Infidelity Games, Part 6

joe.nobel (55)in #story • 6 years ago (edited)

“Make me cum,” he ordered as he reached under and grabbed her tits and twisted them against the sheet.

“I’m trying,” she pleaded. “How?”

“Be the sexiest whore-bitch pain slut that ever walked the Earth,” he told her.

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Now, that was humiliating, she fumed to herself. She ought to turn around and slap him. Then she remembered her wrists were still bound against the headboard and she couldn’t even lift her face off the bed. But something in his words set off another part of her brain; something in his dirty words that triggered another orgasm. She hated how he played her, yet she was coming.

Sandra tightened around Chris’s huge cock in a contraction like never before as she came just from those words. Wow, that ought to bring on his own orgasm, she thought. I couldn’t have been tighter. She ,looked forward to him shooting his load into her. But it wasn’t to be, as this latest and most intense orgasm ebbed he was still going strong and continued to ream his member into her as deep as it would go. A new climax started for her as the last one finished.

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-five orgasms. Maybe more. She was quivering. She was delirious. She was exhausted. He was still going strong.

“You had your chance,” he said, as he abruptly pulled out.

It was immediate relief and disappointment at the same time.

He jumped off the bed, unclasped her wrists from the rope around the headboard and pulled her around by the hair. Again he was in her mouth.

This time, hot, fevered, and wet from her own juices, she all but gagged as he pressed himself to the back of her throat. She tasted her salty sticky juices on his cock, if she wasn’t so overloaded, that in itself could have made her come.

Grabbing her by the hair, Chris rammed her head on and off his cock. He didn’t stop when she gagged or coughed. Tears ran down her face. He still didn’t stop.

“Make me come,” he ordered again. He slapped her cheek.

“Mmmmmffffmmm,” she said. No protest of hers slowed him down.

“You have fifteen minutes.”

Fifteen minutes came and went as he rammed his heated member in and out of her mouth. He showed no sign of coming, although she thought she had made great headway and he shouldn’t have been able to resist her this much.

He pulled out of her and she took a deep breath. The first satisfying breath she had since he so cruelly fucked her face. She shot him an angry look, but she knew looks would only embolden him.

They came full circle from this morning as he tied her wrists to her ankles, leaving her standing next to the bed. This time she was quivering before they got started; started with what she dared not guess.

Five cruel lashes from the same riding crop from the morning, then he inserted a lubricated finger up her bottom.

“No,” she cried. “You win. You win. Just stop! Please. I’ll do anything for you. Just name it.” But her words turned into moans. She didn’t know herself if they were moans of pain, protest, of pleasure.

That one lubed finger led to two, then three. She felt her petite ass hole loosen as he explored her. She tried to squirm, then buckle. It was no good, he kept her afloat with an arm around her midriff, steading her as he teased her ass with the other hand.

When he was satisfied she was more-than-enough lubed, he pushed his burning cock into her. He was slow, but not as slow as she would have liked. She cried, more to the sensation overload than to any real pain.

With two hands steadying her by the hips, he rocked her along his shaft. If she’d only have a free hand, she’d still play with herself. The sensation of he being so deep in her oh-so-tight bottom sent her to a wild place full of tingles and illicit quivers, but no orgasm. Yet, she was so infuriatingly close.

What if he did come right now and leave me off all tingly with no relief? she thought in horror. But then again, she remembered she must have had thirty killer orgasms all ready. Her body couldn’t take any more.

Before she knew what she was saying, she said, “Please, sir. Touch me again. Make me come one more time. You like to see me lose control, don’t you?”

“Ask again,” he said. “Make it dirty.”

Oh, the humiliation! “Please sir, this horny cum-slut slave craves one more orgasm, because with your cock up her dirty ass she is beside herself in frustration.”

“For the dirty cum-slut slave, I will grant you one more orgasm.”

What was she asking of him? She wondered. Am I crazy, I’m all but orgasmically burned out?

He reached under her with his right hand and inserted one finger, then two up her pussy.

It was wild, it was sensational, it was mind blowing.

By the time he had three, then four fingers into her as deep as he could get while reaching under her, Sandra felt so stuffed.

His cock up her ass, his hand practically filling her pussy, all but fisting her, she felt like she was about to explode.

“Oh, god, no!” she cried. “I’m coming again. It’s too much. Oh, god, it’s too, too much!”

As she was quivering at the start of this latest orgasm, his hand easily entered her, and she came as he was fully fisting her in her pussy with his cock filling her ass. She didn’t know how she could be so stuffed and not split open.

“I’m coming, too,” he said, but with more composure than she. He pushed himself as deep up her hole as he could get his cock, all the while ministering to her pussy with his hand in a ball. He felt her tighten around him, both the his hand in her pussy and his penis up her ass.

He came in spasm after spasm. It felt like he ejaculated a torrent of cum and cried in his own pleasure and pain as he filled her with in what felt like bucket-loads.

Sandra knew it for what it was and had a wry smile he couldn’t see, knowing that his overworked cock was finally getting its due. He’d be sore all night, and good for him, that mean, mean, mean, ol’ dom.

When he pulled out, she earned another slap across her bottom before he untied her.

He sent her to shower. Then he showered himself.

They’d planned to go out to dinner, but fell asleep on the sofa. When they woke, it was too late, too cold, and too rainy to go out. They had sandwiches and another bowl of the butternut soup.

Don’t go too far. This was only day one of their weekend. See what Sunday has in store for these illicit lovers in their Infidelity Games. But, that’s another story.