence seemed to drown her.
After what seemed like hours of isolation, she finally sat down on a large boulder and sobbed quietly, hiding her face in her arms as she drew her knees up to her chin and began to rock back and forth. She had never felt so lost and alone, and her sobs slowly grew louder as these feelings began to overwhelm her, and she began trembling as indecision racked her body. Should she try to keep searching for Master, or stay put and see if He came looking for her? She groaned aloud as she struggled with trying to decide, and her entire being must’ve jumped straight out of her body as she felt large arms encircle her form from behind. She squealed loudly, and was getting ready to use the kung fu techniques Master had shown her a couple of months ago, when she heard His voice whisper in her ear.
“Miranda, where the hell did you go, you had Me worried. I looked back and you were gone.” His voice had a frantic note to it, and He hugged her fiercely as she melted into His embrace, and sank back into Him. Her hands reached back and pulled Him impossibly closer as she savoured His nearness, and her body instantly calmed down.
“I … I … I … was attacked by a bug or a frog or something, and when I looked up You were gone Master,” she whispered sadly as her head leaned up against His arm, and her eyes drifted closed. “Where’s the bike Master?” she asked quietly, realizing she hadn’t seen it. But this thought drifted away as she realized He was taking her top off and a small nervous giggle spilled from her lips. “M…M…Master, what are You doing?” she stuttered anxiously.
“Shhhh My little slut,” He whispered in her ear as He pulled the tight top over her head, revealing her heavy full breasts. She moaned and arched her chest forwards into His large hands, her nipples instantly erect and needy. “Oh My sweet sweet slut,” He whispered as He gently fondled and squeezed her soft orbs. He gently pulled her arms behind her back, and her chest puffed out slightly more from the positioning, and her head tilted back into His chest happily. She didn’t realize until it was done, that He had bound her hands quite firmly behind her back, and by the time she did clue in, He was just staring down at her, watching her. Her blue eyes nervously looked up into His stern gaze, and she felt her body flushing at His intense examination, and her eyes unable to hold His gently lowered to her lap. He reached down and carefully pulled her into a standing position, then twirled her to face Him. His hands softly played with her long golden locks, before trailing down her soft ivory cheeks, over her slightly pouty lips, and down her long slender neck. She shivered at the ultra-soft touch, and moaned as His large fingers snaked their way around her breasts, over her nipples, down her stomach and around her belly button, finally resting on the clasp of the leather skirt. Her eyes jerked up in surprise and her body instinctively began to back away as she realized He was about to undo it. He easily held her in place as the other hand tugged down the extremely tight skirt, ripping it slightly in the process. She gasped as the cool air hit her hot sopping center, and Master could fully see the moisture trailing around her bare pussy lips and down her inner thighs. Her eyes flew up to look into His as He examined this beauty before Him, clad in only the thigh-high leather stiletto boots.
He bent down to kiss her softly on the lips, then whispered very faintly in her ear, “it is time for the punishment My toy.” Her body jerked once again in surprise, but His grasp was firm as He led her over to a large tree and pressed her up against it. She grunted as the rough bark bit into her soft tender flesh and Master spread her legs slightly. “Don’t move a muscle,” He warned and she could hear Him unzipping a bag. He slowly walked around her form, and stood facing her as she practically embraced the tree, her arms still bound behind her. Something glinted in the fading daylight, and her eyes were immediately drawn to this object. Her soft blue eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out what Master held so proudly between His fingers, and when she finally did realize what it was, the only sound she could make was a startled croak. She was too shocked even to take a step backwards as He took a step forwards. He lightly squeezed the first clamp and the small metal jaws opened threateningly as His large hand brought this torture device to her nipple. Swiftly and with little mercy, He allowed the clamp to clasp down on her protruding rosy bud, and before she could scream aloud from the pain, He had snaked the chain around the tree before clamping the other little jaw on her left nipple. She squealed in agony as the blood flow was restricted and the biting pain caused a fire to burst in her chest. Her first instinct was to back away, but with the chain wrapped around the tree, when she did so, the pull on her nipples was fierce, and the flash of bright pain almost brought her to her knees as the tears flew freely from her eyes.
