True Sex Stories: I Whimpered, Cried, Yelled, Came, Floated

To relieve my anxiety I found myself bratting a bit: I wriggled a hand free and gently stroked the bottom of his foot. He didn't tan my hide, but my mind was well and truly fucked anyway…

He hurt me. A lot. For hours, it seemed. I have no idea what the time frame was. I cried. A lot. He held me, comforted me, and then hurt me again. He made me fuck him just how he likes it. He pinched, slapped, gnawed, pulled and bit me. I whimpered, cried, yelled, came, floated.

I needed it all.

It was the first time in a long time I remember saying "I'm done." I said it mainly because my arms were quivering and I had no idea how much longer they would hold me up, but also because I sensed that I was nearing my capacity.

He was not done, though. He changed the position so that I was more upright and my arms were less stressed, and then he fucked me harder. I had no idea how much that would hurt. He was hurting me with his cock, with the depth and the movement. Ow, my cervix! Why does that hurt so good?

But there was more to come – an unexpected spanking. I can't even remember how it started, but he was suddenly inspired. He pulled me by my hair onto the bed and made me kneel just so. In that moment my anticipation was intense.

It was hard. Real hard. My brain was a still a bit disconnected and I wasn't able to keep still for long. When he smacked my ass hard I couldn't help but wriggle, sometimes rolling right over, but then I would then get back up and into position. But when the blows started coming faster I didn't cope so well.

Then he went to hold me down and I knew, I just knew that he was about to lay some serious smacks onto my already tender ass. To relieve my anxiety I found myself bratting a bit: I wriggled a hand free and gently stroked the bottom of his foot. He didn't tan my hide, but my mind was well and truly fucked anyway…

Today we had a few shopping errands to do. He had me dress up as Miss Tarty Girl in a wet-look spandex slut dress and stockings, with knee-high boots. I was so self conscious. Every few steps – literally! – I was pulling down the dress or pulling up the stockings.

The first time I went jeans shopping with him we wound up fucking in the dressing room. This time we didn't do that, but what we did had far more of an effect on me. He called me into the dressing room with him, then the curtain closed and the next thing I knew he had one hand in my hair and the other was lifting my dress and fingering my clit. The merciless bastard rubbed it hard. What is a girl to do but wriggle and desperately try to keep quiet? As my sense of desperation grew he just increased the intensity.

There was a moment when his grip increased on my hair and I was gone – I had no resistance left. I was embodied sensation. I don't think that I came but I'm not really sure. The next thing I knew I was looking down and seeing a puddle on the floor. He'd made me squirt in the dressing room!

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