True Sex Stories: He Uses My Body As A Fuck Toy

"He is using my body as a fuck toy: like a Fleshlight but larger – the full size version."

The image that stays with me is being astride him with his cock buried in my wet cunt, his left hand in my hair, his right hand gripping my throat, our eyes locked as he sets the rhythm of our fucking. He raises and lowers me so my hips roll in time with his. I feel the pressure slowly building in my head, and also in my cunt. I can feel my heart beating in time with each thrust. It is so fucking hot. I feel that lightening of mind that develops as the blood pressure stays there. Pulsing.

This is not the only image, but it is the one that is burned in my brain.

He started off in a rather sadistic place. His smacks were hard, stingy, attention grabbing. They needed to be. I had been making things happen, and that part of me was exhausted. I desperately wanted him to be in charge, to fuck me, to make me come, to make me let go.

"Is your cunt bloody?"

"Yes. Do you want to fuck anyway?"

"Yes. Suck it."

I take his cock in my greedy mouth, and he grasps a nipple in one hand and my hair in the other. He pushes my head down, his cock fills my mouth and my throat, and then his fingers bite down on my nipple. The combination is fantastic. Up for air and then down again, choking and loving it.

Sitting astride him, his cock in my cunt; my hair, throat, nipples, ass, thighs, arms, ribs are all within easy grabbing and striking distance. His hands are the best implements. He lays me slightly to his left, bends my left arm behind my back and holds it by the wrist. I know this position: it is for smacking my ass hard. If I wanted to I could use my legs to rip away from this position, but I don't even contemplate it.

He starts. It is stingy and sharp. He sets up a cadence, but one that I can cope with reasonably well. It builds up to the wriggling and back-arching stage after about five slaps. Reaching around my back he switches to the other buttock and repeats. And back again. More.

His fingers wrap around my nipples and squeeze.

"How is that out of 10?"

"About 6 or 7."

"That's a good space. Fuck me."

I do, waiting for him to hurt me. What that man does with anticipation is magic. He gets me to fuck my own head. I never know whether he is going to really hurt me or not. Suddenly he does. It takes a moment to realise how hard he is squeezing, and then I scream. The intensity shifts down for a moment, as he slightly rearranges his fingers, and then it sings again.

I always wonder how I can actually measure anything more than a 9. If 10 is unbearable then how the fuck do I do 9? I think I need to shift my scale down. There is more at that top range than I am allowing for. Is it 10 when I move away? Is 9 when I want to and don't? As I become more and more submissive does 10 go out of reach? Do I stay just because I am a good girl, because I said I would?

My cervix is so tender; menstruation does that. Comparatively his cock is brutal. He knows I want it. He allows me to control it somewhat. I try to please him, using my thighs to raise and lower myself. I become more and more aroused. I've been aching for this. Eventually my thighs start to tire, and I can't move so easily. He grabs my hips and starts grinding his cock against my cervix. Fuck it hurts! It also makes me come within seconds.

He is using my body as a fuck toy: like a Fleshlight but larger – the full size version.

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