Chapter 3 - The awakening
When I finally awoke, it was to the delicious aroma of sizzling bacon, fried
potatoes and all the trimmings of a bountiful breakfast, being prepared by sow.
She was dressed in a pair of my jeans, turned up at the ankles, and one of my T
shirts, bulging hugely in the front to contain her enormous tits. I commented,
with a chuckle, that I would not be able to wear that shirt again.
While we ate sow explained what had befallen her after we had been exiled by our
owners. She explained that her Master, having found her out, had descended into
the most awful rage she had ever witnessed. He had strung her up by her ankles
and whipped the soft flesh of her tits with a heavy belt. The pain, she
described as unbelievable, resulting from the heavy leather weapon smashing into
her tender flesh over and over. She described how she howled in misery while she
was being whipped. But after a while, she explained, something wondrous seemed
to happen. Her pussy began to swell and throb, and drip with juice. And then she
began to come. She came so hard that she almost lost consciousness, and it did
not stop. She came and came without let up and it seemed that the harder he
lashed her tormented tits, the more her pussy reacted as though it was being
subjected to the most exquisite pleasure. She could not believe it, nor could
her Master, whose rage became even more vicious when he realised what was taking
place.
She described how he raged at her for her reaction to his punishment, how he
took her down from her suspension, kicked her legs apart, and began to lash her
splayed pussy with such ferocity that she did eventually slip into
unconsciousness, but not before she climaxed numerous more times, with even more
intensity than when it was her breasts being abused. In fact, she thought that
it was not the pain and suffering that caused her to lose consciousness, but
rather it was the sheer overload of sexual ecstasy.
The fact that she had attained sexual satisfaction from her pain enraged her
Master even more than her errant behaviour had. It was this development that
made him decide to sell her into slavery, rather than merely banish her. The
terms he insisted on when he sold her consisted of the following; she was never
to be freed, when her usefulness was at an end her new owners were to either
kill her, or on sell her to some African brothel specialising in white slaves;
she was never again to be fucked, at least until she was on sold; she was never
again to be allowed to suck a cock; she was never again to be allowed to make
love to another woman; and finally, she was never again to be allowed sexual
relief. With those provisos taken into account, her new owners could do what
they liked with her.
Sow explained how her life progressed. She spent her existence as an object of
sexual display. She told me that her obscene displays caused her excitement, but
never relief of that stimulation. Whenever her owners displayed her being
punished, as I saw on that first night in the club, they were careful never to
make her suffering severely enough to cause her to climax through it. They were
almost religious in their adherence to her Master's instructions. No matter how
much she begged and pleaded, not to mention attempted seduction of her
individual captors, she could not get them to relent. She thought that there
must have been some awful penalty that they would have paid had they ignored her
Master's wishes.
After she had related her story we got to talking about her strange reaction to
the infliction of physical pain. I thought that it may provide an answer to my
own sexual problem, and we resolved to test this as soon as possible. After we
had finished our meal we decided to go for a walk, but not before we stripped
off, and I fucked sow until she had come a dozen times. She informed me, with
impish delight, that she had a lot of catching up to do in terms of sexual
activity, and, of course, that her inherent slut like nature had in no way
diminished during her captivity.
We spent a few hours trekking through the woods, savouring the cool crisp air
and the wonders of nature. I cut a heap of whippy switches from trees as we
went, my brain experiencing a strange, erotic excitement when I thought about
the use they were going to be put to. Sow's excitement was infectious, and she
ensured that most of the switches were sturdy, not just because that would make
them capable of inflicting greater hurt, but also because it would make them
more durable.
In fact, by the time when we returned to the cabin sow could not wait for us to
put them to their intended use. In spite of my own growing excitement, I was a
little more reserved and apprehensive about this experiment. Not just because I
was not sure just how I would react to pain, but also because I had no desire to
punish my beloved sow. Sow, recognising what I was going through, insisted that
she wanted me to hurt her, and that it would cause her to love me even more than
she already did. She explained that I should see it as just one more way of
giving her pleasure. She also promised me that she would stop immediately, if
she perceived that this type of activity did not suit my psych. The sexy nymph
teased me by saying, "If you don't like it, sweet piglet, then you'll just have
to become my Master, and I your loving and devoted slave, because I already know
that i can no longer live, or be completely happy without being subjected to
cruel and savage punishment."
We ate an evening meal with varying degrees of eager anticipation flooding us
both. Sow, because she knew what was in store for her and yearned for it, and me
because I didn't know, yet still anxiously awaited my reaction to the pain, and
whether it would be reflected sexually. After cleaning up after dinner we
repared to the living room where the multitude of switches we had gathered lay
on the coffee table. We both sat on the couch and stared at the instruments of
pain, sow with eager excitement, and me with dread and apprehension.