She squealed agonizingly as she struggled to remain in place, for any movement would cause the chain to brush against the tree bark and bring a fresh set of biting pains to her breasts. She breathed heavily, and even this seemed to aggravate the nipple clamps so she struggled hard to regain her composure. He watched all this with no expression. He watched her quickly learn her new limits, and He watched as each burst of pain shot through her body and the tears began to pour down her beautiful face. He slowly leaned forwards and gently licked up a few of her tears, His fingers resting on her curvy hips possessively. She moaned from pain and pleasure as her eyes closed again and she felt her female juices pouring a little more freely from her pussy. He slowly moved away from her, and she heard a soft click right before that object He had planted deep inside her hot hole back at home, began to vibrate. She gasped as her hips instantly began to grind against the tree, and little tugs of pain pulled at her nipples from her movements.
“M…M…M…M…Master, pleeeeeeease,” she cried, her cornflower blue eyes pleading with Him. He softly shook His head no, and pulled something else from His pocket. She was ready to collapse already, but the punishment had just begun. She struggled to focus on what was in His hands, it was shiny and looked like a small chain, in fact it looked exactly like the nipple clamps He had just used. She looked up at Him confused, but that confusion lasted only a few more seconds as she quickly realized what He was doing. He clasped one of the tiny jaws to the lip of her pussy, then pulled the chain around the tree and clamped it to the other side of her pussy. The biting pain on her soft pussy lips caused her small body to spasm forwards, and she trembled violently as the nipple clamps shook from her movements. “Ohhhhhhh Master, pleeeeease, ohhhh pleeeeease,” she whimpered pathetically.
“No My fucktoy, it’s not even close for your time to release. Just relax and enjoy your punishment.” Her soft pleas and moans fell on deaf ears as He went back to His bag. She tried to pivot to see what He was doing, but the slightest movement caused a multitude of pain spasms to wrack her body, and she realized it just wasn’t worth it. She rested her forehead up against the tree as the vibrations continued steadily deep inside her and she struggled not to grind down against the tree. How did I get myself into this mess, she wondered dazedly to herself over and over. A loud crack brought her back to the present, and she heard the air swooshes of the flogger as Master tested it in the air. Her body flinched involuntarily as the sounds grew closer and closer. “What did we settle on My slut? How many spankings did we end up with?” He said this teasingly as He neared her. “How many minutes were you late? Was it ten? Or fifteen? No I think it was ten, so that’s what, an additional fifty smacks?” He paused and waited for her reaction, knowing it would come soon. He wanted to see just how on edge she really was.
“N…N…N…No … it … was … only … five … no … six minutes Master. Six minutes …. meaning … 30 … only 30 smacks.” She let these words hiss from her lips as she struggled hard to keep her composure. Her body trembled as she strained to hear what He was saying from behind her.
“No My love, I’m pretty sure it was ten minutes. Remember?” She squealed loudly, simpering childishly.
“Noooooo Master, please it was six minutes. Honest.”
“Ohhhh, alright, I’ll have to take your word for it then. So, we have an additional 30 floggings to the original twenty that I had arranged, for a grand total of fifty. Now since I really want you to learn from this punishment, you will count down the smacks. If you forget one, we start back at fifty, if you mix them up, we start back at fifty. Is this understood?” The only sound that she emitted was a soft growl as she nodded her head pathetically. “Answer Me verbally, or I will add ten more.”
“Yes Master, I understand.”
“Good girl. Shall we begin?”
“Yessssss Master,” she said very quietly, but audibly.
“Alright slut, here we go.” She heard the air as it brushed against the rapidly moving leather flogger, and she winced before it even made contact with her flesh. The loud crack of skin against leather filled the air, and the heat in her ass was instant and overpowering. She shuddered as her chains rattled from the impact, and the object nestled deep inside of her jostled against her canal. Her groans filled the surrounding area as she whimpered and cried aloud. Amidst all this, she forgot to count, and thus Master had to start back at fifty.
