That night as we were finishing our simple dinner, we gave each other our special knowing look. In our minds we both know that in a short while that we would be transmuted into completely different people with desires and needs that are hidden from the world, only to be shared between us.
After we finished washing up the few dishes and cleaning up the small mess from dinner, we went into the living room to relax and read. Richard was standing next to the fire place when I came into the room. I saw the wavering flames throwing his tall broad should, black shadow against the wall, stark against the white of the plaster. And I was struck by a wave of desire to be in his tight comforting embrace. I slowly stalk over to where he is positioned, swaying my hips ever so gently. I ask him if he is going to finish reading The Elegant Universe tonight. He replies that he has only a few chapters left and will finish tomorrow night when he better able to concentrate onthat subject. And that right now he has other subjects swirling around in his mind. I ask him “what matters are distracting you from your study?”
“Well” he said “for one, you. All I can think about is you right now, with your glistening soft hair gently waving in the heat of the fire, and your beautiful curvy figure. All I can think of right now is what I wish to do to your body, tasting, touching and ravishing your youthful frame.”
I in reply to this declaration of need, I close the distance between us, cementing my body to his. I reach up and grab a fistful of his thick, curly pale blond hair wrenching his ear close to my mouth.
I utter in a slow intensity growl “I want you to show me your desires, rather than just talking about them, I want you to ravish me, touch me, and fill me completely.”
I quickly kiss his smooth full lips, darting my tongue in and out, my tongue barely touching his then darting out again. I slide his dark blazer off hisbroad shoulders, letting it drop to the carpeted floor with a slight rustle.
Standing back a bit, I slowly unbutton his white collared shirt, feeling the crisp cotton beneath my sensitive fingers.
I draw his arms out of his sleeves, taking the time to admit his golden tan skin, taunt under firm rippling muscles. I begin to run my hands over his shoulders and back, feeling his blood rushing through his flesh. I suddenly dig my sharp nails in deep, drawing blood. I could feel the warm wetness start to grace my finger tips. He gasps loudly, and then with out warning rips my shirt completely off, leaving my bra Still hugging my small breasts.
He grabs my bottom, bringing me close enough for our lips to meet again. With one hand still grasping one cheek, he unhooks my bra and pulls it off completely, letting it fall to the carpeted floor. He starts to stroke my back lightly with his neighborly manicured hands, running his smooth nails up and down my spine, tingles lighting where he touches. I start to feel a throbbing in my core, my pulse speeds up anticipating the pleasure he brings to me.
I press myself against his flesh; I can feel his hardness taking shape. Pressed against my lower abdomen, it twitches and I steadily become even more aware of my own desire.
I decided to free his manhood from these restrictive clothes; I unbutton his dark blue slacks. Unzipping the zipper, ever so slowly to tantalize him, the pants drop to the floor, leaving only his boxesers constricting it from springing free. He moans softly as I reach into his boxes, grasping it tightly with in my hand.
With a different gleam in his eyes, he grabs the bottom hem of my short black leather skirt, pulling it down around my ankles. I now only clad in a pair of black boy-shorts grab the only item of clothing left on his magnificent body and tug his navy blue silk boxers down to the ground. His delightful manhood stands free at last. I beamand reach for it; he dodges the capture and laughs a full hearty chuckle, filling the room with mirth.
He spanks my ass playfully, and I giggle then ditch my last piece of attire. I elect on a mischievous challenge around the house, I take off casually, he follows me lightheartedly, and I hear him laughing as he calls out “Marco.” As I noiselessly run into our bedroom
I exclaim “Polo” loud enough to echo down the hall.
I look back, flash him a grin and then I reach the room, I spot and jump into our immense bed burning myself under the covers. Richard comes in quietly as if stalking his prey; he notices a distorted hill beneath the comforter. He goes over and throws back the thick blank revealing me in a tight ball. I uncurl lie on my back then burst out in giggles; he begins to laugh and say “I found you my sweet, now What am I going to do with a gorgeous female lying on her back, in my bed, hmm?”
I retort back teasingly “Nothing!”
