Sarah had begun living with Mr. Davis and the two became incredible sex partners. Here is more of the story.
Mr. Davis, continued
Chapter 7 – following the pain
The next morning, after that incredible evening of pleasure and pain that Mr. Davis “inflicted” on me, I slept very late. I woke and my arms were tired and sore from pulling against the ropes that bound me to the bed. I had light rope burns on my wrists and ankles. I looked at them, smiled, and got a warm feeling between my legs. But as soon as that warm feeling hit my cooch, the pain and throbbing suddenly hit me. My poor little abused cunt was going to be sore today from the whippings. But it felt wonderfully sore. Every step reminded me of the pain and pleasure that Mr. Davis gave me. He was my darling abuser.
He had gotten up early and made coffee. I could smell its aroma drifting into the bedroom from the kitchen. I noticed that Mr. Davis had left a mug of it for me on the nightstand. I could crawl back under the covers and drink my coffee. How nice. How luxurious.
After I finished my coffee, I showered and examined myself in the mirror. My nipples were still sore and a bit red, and my entire crotch had a reddish hue color streaked with blue bruises. Wow, the bondage and torture lifestyle was gonna be a bit rough on me. I will need to toughen up. I found some skin lotion to apply to my breasts and crotch. As I applied the lotion, my nipples rebelled at being touched. They were more tender than I first realized. Mr. Davis will not be playing with them tonight. I went downstairs and the bookstore was open for business. Mr. Davis was cheerily sorting receipts. He seemed almost giddy.
As soon as he noticed me in the doorway, he smiled and dropped what he was doing. We met and he gave me the most intense kiss. He is not the best kisser in the world, but this one topped the chart. He squeezed me and held me close. Then we broke our embrace, and he asked how I was feeling after last night. I gave him a summary of my condition and he looked like a guilty dog. I kissed him again and said, “No, darling, you are the reason for my pleasure. The pain just brought out the pleasure”. Mr. Davis said “OK”.
We took a break from any intercourse for the next several days to let my tender skin and lady parts heal up. But I was not about to give Mr. Davis a break. I ravished him with multiple blow-jobs during the day and every night. I wanted to add a little interest to his pleasure, so I experimented with his body. I had him lay back on the couch. I was on my knees on the floor in front of him and I sucked his dick to hardness. I love the feeling as it comes alive in my mouth. I had him prop his feet over my shoulders and spread his thighs apart. I slobbered all over his dick to make it nice and slippery so I could stroke him with my hand. My mouth was going to be busy elsewhere. I ran my tongue down his shaft and lapped at his ball sack. I licked his balls then gently snuggled them with my face. It felt lovely to have my face in contact with his manly parts. His balls were slightly hairy and wrinkled and so very cute.
After I played with his balls, I licked my way down to his asshole. I cautiously probed the area with my tongue. I only hesitated in my actions because I did not know if Mr. Davis would want me there. Some people are offended by anal play and consider it dirty. He had never mentioned that, so I thought I was OK. In fact, he seemed fully on board with the idea based on his mumbling comments, groans and gasps. I knew I was in favorable territory, so I spread his cheeks with my hands and dove in deeper. I licked his hole and shoved my tongue in as deeply as I could get it. He was very appreciative.
I licked a finger and spit on his hole, then slowly inched my finger in. I returned to sucking his cock as I eased my finger into him further. As it went in deeper, he croaked “Oh, gawd, oh damn”. I judged by his wordy comments that he was liking it. After that finger had bottomed out, I worked it in and out of his shithole. He was quite tight, but my plan was to loosen him up. Heh, heh. I pulled it out, then wet a second finger and put both to work. I lubed them with spit, then repeated my anal penetration. Mr. Davis was very receptive to my agenda.
I continued to suck him, jack him, and fingerfuck him. I added a third finger to his rectum and he was beside himself with pleasure. I eventually fit all my fingers into his backside and pounded him relentlessly with my tiny fist. I felt him quickly tense up. He croaked some odd noises then blew a huge load of spunk from his dick. He caught me by surprise by unloading so suddenly that I only had time to get my mouth over the second and third pumps of cum. I let his penis pulse and dribble the last of his cum into my mouth and it slowly began to deflate.
