1. Revenge, Pt 11: The Questions


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: superkev123, Rating: 83.9, Source: sexstories.com

    mine. She stared into my eyes as her lips got closer to mine, before moving and missing my face completely. She put her mouth against my ear, nibbling my earlobe for a few seconds before speaking in a low, purring voice. "Which of my holes would you like to use, Sir?" My breath caught in my throat, and I let out a small grunt of lust. I grabbed her ass hard and pulled her downwards, pressing her pussy against my erection and trapping it against my stomach. "Well... this brings back memories." she smiled, looking down. She suddenly ground her pussy hard against my cock from base to tip, then settled in the middle. "Mmm... I did miss this cock." she giggled. She started shifting her hips back and forth, gently humping my stiff shaft. "I was just thinking about that night." I said thoughtfully, tightening my grip on her ass cheeks. She giggled again, and then moaned as I sank my fingers into her soft, yet firm flesh. "I was so terrified that night..." she said, closing her eyes and thrusting harder. "Terrified?" I asked. She caught my eye, and smiled. "Of me?" I asked. "Yes of you." she said, laughing, "Of you... Of this fucking monster between your legs... Of... Of..." She trailed off into a low moan and increased her speed again, her sensitive body already desperate for release. My cock was dripping with her juices, and her lower lips sliding against my skin was making a deliciously erotic sound. "Slow down." I said. "Tell me more." She groaned with frustration, but slowed ...
    her pace. "Sir..." she whimpered. "Tell me about it." I repeated, "The night of your first orgasm. The night you first said you'd be my slut." Maybe this wasn't exactly the right moment for a conversation, but I was curious about how she felt about that night. Also I knew that slowing down would frustrate her more than it would me. Or at least, I could handle it better. She suddenly fell forward, her eyes stopping inches from mine, her body pressed against me. "I was so scared." she said softly, but quickly, "I kept thinking how much it would hurt when you fucked me... I was so sure you were going to, and I didn't know if I'd be able to take it. And I kept making these...these slutty noises... I didn't know why... and you kept calling me a slut... and I just... I..." She trailed off again, her thrusting against my cock becoming frenzied. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, but that didn't stop her. She was lost in her world of pleasure, and I knew she was already on the brink of another orgasm. I slapped her face hard and pulled her head towards me. "Slow down!" I growled. She gasped, but did as I asked. She stopped completely, in fact, and stared into my eyes. "Talk." I said roughly, "Finish your story." "I...I didn't understand it." she panted quickly, "I didn't know why I was letting it happen, why I was letting you talk to me like that...you of all people. Why my pussy was wetter than it had ever been, or why pleasure was coursing through my body like electricity, making me ...