Roughing It

Roughing It Roughing It

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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warning! This is more graphic and kinkier than I usually write.

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warning! This is more graphic and kinkier than I usually write.

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Submitted: July 21, 2016

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Roughing It

Periodically we like to stray from our vanilla dates and go for a wild ride. This time is was for kinky or rough sex. To see who would be sub, we drew a card from the deck. She won. Or did she?

I tied her hands behind her back, tighter than she liked it. She complained when I put the blindfold on her. I didn’t want her to see my facial expressions and I wanted to keep her guessing. She loves kissing, so I denied it. I got a bottle of her favorite champagne from the refrigerator. As she stood by the bed I poured some champagne across her chest and then licked her breasts and nipples while I worked a finger between her legs. The wetter she got, the more fingers I used.

I stopped to put nipple clamps on her, which she loves. I sat her down on the floor. When I rubbed the wet tip of my penis across her lips, she opened her mouth and I slid my shaft in slowly. I pushed it deep enough to barely avoid choking her and then pulled it completely out, over and over. She hummed on the shaft and when I pulled out, she made little sounds like, “mwah, mwah, mwah,” trying to keep it by sucking harder.

Then I pushed on her forehead with one hand, pressing her head against the side of the bed and I raped her mouth. It was delicious; she couldn’t push me away with her hands. She couldn’t use her tongue and she couldn’t suck, she could only sit there and take it. I looked down at her mouth like it was her cunt and I fucked it until I came.

 The best part of coming in a woman’s mouth is seeing what she does about it. Some women will pull her mouth off and finish me off by stroking me; but Jenna could not do that now. Some women would hold the semen in her mouth and then swallow it, but Jenna could not do that now. As I released my load, I continued to ravage her mouth, watching my white cream slipping from the corners of her mouth in globs, regulated with the in and out motions of my cock.

When I was finished, I let her lick her lips and I gathered my seed with my finger from where it spilled on her body and fed it to her. She licked and sucked my finger like I was feeding her honey.

I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs wide, holding her by the ankles with her legs in the air, and she fell back on her back on the bed. I poured a little champagne on her mound and let it drip down between her legs and into her slit. I licked her clean, sucking and chewing on her labia, and gave her temporary release by sucking her clit gently until she came, her legs thrashing around my head.

I let her legs dangle off the bed and climbed up to straddle her chest. Leaning over her, I used her mouth again to take me to the edge, pounding down into her face, pressing her head into the mattress. She never resisted, even as my balls slapped her chin. I knew her bound hands under her were pressing into her spine. That was okay; a little pain is something she also likes.

Then I stood next to the bed, raised her legs again and lay them against my chest. Her wet cunt seemingly reached out for my hard cock. I used a thumb to torture her clit as I slid my hard shaft up and down her wet slit, tickling her engorged clit with the tip. When I could no longer stand the wait, I jammed my cock into her with one hard thrust and slammed into her body over and over. I leaned over and took off the nipple clamps and smiled at the red welts that had left on her flesh. She never complained.

The bedframe creaked from the force of my thrusts. She grunted and moaned, making strange sounds as I enjoyed the wet tightness of her for as long as I could, going right to the brim of completion but stopping again just in time. Then I withdrew, let myself calm down, and did it again, reluctantly stopping before I could come.

She may have come, maybe not, but that was not my concern; this was supposed to be for my pleasure and entertainment; her time would come later. Maybe.

I pulled my cock free and pulled her off the bed. I lay her on her back on the floor and raised her legs until her knees were pressed against her chest. I took the bottle of champagne and slipped the top just inside her labia. I tipped it up and let it pour into her until it dribbled out of her entrance.

Setting the bottle aside, I held her legs back as I sipped and sucked the champagne from her. For the first time since we had started, she said something; “Oh, shit, that is so hot!” The champagne dribbled down her thighs and into her anal crevice as I dove my face into her flesh, sucking like a pig. My face was still dripping with her juices and the champagne when I rolled her onto her knees with one shoulder on the carpet and her head turned. I could see the anguish on her face. My balls began to ache with the need for release again. I’d never seen my cock so hard, so full and visibly pulsing like it were alive.

I untied her hands and she put them on the floor by her head. She arched her back, throwing her ass up as an invitation. I know how she likes to be violated, but I decided it would be my choice. Kneeling behind her, I entered her pussy easily and began slow rhythmic strokes. She slid one hand under her body and began rubbing her clit.

I grabbed the champagne bottle and pushed the tip into her tight anus. I tilted it up, letting the champagne go where it had not been before. Then I pumped in and out of her faster and moved the bottle deeper into her. She moaned and I pulled it free. Her fingers were moving faster and I pulled my cock out and stroked it with one hand until I came. Just as I did, I poured champagne in the crack of her ass.

Champagne and my seed made for an oddly erotic sight, dripping down her crack. She moaned, “I’m almost there….” And then nature made a call. I let a stream of pee splash into her crack, joining the champagne and my cum. She screamed, “I’m cumming! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

I stood up, looking at the mess I had made all over her bedroom carpet. As soon as she came down from her climax, she was going to kill me. She rolled over on her back and moaned, “Holy shit!”

“Did you come enough?” I asked sarcastically.

“Not really, but wait until it’s my turn, Ben, you fucking pervert!”

(I invite any lady author to write a rebuttal story, as you might do for “your turn.”)

 

 

 

 


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