"Me first!" Sow exclaimed, standing up and stripping off her T shirt, revealing
the stunningly gorgeous mounds of her flawless tits. Her sexual excitement was
already evident from the stiff nipples that capped those lovely mounds. "Do my
tits first, darling!" She continued, stripping off her jeans to reveal that her
pussy was already dampening with her arousal. "And don't show me any mercy when
you flay them. Whip them hard for me!" She concluded, walking over to the centre
of the room and raising her hands high above her head and looking up towards the
ceiling.
"Get some cord, darling." She cried, "And tie my hands up to that beam. It adds
immeasurably to the thrill of the punishment if you are in bondage while it is
being inflicted." I went to a storage cupboard that I knew contained a long
length of thin cord and collected the item. I cut two lengths from the reel that
were of an appropriate length for the task at hand, and then approached the nude
sow. She was trembling slightly, with her hands high above her head. I stood on
a chair so that I could reach up to the sturdy beam we were going to use. At
first I thought that sow's shivering was because of her fear, but looking into
her wide, violet eyes put paid to that erroneous interpretation. The excitement
and longing those beautiful orbs radiated was almost palpable.
I quickly looped each of the cords around sow's wrists and then drew them over
the beam and tied them off. Getting into the spirit of the game, and
experiencing a wild thrill of excitement myself at the same time, I pulled the
cords so tight that sow's heels came off the floor, and she was forced to stand,
uncomfortably, on tip toes. Having finished my task I clambered down from the
chair and stood before my captive love. Her face wore a beam of barely contained
vivacity. It was obvious that she was anticipating her painful ordeal with eager
enthusiasm. On my part, I was not yet sure that I wanted to do what she had
asked. My mind was filled with mixed emotions, trying to come to grips with the
line we were about to cross, me for the first time, but obviously not my
darling's first encounter, the line between the merely submissive, and true
masochism.
I collected one of the long switches we had cut and swished it around to test
both its flexibility, and the weight of it. It was about four feet long, quite
thick at the end I held in my fist, and tapering down to a thin rod at the
other. I gripped the crude weapon tightly and moved in front of the deliciously
defenceless slave girl. I was about to again ask her if she really wanted me to
hurt her lovely breasts when I saw a look in her eyes that almost frightened me.
It was clear that, not only did she want her pain, she craved it with every
ounce of her yearning soul.
"Whip your slut's fat, heaving tits hard, Master piglet!" Sow squealed. "You are
my Master! I am your adoring slave, and must be punished for the privilege of
being permitted to love you, and serve you! My swollen, aching tits long to
suffer at your hand, darling Master Piglet!" In another setting sow's abject
pleading to be hurt would have been almost humorous, but it was obvious that she
was deadly serious, and had lost herself in the role she played. I could only
guess at the turmoil of emotions that must have been driving her to beg for her
suffering so convincingly and deliciously submissively.
Indeed I was not immune to strange new feelings that were arousing my own
excitement. My long, thick prick began to swell and churn within the tight
confines of my jeans, until it was almost painful to me. I drew back the cruel
switch and brought it slashing down onto the upper slope of sow's right breast.
I did not wield it with too much force, something in me still being reluctant to
inflict too severe a hurt on the tender flesh of my darling. The slight squeal
that this first, tentative stroke elicited from the suspended slave girl was one
of almost pique. Her head dropped down and she inspected the faint pink weal
left on her pale skin in the wake of the stroke.
Sow raised her face again and stared at me with a look of scornful contempt that
shocked me to my core. "If that's the best you can do, piglet, I'd be better off
back with my captors. At least they knew how to whip a slut." A rush of anger
flooded through me at this derisive comment, and for a second or two I almost
hated the slave girl.
The shriek of agony that reverberated around the room as a result of the next
stroke caused a rush of adrenalin to course through my veins, and a much more
livid, and colourful welt to be raised on the smooth skin of sow's left tit. The
suffering girl threw her head back and wailed in masochistic lust, "That's
better, darling Master! Now thrash my tits with all your might! Show me no
mercy! I love you Master! Whip my tits 'til I swoon in rapture, and my cunt
split explodes in ecstasy!"