I carefully eased my hand from his butt, then tongued his hole to sooth it after my rough treatment. I licked up the cum that puddled up on his belly then crawled on top of him to give him a passionate kiss. He was still breathing hard, but I think he felt the effort was worth it. He smiled, after we kissed, looked me in the eye and told me how remarkable I was. He held me tightly against his chest and we fell asleep.
After a few days of abstaining from any aggressive sex, at least for my body, I was anxious to resume our nightly sex Olympics. There was no doubt that Mr. Davis was disrupting the curve for the number of orgasms that men of his age group achieve in a 24-hour period. And I made it my personal goal to keep that record going. He had spent the first 30 years of his life not experiencing any relations with a woman, and now with me in his life, we are having to play catchup. Its a tough job but somebody has to do it. Heh-heh.
Chapter 8 – trying that new toy
When I told Mr. Davis I thought my pussy was ready to resume performing in the bedroom, his eyes lit up. He was happy because he is the kind of man who dearly LOVES to please me and make me cum. I dearly love his attitude.
We gathered our toys, lit a few candles, and got into bed. I asked him to tie my wrists to the headboard, but he did not need to tie my legs. He drizzled massage oil on my chest and smoothed it into my skin. He then began massaging my breasts and nipples. I told him “Oh dear, that massage oil has made my nipples too slick for you to delicately play with them. I guess you need to pinch them harder so they don’t slip from your fingers”. He got the subtle message and grinned. Then said “OK”.
He squeezed, pulled, and twisted my slick nipples until I was overwhelmed by the extra hard attention and reached my first orgasm since the other day. I arched my back and struggled against my bindings and had a mind-numbing climax.
Mr. Davis was not done with me. Before he did anything further, he used his tongue to warm up my lady parts. He had developed into a world class pussy eater, and I am very happy that he has been such a good student. He knew exactly how to play with the lips of my pussy, and warm me up. His tongue danced lightly across my clit, just enough to drive me wild. Tonight, he made it a point NOT to give me too much contact there. He did not want me to use up all my climaxes before he got to use the dildo. There never seems to be an end to my ability to have multiple orgasms, but he was not going to take the chance before he got to the main event.
He grabbed the large black dildo that I had mail ordered. We had not used it yet and I was anxious to feel it put to work. He lubed it up with the massage oil. Then he did the same with my cunt. He leaned forward and kissed me, then settled back between my wide-open legs. He put the tip of that dildo against the entrance to my vagina, and swabbed it against me, coating it with my wetness. He slowly edged it against me. He held it with two hands as he caressed my clit with his tongue. I could not bend my neck forward enough to watch him, but the head of that dildo felt way too large to ever go in me. It seemed huge.
Mr. Davis patiently rubbed it between my pussy lips and gently tried to force it in me. He would watch my face for clues of pain or distress, so I knew he would not get carried away. He would momentarily pause and lick my clit, to reward and encourage me, then continue the challenge to get that giant plastic object buried in my cunt. I did not believe there was a way it would fit inside me. It was a monster.
He paused to let my cunt muscles relax and recover, a bit, from the onslaught. Then he’d re-apply the massage oil to me and to the toy and was about to resume his task. He did not feel it was about to get past the tightness of my cunt, so he took a cue from what I did to his asshole the night before. He gave up on the black dildo and set it aside. He lubed up his hand instead. He slowly pushed two fingers in me, then added digits until his entire hand was inside my cunt. I was breathing hard and awash with pleasure. He paused and looked at me to ask how I was doing. “OK” was all I managed to squeak out. I learned to be brief from Mr. Davis.
He licked my clit. It was a glorious feeling to be filled with his hand rather than a piece of plastic. It was much more arousing to have part of him inside me, and I was stretched to the max. Having Mr. Davis do the honors of penetrating me instead of using that toy was wonderful. Now, I wanted him to fuck me with that hand. I wanted him to fist me silly. He did as I asked and began stroking in and out of my incredibly full cunt.
The squishing sound being made as his hand squeezed in and out of my hole was only surpassed by my grunts and gasps. Within a few moments the tension built to the point of a massive orgasm. I screamed out some mumbled expletives and squirted. Mr. Davis slowly removed his hand from my tortured groin and placed a damp towel on my cooch. After it was all done, using a giant dildo was not the awesome indulgence I had anticipated. It was much more erotic and pleasurable when he used his hand. Thank goodness Mr. Davis knows what is best for me. I told him that too. He said “OK”.
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