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The Meeting

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

flinched. “Still stinging?” I nodded, biting my lip. Not unbearable, but definitely noticeable. Without the endorphins from full arousal, pain was just pain. “I don’t see any bruising.” I made a slight huff. “I don’t bruise.” I felt your attention sharpen at my words, remember the flutter of panic. Oh crap. Did I really just admit that? Aloud? Damn and blast. You didn’t say anything about it, just continued to stroke and tantalize until I was moaning in delight, arching into your touch. “Such a dirty slut, cum leaking out of your cunt.” You slid a finger inside me, eliciting a delighted moan from me, continuing to tease. “I love seeing my cum in your hot pussy.” You stroked a few more times, then rose. Your words penetrated my fog. Cum? I didn’t still have…did I? I opened my eyes, confused. You must have read my face as the thought flickered through my brain. “Look at what a whore you are.” I glanced up at you first. You were upright again, that expression back in place, gazing down on me. In a flash I saw what I must look like to you, sprawled wide, completely naked, flaming pussy spread open, cum leaking out. My body flushed again as I glanced down. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but a small pool of semen had seeped onto the fabric below. Did I think I couldn’t be more humiliated? I was. And you knew the effect your words would have, how being degraded like that always made my cunt throb with need. Even then, I was becoming a whore for you. “But…” I struggled for words. “I ... thought…I mean…after, you cleaned me.” I was stuttering. You grinned broadly. “No, I wiped you down. There’s a difference.” Wiped me down? Like I was a dog? I remember the shame I felt at the comparison, and the realization that this was deliberate. Another way to torment me, make me blush, make me suffer. Apparently judging that I had been sufficiently embarrassed for the moment, you turned away. I watched you be enveloped in darkness as you moved further into the room. Without the distraction of your presence I felt my attention drift, absorbing my surroundings. The room was mostly black, with a bit of light over the couch where I was sitting and another pool some distance ahead. The rest was shrouded in shadows. I couldn’t see where you had gone, but I was more concerned at the moment with the encroaching darkness. How large was this room anyway? And just what did you have in it? I sat contemplating this for a while, vaguely registering the continued growing dampness underneath my fingers. Thoughts flitted through my mind, ideas of toys and tables, torments and delights. The possibilities were endless, frightening, enthralling. I still don’t know how long I sat there, pussy spread open, gazing off into space while my mind spun. Minutes, hours, days…did it really matter? If it pleased you for me to hold myself open, revealing my innermost secrets, then I was perfectly happy to do so. Ashamed and embarrassed, yes, but inwardly thrilled and, oddly, content. It was what I needed. ...