Infidelity Games, Part 3

Before she could relax, or even feel sorry for herself with her butt exquisitely pulsating with pain, Chris grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to kneel on all fours. With the same move he pulled her head back, and his cock was in her open, gaping mouth.

“Mffffff!” she screamed in surprise, but he was in the back of her throat, filling her whole mouth. He was hot and hard. She felt his throbbing member inside her. He wasn’t going to do it, she wondered, come in her mouth, not this early in the game? But, there he was pushing in and out with a fury from hell; choking her, gagging her as he rammed in as deep as her mouth would let him.

Yet he kept it up without stopping, without slowing. He was going to come. Sandra was sure this illicit lover was beyond his point of no return. Any second now, he’d fill her with his magic elixir. Knowing him he’d force her to swallow every drop.

But instead of finding his release, he continued pumping in and out of her. He wasn’t about to stop, and he wasn’t about to come.

She pressed one hand on his belly. If she couldn’t stop him, at least she could slow him down. That earned her another humiliation. He grabbed her hand and held it against her back.

With his other hand he continued directing her in and out by a fistful hair.

Surely, he’ll come any second. Yes, he’s got to come. Yet he did not.

But then, Chris stopped abruptly. He turned her over to lie on her back with her head propped over the sofa arm. Then before she knew what was happening he was in her again. This time, he did not stop at the back of her mouth. He eased himself in a slow, calculated manner; down her throat. He made her take him all the way to the hilt.

Deep throat.

Sandra tried not to gag. She even succeeded on and off as he kept going deep. But how long can he last?

Twenty minutes later she found her answer. He stopped reaming her and pull out of her throat, but stopped when his throbbing cock was in her mouth, resting on her tongue. She felt his member spasm and in that moment felt his hot cum gushing into her mouth. The salty teaspoons of semen filled her. Teaspoons full, but that little bit seemed as big as the ocean.

He pulled out, leaving his red, glistening member in front of her to view. It was still in its enlarged form.

He bade her to kneel up, and directed her take his member in her own two hands, to hold it.

“Present yourself,” he commanded.

Sandra knew exactly what he meant. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue with his cum for him to see. Then, with an exaggerated motion she swallowed for him. She again opened her mouth a second time to show him it had all gone down.

“Very good,” he praised her.

But she wasn’t done, yet. She knew there was still cum left in his cock. Squeezing it, gently stroking it up, another few drops of the precious goo emerged from his duct. She kissed it off him and swallowed that too. Sandra had to repeat another three times until she literally sucked him dry.

“You did well,” he said. “I’m proud of you.” He offered her a glass of mango-papaya juice, which she gladly took to wash down the cum. She didn’t know where he’d kept the glass hidden from her all along. It must have been under the coffee table. Chris really did have the day choreographed.

What doe he have in mind for me next? she wondered.

Sandra didn’t wait long to find out. Chris grabbed her by hair and pulled her to her feet. He turned her around and snapped handcuffs on behind her back. He turned her to face him again and showed her two heavy clothes pins before attaching each one to a nipple. She shot him the angriest look but did nothing to stop him.

Grabbing one dainty nipple at a time, he kneaded them as he pulled on them a little more than he should have.

She stomped her feet in little pitapats to distract from the pain of her nipples being squeezed and pulled so wantonly. Oh, and how they were pulled. Her breasts were small and her skin still tight after these years to not have much give in them, yet he pulled them an inch, then two beyond what mother nature intended for them.

“Owe! You’re so mean!”

Chris ignored her and continued teasing her. He proceeded to flick each clothespin, making them dance upon her breasts. The two of them had eyes locked. Hers full of fury, his filled with what could be described as intellectual amusement.

He had a petite flogger in his arsenal of toys, and she knew of it well. He didn’t disappoint her as pulled that little demon out from the duffel bag. While pulling her nipples again by the clothes pin, he flicked that nasty flogger, landing it on the underside of her breast. He watched her squirm and dance. There were tears down her cheeks.

“Stay still,” he ordered, before she was tempted to back away.

Her gasps turned into stifled moans, then stifled cries as he flogged her sensitive breasts. It’s small size did not reflect how harsh and cruel it was. She tried not to move for him. Yet, she squirmed and wiggled her toes, grabbing onto the carpet with them, anything to keep herself from buckling or turning away from his tortures. Eventually, her tears turned to full blown crying. She didn’t even try to suppress them. This version of tit torture was evil.

“Okay,” Chris eventually said, but not before several more firm blows with the flogger even after she was fully crying. Even then, he took his time removing the clothes pins, slowly, one at a time. As he took each off, he landed several more blows of the flogger directly the throws upon her pulsating nipples. They throbbed in pain as blood rushed back in, she certainly didn’t need that extra cruelty her hurting tits received by being flogged just then.

She gritted her teeth and watched him enjoy her pain. But, it was his to enjoy, and hers to endure.

When he extracted as much pleasure from her as he could, he uncuffed her hands.

She cupped her breasts and pressed her nipples.

“Owe, owe, owe,” she lamented. “You’re such a nasty mean dom.”

That put a smile on his face. But, he looked up at the wall clock. Time had flown and the morning was almost gone. He grabbed her by her hurting, sensitive nipples and pulled her into the kitchen. He picked her up like a bride and placed her on the round table in the breakfast nook.

This is new, she thought to herself. She stood up on the table hoping it wouldn’t wobble and tip. It didn’t. She was still wearing the high heals she’d arrived in.

“Touch yourself,” he told her.

“What!”

“Play with yourself. Entertain me while I prepare us a light lunch.”

… to be continued …

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