I leapout of bed startling his composition, as I resume the challenge. I bound across the room in several strides and reach the door way, by that time my love has gotten his composition back and is suddenly right behind me, putting his arms around my waist and holding me tight. I can feel his heart beating on my back as he puts his head down on my right shoulder. He whispers to me in a voice filled with desire, almost moaning the words, “Tsk tsk tsk , now where do you think you’re going? When we both have urges and needs to be fulfilled right in this very room”.
During the time he was speaking, I had become aware of his hard penis pressing into my buttocks the head downward and just barely touching my anus. I started to grind my round taut bottom into his cock. He began to trace a trail on my abdomen that leads down into a light reddish brown triangle shaped patch of curly hair. He tantalizingly plays with its curls, digging his nails in just ever so slightly into my skin, sending shivers throughout my body. He reaches a little lower, and suddenly tweaks my swollen cliporis between his thick strong fingers.
I gasp loudly, started to find myself so aroused and ready for him to penetrate to my core. I urgently grab his hand and shove it farther down, moaning with need. He takes the initiative and thrusts his middle finger into my saturated vagina, going in and out, twisting and angling it to give me every shiver of pleasure he can.
He stops and draws his now sopping wet finger out of me and in an instant bends me over and drives his point home into my pussy, filling me entirely. I almost come to a climax right then and there; it just feels so wonderful to have him inside me.
He grabs my shoulders and goes in even farther, I groan with pleasure, hearing him echo me. He straightens me up and starts thrusting with an intensity that I hadn’t felt in a long while. He pauses in his glorious propulsions, long enough to sink his sharp teeth into my neck, I almost spasm and collapse in ecstasy. He then splendidly thrusts a few more times then pulls out, leaving me wondering.
He then picks me up and walks over to the bed, tossing me gently onto the mattress. I roll on my back, legs played open, chest rising up and down, eyes fluttering, breathing wildly. As I arch my back in a wave of desire, I moan tantalizingly, and ask him “why aren’t you fulfilling your needs at this very moment, my sexy beast of a husband?”
He doesn’t reply, but quickly climbs onto the bed and positions him self on top of me penetrating my core once again. I arch my back, making my breasts rise to near his face. He swiftly takes one of my stiff nipples in his mouth and bites down, hard. An oceanic wave of pain and pleasure pervading my flesh generates a fantastic orgasm that commands me to twist and turn beneath his comforting weight. Moaning and gasping I arch my back, grinding my hips into the softly yielding mattress. I scream out loud as gigantic waves of gratification break over me, my muscles contracting inside me, I shudder as my skin tingles all over my body.
He continues thrusting as he is near a wonderful climax. A shudder takes control over his body, his struggle groaning echoes throughout the chamber as he joins me in my climax. His seed shots in to me, the warm gushing liquid only heightening my bliss. The delight starts to subside, the waves becoming smaller and smaller, until our bodies become still and our breathing returns to normal.
After a few minutes of peaceful rest, Richard rolls off of me, pulls his still sharpid penis out of me, disturbing my harmonious bliss.
I address him teasingly “Now where do you think you’re going mister? Sneaking off to a mistress on the side? If so bring her back here so she can join us in our love shade”
I beam a mischievous grin at him, letting him know that I’m just messing with him. He responds with just a smile of hisown and walks off towards the living room. I get up out of bed; grab my blood red satin sarong, wrapping it around myself as I pad after him. I watch him as he prowls down the hall, his stride a slight swagger displaying his finely toned muscles rippling under his glistening skin on his backside. He takes a right into the living room, as he is arranging wood in the fire, I walk in the room, and silently I sneak up behind him. Just as he puts the last piece of wood in its proper place and replaces the poker back in its cubbyhole, I take a rolled up newspaper from the paper bin and swat his ass.
He only growls at me, but a giggle escapes my rosy lips.
Richard looks back at me and suddenly an expression full of desire and longing crosses his face; he asks me “You still want more huh? I think you do want more and I’m going to give you as much as you want it but this time it’s going to be the way you really want it, now that we have had our pleasant urges fulfilled,We are going to do it this time not so nicely.”
I nod as my mind travels to the place of my real inside desires, urges and needs. The place where pleasant pain resides takes over and reigns, where I am a slave and he is my beast of a master.
