A True Story - Kink & BDSM
BDSM and Brutal Ecstasy
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This happened few years ago. I was having a fwb arrangement with a gorgeous lady in Altona. Unfortunately she moved to another state.
The knock on her door echoed through the quiet house, and I could already feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I knew she was alone—her daughter was out, and the coast was clear. I adjusted the bag of toys slung over my shoulder, my heart pounding in anticipation. This was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. I knocked again, harder this time, and heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching.
The door creaked open, and there she was—her wide eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But before she could say a word, I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall. Her gasp was cut short as I pulled the cuffs from my pocket, securing her wrists behind her back with practiced ease.
Jesus, her skin was so soft.
She struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you—?”
But I didn’t let her finish. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her forward and shoving her face down onto the table. Her breath hitched, her body tense as I ripped her pants down in one swift motion. The sound of my zipper cut through the air, and I could already see the wetness dripping down her thighs.
I didn’t wait. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she let out a strangled moan, her body arching against the table. Her dress hiked up, her ass pinned beneath me as I fucked her with abandon. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but I held her down, my grip unyielding.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and rough.
Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came, her wetness coating my cock. I didn’t let up, driving into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
When I finally pulled out, I turned her around, shoving her to the floor. She knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in protest, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as I thrust in and out, her cuffed hands useless at her sides.
“Do you love the taste of your cum?” I demanded, my voice dark and commanding.
She could only moan, her throat vibrating around me as I fucked her mouth, her saliva and her own juices dripping down her chin.
When I finally released her, I dragged her by the hair, her body limp as I threw her onto the bed. I ripped her clothes off, her naked body sprawled before me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I grabbed the rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide open for me.
Her eyes darted to mine, a mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the choke and blindfold, securing them in place, leaving her in darkness.
I could hear her breathing quicken.
I traced the whip along her breasts, feeling her shiver beneath me. Then, without warning, I brought it down, the sharp crack echoing through the room. She screamed, her body jerking against the restraints, but I didn’t stop.
I moved the whip lower, teasing her dripping pussy, and brought it down again. Her cries turned to moans, her hips thrusting upward, begging for more. I could see her juices pooling beneath her, the bed soaking wet as I continued to whip her, each strike bringing her closer to the edge.
She was losing control, her body writhing, her moans growing louder.
I dropped the whip, my cock aching as I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust into her without warning, her tight walls gripping me as I fucked her with abandon. Her screams were muffled by the gag, her body convulsing as she came, over and over again.
When I finally came inside her, filling her with my cum, I released the restraints, pulling her into my arms. I removed the blindfold and gag, her eyes meeting mine, her lips swollen and trembling.
“Did you enjoy that?” I whispered, my voice soft now.
She kissed me passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Thanks, Shan. It was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came.”
We laid there for a while, our bodies entwined, the heat between us still smouldering. I ordered some food, and we settled in to watch a movie. But halfway through, my hand found its way between her legs, my fingers rubbing her clit.
She gasped, her body arching toward me. “Please, fuck me like I’m your slut.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She came hard, her juices spilling out as she cried out my name.
I looked up at her, my cock throbbing. “You want me to fuck you like a slut?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire.
I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me like I’m your slut,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
And I did.
The knock on her door echoed through the quiet house, and I could already feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I knew she was alone—her daughter was out, and the coast was clear. I adjusted the bag of toys slung over my shoulder, my heart pounding in anticipation. This was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. I knocked again, harder this time, and heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching.
The door creaked open, and there she was—her wide eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But before she could say a word, I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall. Her gasp was cut short as I pulled the cuffs from my pocket, securing her wrists behind her back with practiced ease.
Jesus, her skin was so soft.
She struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you—?”
But I didn’t let her finish. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her forward and shoving her face down onto the table. Her breath hitched, her body tense as I ripped her pants down in one swift motion. The sound of my zipper cut through the air, and I could already see the wetness dripping down her thighs.
I didn’t wait. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she let out a strangled moan, her body arching against the table. Her dress hiked up, her ass pinned beneath me as I fucked her with abandon. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but I held her down, my grip unyielding.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and rough.
Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came, her wetness coating my cock. I didn’t let up, driving into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
When I finally pulled out, I turned her around, shoving her to the floor. She knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in protest, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as I thrust in and out, her cuffed hands useless at her sides.
“Do you love the taste of your cum?” I demanded, my voice dark and commanding.
She could only moan, her throat vibrating around me as I fucked her mouth, her saliva and her own juices dripping down her chin.
When I finally released her, I dragged her by the hair, her body limp as I threw her onto the bed. I ripped her clothes off, her naked body sprawled before me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I grabbed the rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide open for me.
Her eyes darted to mine, a mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the choke and blindfold, securing them in place, leaving her in darkness.
I could hear her breathing quicken.
I traced the whip along her breasts, feeling her shiver beneath me. Then, without warning, I brought it down, the sharp crack echoing through the room. She screamed, her body jerking against the restraints, but I didn’t stop.
I moved the whip lower, teasing her dripping pussy, and brought it down again. Her cries turned to moans, her hips thrusting upward, begging for more. I could see her juices pooling beneath her, the bed soaking wet as I continued to whip her, each strike bringing her closer to the edge.
She was losing control, her body writhing, her moans growing louder.
I dropped the whip, my cock aching as I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust into her without warning, her tight walls gripping me as I fucked her with abandon. Her screams were muffled by the gag, her body convulsing as she came, over and over again.
When I finally came inside her, filling her with my cum, I released the restraints, pulling her into my arms. I removed the blindfold and gag, her eyes meeting mine, her lips swollen and trembling.
“Did you enjoy that?” I whispered, my voice soft now.
She kissed me passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Thanks, Shan. It was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came.”
We laid there for a while, our bodies entwined, the heat between us still smouldering. I ordered some food, and we settled in to watch a movie. But halfway through, my hand found its way between her legs, my fingers rubbing her clit.
She gasped, her body arching toward me. “Please, fuck me like I’m your slut.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She came hard, her juices spilling out as she cried out my name.
I looked up at her, my cock throbbing. “You want me to fuck you like a slut?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire.
I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me like I’m your slut,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back.
And I did.
