1. Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth


    Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cruelty, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: superkev123, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    let my arm drop. It was very tiring, putting so much strength into each swing. I was so excited, but by mind felt strangely still, my thoughts calm. All day I'd been irritated by the behaviour of my sister, and haunted by the memories of Jessica's abuse. But now, watching her shaking with pain, listening to her gasp and pant, probably on the verge of tears... it just felt right. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I slowly put each glass into her trembling hands and grabbed her hair again, lightly tugging on it. "What are the rules, sweetheart?" I asked. Silence. "It's Ok, you're allowed to answer me. What are the rules?" "Don't... don't talk. Don't spill... don't-" Her words were cut off by a sharp wail as I pushed my thick cock back into her tight, silky pussy. "Don't what, sweetheart?" I asked, filling her to the hilt. "Uhhnnn... mmm..." she moaned, "Don't cum!" I laughed and started to fuck her again, keeping my pace steady so she wouldn't spill any water. Her earlier orgasm didn't seem to have satisfied her at all, only serving to make her hotter and wetter. I increased my pace until I was fucking her hard, finally giving myself the pleasure I'd been holding back. I grunted with pleasure and suddenly felt the table lurch beneath us. I pushed down on her head and shifted my legs back, slamming into her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she was cumming again, helpless to resist the pleasure overwhelming her. I watched her hands, knowing what was about to ...
    happen. When Jessica really came hard, her hands would always twitch and shake. I always thought it was weirdly sexy, but now it was about to get her punished. Her right hand dropped first and the glass tipped, spilling water over the edge of the table. She frantically tried to grab it, but could barely move with my weight on her, and so only managed to push it, sending it spiralling off the table where it shattered on the floor. In her haste to save one glass, she dropped the other, sending water all over the wooden surface of the table. I laughed at her panicked whines, and fucked her like I was trying to break her, the table shifting away from me with every thrust. Her pussy was still quivering around my cock, and I let myself join in her pleasure, shooting my cum into her. My orgasm was quick, but intense. I laughed again, breathlessly, and slowly pulled out of her. "Well, no talking this time, at least." I said, "But let's do the math, two glasses and one orgasm, meaning-" "Two." she interrupted breathlessly. "What?" I asked. "Two... I had two orgasms." she confessed. "Well... thank you for being honest." I said, smiling. "But I don't remember telling you to interrupt me." If she hadn't corrected me, I never would have known. did that mean she wanted more punishment? Or maybe she was remembering my order to never lie to me, and felt not telling me would be dishonest. Either way, I loved that she'd done it. Although I didn't tell her she could speak... "Two orgasms... two ...
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