Marks Like Pink Ribbons pt. 3
I moaned as I touched my clit, and my fingers became slick with my arousal. As I massaged my sensitive inner lips, the flogger smacked me again. I'd lost count of the strokes, but it didn't really matter anymore. Every time the flogger hit me, I pressed hard on my clit. He dropped his hand a bit, and the leather straps stung my asshole and grazed my pussy lips. The sensations almost became too much as I begged him to continue.
"Are you sure?" This time he sounded slightly out of breath. I could tell that I was giving him a workout. I couldn't tell how much time had passed since I entered this room.
"More, please," I said.
The flogger came down again and again. Each stroke hit a different spot: my tender ass, the area between my asshole and pussy, the edge of my outer lips. My flesh stung and then grew warm with the heat spreading throughout my body. He grunted with the later strokes, putting more effort into his blow.
I held out until I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't let the tears fall down my face, but I was grunting into the mattress. I pinched my clit between two fingers and rolled onto my back. He took that as a cue to stop. He just stood there and caught his breath while I brought myself close to orgasm.
I didn't mind that he watched my every move. I wanted to see him the results of his effort. With my legs open wide, I showed him my wet pussy, using one hand to spread apart my lips. If he was turned on, he didn’t it show on his face. I could only guess from the bulge in his pants.
I pinched my clit between two fingers and used my other hand to finger-fuck myself. One finger wasn't enough, and two was just right. Soon I had three fingers inside me, stretching myself for his view. I pressed down on my swollen clit and came hard.
When I could finally stand, he helped me stand. I tried to apologize for making such a mess on his bed, but he stopped me. After I cleaned up, I dressed and walked myself to the door.
"Thank you," I said. I meant it.
"My pleasure." He gave me the tiniest smile. "Perhaps I shall see you next month?"
Perhaps.
THE END
"Are you sure?" This time he sounded slightly out of breath. I could tell that I was giving him a workout. I couldn't tell how much time had passed since I entered this room.
"More, please," I said.
The flogger came down again and again. Each stroke hit a different spot: my tender ass, the area between my asshole and pussy, the edge of my outer lips. My flesh stung and then grew warm with the heat spreading throughout my body. He grunted with the later strokes, putting more effort into his blow.
I held out until I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't let the tears fall down my face, but I was grunting into the mattress. I pinched my clit between two fingers and rolled onto my back. He took that as a cue to stop. He just stood there and caught his breath while I brought myself close to orgasm.
I didn't mind that he watched my every move. I wanted to see him the results of his effort. With my legs open wide, I showed him my wet pussy, using one hand to spread apart my lips. If he was turned on, he didn’t it show on his face. I could only guess from the bulge in his pants.
I pinched my clit between two fingers and used my other hand to finger-fuck myself. One finger wasn't enough, and two was just right. Soon I had three fingers inside me, stretching myself for his view. I pressed down on my swollen clit and came hard.
When I could finally stand, he helped me stand. I tried to apologize for making such a mess on his bed, but he stopped me. After I cleaned up, I dressed and walked myself to the door.
"Thank you," I said. I meant it.
"My pleasure." He gave me the tiniest smile. "Perhaps I shall see you next month?"
Perhaps.
THE END
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