In an instant Richard is in front of me, ripping the blood colored sarong off my curvy frame. Pressing his body against mine, my master tightly grabs a fistful of my straight strawberry blonde hair, wrenching my head back and violently biting the side of my neck, piercing skin he draws blood. Pain exploits where he sank his teeth into my flesh, but ohhh such fantastic pain. It’s the pain I have been craving for days, gloriously filling my entire body, making me shudder and tremble. He lets go of my body, unclamping his jaw from my neck.
Picking me up, he walks over to the middle of the floor, padding along silently on the plus ebony carpet. He knees on the ground and in one movement violently throws me to the ground with a hand around my neck. He replaces his hand with his left knee, pressure bearing down on my neck. I wriggle and squirm moaning softly, eyes rolling back into my head. He forces my tightly clamped legs apart revealing a swollen, pulsing vulva. He reaches over and from one of our stashes in one of the drawers in the coffee table, pulls out the nipple clamps, several lengths of rope, and a bright red candle.
He carefully applies the nipple clamps immediately, breathtaking pain filtering my chest. I intensely cry out, the pain turning into magnificent pleasure, thrashing around, arching my back, and grinding my hips into the floor.
My Master bellows out “Stop that moving this instant or I am going to have to put you in binding restraints, you dirty filterthy whore of mine. Now who is the slave and who is the master here?”
I cry out, my voice reverberating with sorrow. “I am your slave, you are my Master, and I am under your control. Beat me, slap me, bitem me, but just punishment me. I need to hurt. I have been a bad girl lately; I want the pain only you can bring me!”
He yells back “You still didn’t stop moving like I ordered you to. Now you know what I am going to do to you”
He puts the candle next to the hot fireplace, to be used for later. He gives me a singing slap on the cheek. In swift movements he binds both my ankles to the table legs, spreading them far apart. He takes my small wrists in his big hands and binds them together then to a hook placed low in the stone of the brick fireplace.
My handsome beast of a master decides that the wax is sufficiently hot enough to put me in excruciating age. He lightly gasps the candle and starts to drop a drop of hot blood red wax every other inch on the pale soft flesh on the insides of my thighs. The first few drops hit my thighs, I shrilly cry out in anguish. My back arches and my hips lift up into the air, my cliporis brushes up against his mouth; hebites down on it softly. My scream echoes in the room.
My master in a soft voice tells me that he thinks we are done with these things. A sight escapes me as my beautiful husband removes the clamps from my throbbing nipples. He then unties my wrists and then removes the bindings from my ankles.
I sit up, getting on my knees, our lips meet and I can pretty taste my own metallic blood in his mouth as I explore the cavern of his delicious mouth. Our bodies tightly intertwined together, I can feel the pulse his blood rushing through his body. Our hips start grinding against each other. Our arousal at the highest it’s been in weeks, him hard as a stone and I hot and wet as Old Faithful.
I whisper softly into his ear “let’s go back to our bedroom, so we can both lay on something soft.”
He nods his head in assent. We both stand up and make our way down the hall, running into the walls a few times, because we don’t want to let each others lips go.We make it to our bed, fall onto it and crawl to the top of it.
I languish on my back; he suddenly resumes his Master and Slave expression. I moan anticipating his move; he pounces on top of me. And in one smooth action penetrates and drives his hard manhood into me.
At the same moment we gasp out loud at the sensing of being as one. He starts to pump, in and out at first going slow but only for a few minutes. He starts to go faster and harder, driving his dominance home with every stroke. I began to meet him thrust for thrust. Our hips clash at first but begin to have a rhythm, slowly speeding up faster and faster, harder and harder.
In a flash of need, I dig my sharp nails down his muscle sweaty back.
“How many times have I told you to keep your filthy hands off me bitch?” he utters in a fiercely intense growl.
He delivers a hard stinging slap to my cheek; so hard stars exploit across my vision. As he grabs my left wrist, tightly gripping it as he snags my right wrist, pinning them above my head.
Throatily I groan “oh my god, I saw stars in that one!”
Richard smiles a self satisfied grin as he continues ramming his hard length into my tight, hot, dripping needy pussy, faster and harder than before and I moaning and twisting beneath him, begging to be released from this exploration of pleasure starting to fill my beautiful, supplement young body.
He pulls out, quickly flipping me over; he starts to drag his nails on my skin, digging his sharp nails into the soft flesh of my back. I gasp as he penetrates me again just as I feel the climax start to take over.