“Are you ready this time girl?”
“Yesssss Master, I am sorry,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.
“OK, here we go again then. But mind you, I have all night and rather enjoy this task, so I don’t mind if you lose track or forget to count at all My little slut,” He teased. She just grumbled incoherently as she heard the flogger being raised in the air once again, and braced herself for the impact. Through clenched teeth, she squeaked out the number of smacks.
“Fifty … forty-nine …” groan “forty-eight … forty-seven,” she croaked out these numbers as the firm leather hit already reddened flesh, the pains in her nipples and pussy lips fading into a dull ache as these fierce smacks invaded her senses. The countdown continued for sometime as Master moved all over her backside, and as she mumbled out twenty, He suddenly stopped. His large hands gently began to caress her bright red body, stopping at her dripping pussy He massaged her juices into her soft skin then gathered them up and along the crack of her ass. She moaned dazedly as His fingers began probing around her tight star, slowly pressing inside her, using her own slut juices as lubricant. She gasped and writhed against the tree as He pushed His finger deeper and deeper and sucked hard on her neck.
“Oh please Master, may I cum?” she asked pleadingly.
“No, not yet My slut,” He said rather off-handedly as He continued exploring her tight ass, occasionally squeezing her buttocks and massaging the burning flesh. She moaned uncontrollably as He probed her tenderly, deeply, and fully, erotically bumping up against the mini vibrator buzzing away inside her.
“I … I … I can’t … hold … off … much … longer Master,” she panted helplessly.
“Yes you can. And yes you will. Now, ready to resume the countdown?”
“Ohhhhhh,” she grumbled. “Yes Master.” His finger slowly withdrew from her tight star, cupping her sopping womanhood in His hands and placing His hand before her mouth so she could taste her slutty juices. She licked them up obediently, and gently kissed the tips of His fingertips before He withdrew fully and raised the flogger again. Smack, He brought the leather down on her already tender flesh and waited for her to speak, which she eventually did.
“Nineteen,” she panted breathlessly. She could feel the spasms of an orgasm threatening to overtake her body and was losing her self-control, something she really didn’t want to happen. Master’s arm stopped in the air, poised to strike, but He was more interested in watching her fight her inner battle, to see if she could stave off this spasm that was threatening to overtake her. He watched her closely, examining every little flinch and jerk and watched as the shudders finally began to simmer down and she was able to regain control of her body. The countdown resumed, and was tediously slow in reaching the final smack. He thought His arm was gonna fall off and the hard-on raging in His pants was making Him desperate, but He carefully maintained His cool and tried to give her the impression He could wait all night. He watched her body, and saw it was growing slightly limp from her exertions, and He knew instinctively it was time to let her release before she passed out.
He walked in front of her, so that she could see His face and He could see hers. Miranda’s was flushed bright red as she staved off her orgasm, her blue eyes were frantic as she looked up into His face, and He instantly regretted making her wait so long, but He also knew deep down it was what she needed. He pulled the little mini vibrator from her pussy and turned it off as He laid it aside. He presented her with her favourite dildo, and saw the hysteria in her eyes as He began to slowly slide it into her slick slit, teasing her clit before fully inserting it. Her eyes rolled back as He began to pump the gelly pleasure toy in and out of her, her body jerking and grinding down to meet each thrust. She was unable to form the words, but the look on her face said it all, and He nodded His permission and the relief on her face almost made Him cum in His pants. Get a grip on Yourself Man, He scolded Himself. Her body writhed wildly as the spasms were finally allowed to overtake her. He kept pumping the dildo with one hand, while the other began to unclasp the clamps attached to her nipples. She squealed as the pain of the blood rushing back into her breasts enhanced the orgasm, and His hand then reached down to unclamp the pussy lip clamps. Her squeals turned into soundless shouts as her mouth opened and closed without a sound, and her head tilted back. She lost her balance, but He caught her quickly before she fell all the way back.
