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The Meeting

Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

memories of flogging and fucking came rushing back and I sat up quickly, feeling stiff muscles protesting as I f***ed them into motion. My skin felt warm and a little tender, my nipples were still dark but less painful now. Most of my attention was concentrated on my poor abused naughty bits, where I could feel the most heat and discomfort. Nothing I had ever done in the past had hurt like that. “Ah, there you are.” I jumped slightly when you spoke, realizing then that the sound that woke me was you. I smiled slightly and turned toward you, feeling something soft brush my neck. With a quick glance down I realized my hair had come out of its band, small wisps floating around my face. “God.” My voice felt rusty so I swallowed a few times. “How long did I sl**p?” I felt shy again, a little ashamed that I had been drained of energy so quickly, but mostly self-conscious. Had I really just let him whip me and fuck me? Oh, God. I had. Even more awkward, I had actually enjoyed it. Well, most of it. I blushed more. “About an hour. You needed it. Leave it down,” you added as I started running my fingers through my hair, trying to pull it back into some semblance of order. I complied with a little shrug. As long as you didn’t plan on pulling it, I didn’t mind it being down. My hands drifted down to feel the welts across my body, gingerly massaging sore nipples, tracing the reddened stripes across my thighs, reflecting. “How is your twat feeling?” There was humor in your tone again. You ... loved seeing me discomfited and off-balance. “It’s rather sore at the moment.” I tried to keep the sour note out of my voice, but it was difficult. The aftermath was worse than the actual flogging or cropping. As fantastic as that orgasm had been, I knew I definitely didn’t want to be punished again. You must have noticed my neutral voice, because you stood suddenly. A thrill of excitement ran through me, causing my toes to curl and my muscles clench. “Spread.” The tone was back, implacable and commanding. I knew at once what you wanted. Without looking at you I timidly stretched my legs wide along the couch, going completely scarlet. How much more could you embarrass me? You remained stationary, tall and imposing, while I flushed. I waited for your next move, anxious. Why were you just standing there? No commands, no signals…nothing. Sudden comprehension dawned and I felt my eyes widen in disbelief. You didn’t mean…? You did. My hands trembled as I tentatively reached down, pulling back inflamed and tender flesh, opening my recesses to your gaze, mortified more than I have been in my life. I could feel the slight wetness already starting to form, making my fingers slide as I held myself open. I was already becoming aroused. After a long moment you crouched, reaching down to stroke each fold, exciting me. Unable to watch I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the back of the couch, letting the sensations wash over me. Your fingers danced across my clit, stroking lightly. I ...