Fleeting glimpses

Memory's a bit haywire, but I had to try.

He started with a long session of floggers, capped off by the wooden spoon. I remember kicking, screaming, biting my pillow. Five strokes only with that horrible thing, but I could barely bear it.

"You took that really well, poor girl," he told me, stroking my burning ass.

Stroking, sucking, twisting, hurting my nipples.

"I'm gonna make you suck my cock. Because I can. Because that's what you're for. Isn't that right?"

On top of me, forcing his cock into my mouth.

He rolled off, got the ramp, leaned back on it. "Get back to sucking," he ordered firmly.

He watched. I sucked his cock for a time, until he pulled it away. In response to my bereft whimpers he said "You can suck my balls though," and so I did, my position affording me an amazing view of his body, from his hard cock bobbing against his stomach, all the way up. When he pulled those away from me as well, I sank even lower and let my tongue lick one long lick from his anus, over his balls, all the way up his cock and back down, then starting the whole thing over.

He made very pleased noises indicating he liked what he saw, what he felt. I did it again, and again, and again, finally ending the upstroke by taking his cock all the way in my mouth and as far down as I could. Back to his ass, back over his balls, a hungry moan and devouring his cock, sucking hard for a moment, then back again to repeat the entire process, over and over and over and over, for a long, long time. I was enjoying myself immensely and he was too - but a few times he asked me to stop.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked raggedly, my voice unsteady with desire.

"Well, not really, but there's your poor tongue to worry about."

"Mmmmmm, my tongue's fine," I responded, proving it by continuing what I'd been doing.

He let me go on and on even longer, until finally, he patted the bed next to him. "Come on up here, let me fuck your pussy."

On my back, him atop me, holding my legs up and open for him, rocking into him as he slowly fucked me and talked to me, burning me with the heat of his words. My legs began to tremble and I slowly put them down.

"Are you worn out?" he asked me, pushing just the head of his cock into me over and over, waiting for a response.

"Mmmm, nuh-uh."

"Good. My cock's not done with you yet," he said, then told me to turn over. Then, kneeling behind me with his legs outside mine and his hands on my ass and lower back for leverage, caging me in as he slid his way inside my dripping pussy.

"My good little fuckhole," he whispered, and this stood out among the many many things he said, "my fuckholeS," as he worked a lubed finger into my ass, still thrusting his cock inside me.

"Oh my God, oh my GOD," I kept screaming into the pillow, as he urged me to take it, as his voice kept pouring over my ears, and his cock and his fingers moved inside of me, all my senses completely absorbed with him.

Then being rolled onto my side, his fingers lubing my ass, his cock forcing its way in, screaming, pounding the bed at the intrusion, trying to struggle away. His hand on my hip held me steady, his other hand fisted in my hair. "Go on, let me hear it, say it," he said.

"Oh God," I panted, still struggling, my body still trying to get away, "oh, oh, fuck me, oh God," as I slapped the bed in a vain attempt to release the incredible amount of pressure being exerted on my rear.

Eventually I adapted and the intensity became bearable, delicious, wonderful.

He came, pulled me closer, his fingers finding my pussy again and bringing me an orgasm, or possibly two... I melted bonelessly into his arms, words of praise and thanks spilling from me, until we slept.

Glorious.