Her shudders and spasms continued for what seemed hours as her eyes rolled back, and she moaned deep throaty animalistic growls. Her hips bucked and writhed as He continued pumping the dildo, His own groans growing louder as her cum juices began to trail down His hand. His cock was throbbing madly, and His concentration was pretty near shot. Her eyes were strangely blank and serene as He lifted her into His arms as her shudders slowly began subsiding, and easily undid the knot restraining her hands. Leaving all of His toys and possessions where they were, He carried her a few feet into the cabin He had reserved ages ago for this occasion. He eyed His bike to make sure it was where He had left it, then nudged the door open and laid her limp form on the sofa, kissing her forehead softly as He walked into the washroom and drew her a nice warm bubble bath, making sure the water was hardly hot at all. He removed the delicious thigh high boots and then carried her over to the tub and carefully placed her inside. He listened as she moaned contently and her eyes drooped shut, and He smiled down at her exhausted form then reached for the ropes He had placed in the bathroom earlier. Looping the rope around her wrist, He secured her to the bars on the wall. These hoisted her up just high enough so that her breasts floated at the water line, and her head was kept securely above the water. He then looped a rope around one ankle and attached it to a ring on the outside of the tub, and repeated this with her other foot, leaving her spread wide in the water. Right now He couldn’t see a thing because of the bubbles, but that wouldn’t be a problem for too long. She remained dozing, blissfully unaware of what He was doing. He smiled one last time then went back into the woods to retrieve all of their belongings.
Miranda felt a shiver course through her body as cool air brushed against damp skin, and the water swished gently as she moved in her sleep. Her eyes slowly opened as the coldness of her body interrupted her comfortable sleep. She attempted to move her arms, and quickly realized they were restrained, and then she tried each leg in turn to find the same results. She looked around dazedly, where in the hell was she? She shivered again, and her breasts throbbed wildly, still pink from the clamps earlier, her nipples were sticking quite far out as the cool water and air kept them in a constant state of arousal. She listened quietly for any sound from Master, but heard nothing. She lay back in the now cool bubble-less water and tried to get her bearings.
“Master?” she whimpered quietly, unsure if He was even here or not. There was no reply, and she closed her eyes again to try and concentrate. When she reopened them, He was standing at the doorway, watching her quietly, smiling softly.
“Hello My pet, welcome back to the land of the living.” She giggled nervously.
“How long have I been out?”
“Oh, about twenty-five minutes now.”
“Ahhhh. No wonder this water is freezing,” she hinted hopefully.
“Yes, that could be why My girl.” He offered no help whatsoever. Just watched her quietly, smiling softly. He felt His cock twitch as she shifted slightly in the water. Damn this woman, He muttered happily to Himself. Her eyes lowered temporarily to explore her body, not before stopping on the bulge in His pants. She quickly hid the smile that threatened to spill over her lips. Maybe she did have some advantage here, she thought to herself. She shifted her body again, ensuring her breasts swayed softly and her thighs opened wide to reveal her bare pussy. She peeked up at Him through her lashes, smiling coyly as she watched Him watch her.
“This is a lovely bath Master, I must thank You for drawing it for me.”
“Yes, well, I’m glad you like it,” He replied, slightly confused by the direction this was heading. He had expected her to beg for release from the tub. Then He realized what had happened. His damn erection had given Him away again. He smiled sweetly at her as He shifted His large frame in the doorway. “Would you like to enjoy it for another fifteen minutes or so?” He tried to contain His laugh at the incredulous expression that made its way to her face before she regained her composure. He watched as she tried to find a graceful way out of this hole she had dug for herself.
“Um, well, sure I wouldn’t mind a few more minutes Master, but … it … is … getting … a wee bit chilly in here, I must say,” she whispered and glanced pointedly down at her raging nipples.
“Hmmm, yes it does appear so. Give Me a holler when you are ready, I’ll be in the living room reading the paper.” He smiled wickedly as He turned away from her, and He could hear her teeth chattering as she contemplated her situation.
