Only The Beginning

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18th January 2012

Settling down in front of my computer on Saturday morning with the taste of his cock still lingering on my tongue and his cum just starting to leak out of my pussy I let out a contented sigh. For what felt like the first time in weeks we had a whole weekend to ourselves, no kids, no social plans, just us and 2 whole days of whatever we felt like doing.

I had been woken by a hand in my hair, dragging me down his body and guiding my mouth onto his soft cock. As I held him tightly in the warm confines of my mouth I took a moment to breathe in his warm night-time scent that still lingered around his body. With his fingers still twisted in my hair he started to guide my mouth slowly up and down over his cock. With each thrust into the back of my throat I could feel him growing larger and larger, filling my mouth and making the saliva dribble down my chin and onto his tight balls.

I love making him cum, whether it be inside me or on me I don’t care I just love hearing the noise he makes and feeling his cock twitch and throb as he empties his balls because of me and so when he guided me to sit on his cock and used my cunt to make himself cum I was not in the least bit bothered that I had not cum too until I read this….

Then I knew I was in for a weekend of testing, teasing, using and abusing and this morning’s awakenings had only been the beginning of what he had planned for me and I was right.

On Saturday we went out shopping which turned into dinner and a movie. We saw Sherlock Holmes and I think I spent as much time watching Robert Downey Jnr and Jude Law as I did watching him. Not that I didn’t enjoy the film because I did, a lot but because every now and then the words he had whispered into my ear during dinner would spring up a into my thoughts and my body would fizz in anticipation of his touch; A touch that in the end never appeared, well not that evening anyway and definitely no orgasm

In the morning he used my mouth again, pinning me on my side to the bed and laying next to me as he took me for his pleasure. Slowly and deliberately taking his time, all the while talking to me, filling the room with words that made me moan and groan onto his cock and left my cunt throbbing and aching. He seems to know full well that the right words are just as powerful a turn on to me as any touch, maybe more so sometimes. Apart from his cock in throat, his cum on my tongue and his hands on my wrists he had barely touched me yet my body was as hot and alive as if he spent 20 minutes delicately teasing my clit. Words; my downfall and still no orgasm

That evening when I had finished writing he led me to the dining room, stripped my leggings from me and set the palms of my hands onto the table top. It was all so slow and controlled, no fighting, no words this time just cool determined actions that had me calmly waiting for whatever was in store for me. The first prickly strike of his hand-made me gasp and my fingers curl up against the wood of the table but there is something about the vampire gloves that has me beaten before he even touches me. They look so vicious and cruel and if he drags them over my skin they tend to snag and scratch as if hinting at the possibility of far worse to come but then when he spanks me with them I find myself arching my back and wanting more. They bite at my skin but in a warm pleasing way that seems to heat my whole body, each strike digging deeper into my flesh and leaving tons and tons of tiny little pin pricks across the smooth skin of my behind.

I was nearly on my knees by the time he pushed me further forward over the table and thrust his cock into my pussy. My arse was a burning stinging mess and the touch of his skin up against it made me wriggle and moan in protest but as I tried to pull away he bought the other gloved hand down onto the side of my thigh, a warning strike but enough to send my mind reeling as it tried to cope with yet another intrusion.

I watched his face in the mirror above the table as he took me from behind, our eyes watching each other. Him watching his little slut, seeing the lust within her eyes as he fills her with his cock and her watching this man use her like the dirty little whore she is. Her stare never leaves his face as he drives himself into her again and again and she watches…. I watch as he closes his eyes and fucks away at my hole until finally cumming deep inside me letting out that distinctive groan, a noise he only makes when he cums and as he does I can feel my own juices spill out of me and start to trickle down my thighs.

He takes photographs of me now, laying me over the beanbag as if to show off his creation and still I have not cum. My bottom is red raw where he has spanked me with the gloves and I am breathless and sweaty but to be honest none of that really registers with me because all I can think about is the orgasm I crave. It is there, I can feel it, hiding behind my clit just waiting for the right touch for it to be fully unleashed. Every move I make just highlights that dull throb of wantonness even more, there is no ignoring it anymore, or living with it. It is consuming my thoughts now and my senses and as he leads me up to bed that night I lie down next to him and beg.

Mollyxxx

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