But he starts thrusting in a slow, rhythmic manner, instead of the hard fast driving that I crave but all I can do is lie there face down awaiting my pleasureable pain that only he can give me.
I pleadingly whisper, “Why are you teasing and taunting me?”
He responds with a staggering blow to the side of my head, he threateningly states “I will tease you and taunt you if I damn well please, you dirty whore”.
“I’m a bad girl,” I moan. “I’m a dirty, filthy bitch, I need to be punished, Master, tell me what to do, control me, just give me pain!”
Master doesn’t respond immediately, but continues to go that slow, unnerving pace. He suddenly stops and just lies on top of me; his cock is still inside me, his crushing weight comforting me. In a low intense voice, starts to whisper in my ear, “I want my hard penis to be in your hot, tight ass in the next minute or else. Whether you want it or not, with out any complaints or whining from your filterhy mouth”
I hesitate, because I want the what else, I want, I need to know what wonderful pain my Master would unleash with his sharp words and tight embrace, his nails and gripping hands.
My Master detects my hesitation, detects the quivering of my body, he softly says, “I love you, and I always will.”
I sit up, facing him as I straddle him, gripping his hard penis, soaked from being inside my pussy. I position myself, relaxing my sphincter muscle, sliding myself onto his wonderful penis. Feeling his hard length fill me completely, I sight with pleasure.
I lean down and kiss him, our lips meeting in need. Tongue poised to invade his mouth; I stall my warm soft tongue into his yielding mouth, tongues meeting and immediately commence to a duel. Our tips touch each other teasing and taunting, adding more sensing to the kiss. I suck his tongue into my mouth all the way; I bite down harshly feeling him squirm beneath me.
I hear him moan as I start to move my hips, up and down, his hard goodness sliding in and out, in and out of my hot tight asshole.
I feel the pain beginning, which means the pleasure is not far behind. The wonderful pain starts to get more intense as the pace speeds up.
I let go of his tongue; he tightly grabs a fistful of my long golden blonde hair, wrenches my head back, putting his lips close to my ear.
He whispers to me: “You like this, you like my hard cock pumping in and out of your tight ass, pushing you to your threshold?”
The moans and screams that my loving master has brought me to express are barely contained within my throat, he suddenly wraps both of his hands around my neck, squeezing and kneeing. Sending shivers and shudders down my spine. I can hardly breathe, but a purr issues from my throat anyway betraying my pleasure. In a voice barely above a whisper I say; “I cannot breathe anymore my love, let go of my throat.”
My Master greets “You need to be punished my sweet dirty bitch, for such insurance as you have just committed, telling me what to do now, you stupid whore?.”
Letting go of my neck, he slaps me for good measure, my face stinging I go to kiss him. He slaps me again and again and again, bringing tears to my eyes
Richard perceivesthe glistening moisture at the corners of my eyes; he kisses them away, using his lips to wipe the salty tears away.
His voice full of affection asks “Have I really hurt you my love? If so I am sorry.”
I reply, my voice trembling with password. “Yes you have hurt me, but the pain you bring to me is part of the reason why I love you.”
I pause in my speech, taking a deep breath I start to speak again “I crave pain, I need to hurt, and you give it to me. You deliver to me some wonderful pain and pleasure. And on top of you giving me the pain that I have urges to receive. You love me for who I am. I love your energy, enthusiasm and password that you have for your studies, and that you also turn on me. I love your intelligence and your witty comments. I love your physics, your broad shoulders, and strong back and thick limbs. I love your beautiful blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. I love how you can always make me laugh. I love your humor and smiles. But most of all, I love you for who you are and I never expect you to change for other people besides yourself.”
He only smiles a thoughtful smile at my declaration of my love. He begins to thrust again, my eyes rolling back and my back arching. My hips meet his strokes harder and faster we go. The pressure is building up inside me, tensing every muscle. Suddenly it breaks, delightful feeling filling me to my brim, making me moan and gasp, scream and groan. Twisting and turning above him, his moans echo in the room. I can Feel his semen filling every available space inside me only enhancing the ecstasy filling my body.
As our bodies still and out breathing returns to normal, I see the sun just barely showing itself in the early morning. I roll off him, we curl up in a spoon shape and drift off to blissful slumber.
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