“Um, Master?”
“Yes My toy?”
“I think I’m ready to get out now.”
“Oh, really? And is that how one asks for permission to be released from her bindings from her Master?” He heard a low grumble deep in her throat and He was struggling not to chuckle.
“Please Master, may I be released?” she asked in a soft girlish voice.
“How will you earn this release My pet?”
“Please release me Master, and I will show You my gratitude.” He looked at her contemplatively for a few minutes then decided to allow her to take over the reins for a bit. He slowly undid the ropes on her wrist and ankles and slid the rope from her, but she didn’t rise from the tub as He had expected she would. She patted the edge of the tub, and invited Him to remove His shirt. He did so. He watched incredulously as her hands slid towards her pussy, and began massaging her clit and rubbing her puffy red lips, still tender from earlier. He shifted on the edge of the tub as He watched her finger her pussy. She smiled softly at Him, and lifted one leg into the air for Him to grasp, which He did immediately. He slid His fingers along the cool damp flesh, and allowed them to trail towards her inner thighs before moving back towards the ankle. His eyes were transfixed on her small hands probing, teasing, and massaging that small mound that always seemed to be on His mind. He growled His arousal as she slid a finger inside the hole, and one of her hands reached towards Him and unbuckled His pants. He rose from His place and the pants slid down His body and fell in a puddle at His feet. He pulled His underwear down as well, His eyes never leaving the fingers toying with her pussy.
He leaned forwards, as if He was going to enter the tub with her, but then suddenly bear hugged her slight form and lifted her from the small ceramic basin and heaved her legs over His hips, His hardness brushing against her belly as her breasts pushed against His chest. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled lustily. He glanced in the mirror behind her, and noticed her ass cheeks were still flaming red, and He suddenly had to have her. He plunged her down on His cock, her body sliding onto the large throbbing shaft at first uncomfortably, but quickly stretching to fit His manhood. Her moans were loud and aggressive as her hips ground down against Him. She leaned backwards suddenly, throwing Him off balance and He almost dropped her, but she clasped onto the sink so that she was lying almost horizontal, and her feet wedged themselves against the wall behind Him, almost taking her full weight from Him as she began pumping His cock, His hands now resting under her ass to keep her up as she fucked Him wildly. He didn’t know how she was doing this, but fuck He didn’t care, He had never felt anything so good in His life. Her small frame writhed in the air before Him, her breasts jiggling wildly as her hips bucked against His cock and her legs squeezed around His waist as they struggled to maintain their grasp on the wall.
He let Himself go, shooting spurt after spurt of seed into His girl. He thought His entire body was going to explode wildly as His release came fast, hard, and suddenly. She milked His cock for all she could as her pussy muscles clenched down and her pussy walls teased the sides of His shaft. He could feel her cumming with Him as their release was quick and hard. Blast after blast He filled her small canal until it was spilling over and their cum began to drip down her thighs. His own thighs were exhausted from the strain of the position and He reached down to lift her back up, kissing her pink lips deeply as His arms pressed her to Him tightly. Still inside her, He moaned from the pleasure only she seemed able to give Him, and gasped as she slid down His body and her mouth began to clean Him off. Dragging over every inch of His cock and all over His balls and thighs, He could barely stand still as He smiled down proudly at her. As she finished up, He once again lifted her into His arms, but this time He carried her to the bedroom where they fell asleep exhausted against each other. He really had almost lost her today when she had moved around into an area of the woods He hadn’t noticed before, but He had quickly gotten His bearings and used her emotional state to His advantage. He peeked His eyes open at the box sitting in the corner to ensure it was still there. Oh, He had a hell of a weekend planned for her, but damn it was the first night and He was already worn out. Oh well, things would have to be arranged. He smiled to Himself, pulled her closer, and allowed the darkness to encompass Him as she nestled possessively against Him.
“Mmmmy slut.” He whispered in His sleep.