I drew back the vicious switch and lashed the huge mounds with terrifying
ferocity, over and over. Soon the shuddering mounds were covered with livid
welts, and I was sure that the delicate skin must break. Sow's squeals and wails
of anguish were continuos, along with her pleas for me not to stop, and to whip
her harder and harder. I soon lost myself completely in what I was doing. Wave
after wave of pure excitement coursed through me with every brutal stroke I
delivered.
After delivering a particularly savage lash to one of sow's throbbing teats,
that bent the sensitive stalk almost double, my switch broke in half. Despite
the almost incoherent state of her mind sow shrilled out in begging tones, "Get
another one Master! I'm almost there! Get another one and thrash my suffering
tit meat harder! Harder Master! More Master!"
I threw down the tattered switch, took up another, and went back to work. While
the cruel rod sliced painfully into the soft, firm flesh of the defenceless tits
over and over sow's legs began to drum the floor, such was the level of her
agony. Her smooth belly visibly vibrated with her suffering and, to my surprise,
the soft skin on the insides of her full beautiful thighs glistened wetly, with
the flow of her pussy's succulent juices.
I whipped her heaving tits with all my might, thrilling to the power I exerted
over the defenceless slave. Not one square inch of her tits escaped the fall of
my lash. I could only imagine what the suffering girl must be experiencing. The
level of agony that must have been consuming every fibre of her being. But still
she wailed her need for more, and I was only too pleased to accede to her
demented demands, my switch flaying her gorgeous mounds without mercy.
Suddenly, without any fore warning sow threw her head back, her long hair flying
in abandon, and wailed out in an almost eerie voice, "I'm coming! I'm coming!
It's sooooo gooood! It's soooooooo Goooooooood! I'm dying with ecstasy! My whore
twat is exploding! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I threw down the half broken switch and fell to my knees in front of the slave
girl's wildly orgasming body. I grasped the slippery skin of her sweating
flanks, dove my face into the juncture of her thighs, and buried my gaping mouth
in the hot gushing meat of her spasming pussy. My taste buds were immediately
flooded with the tart flavour of boiling female sex. Sow's flowing juices soon
filled me eager mouth, and slid down my welcoming, gulping throat. I had never
known a woman to shed so much juice in one orgasm before. The flow seemed to be
endless, and I slurped wildly at it in my crazed endeavours to consume every
drop. My avid tongue lashed the throbbing, jerking stem of her burgeoning
clitoris with almost the same feverish intensity that I had displayed when
wielding the whip.
Sow's climax seemed to last for a eon. Time seemed to stand still while her
wildly spasming cunt surrendered to her exploding pleasure. Her juices continued
to pour from it without let up. It was all I could do to drink down the flood
without wasting too much of the erotic elixir. I was in as much of a state of
euphoria as sow herself while I fed my insatiable belly on her very essence. All
through her shattering climax sow wailed out her ecstasy in a cacophony of
incoherent babblings of both joy and gratitude. I had never, even in my most
sensual and erotic experiences, ever seen a woman come so hard, and for so long.
All of a sudden sow's body went limp, and the contractions that assailed her
climaxing pussy so relentlessly began to slow. I continued to nurse at her sex
with my insatiable mouth, albeit with a more tender ferocity than I had utilised
at the height of her orgasm. My lips and tongue teased her slowly wilting girl
prick tenderly, while my tongue softly lapped up the final trickles of her
escaping juices, even lapping the sticky, fragrant essence from the soft insides
of her thighs.
When I finally, reluctantly, left her pussy and struggled to my feet I was
astonished to see that sow had actually passed out, and hung limply by her
wrists, her chest still heaving as her body subconsciously fought to recover
after so shattering an experience. I was shocked at the state of her lovely
breasts. The enormous mounds were covered in ugly welts and bruises. A feeling
of sorrow and remorse flowed through me at having been the cause of such
desecration to such beautiful and flawless flesh.
I soon gathered my senses, however, and got up on the chair and gently unbound
sow's wrists and lowered her from her suspension. I carried her over to the
couch and flopped down into it with sow's sweaty nudity cradled on my lap. The
hot skin of her tormented tits crushed tenderly into the moist skin of my own
bare chest while I rocked her slowly and petted her damp, flowing locks.
After about fifteen minutes sow began to regain consciousness. Her arms wound
languidly around my neck and she snuggled up to me in sated contentment. She
buried her beautiful face into my neck and her soft lips nuzzled at my skin
sensually. Every now and then she wriggled her full bottom in my lap to get more
comfortable. I stroked her skin tenderly, caressing her with all the love and
devotion that I had for her, realising that our recent activity had deepened my
love for her even more, if that were possible. I seemed to have passed over to a
new dimension of love, that transcended any that had gone before. I realised
that I loved this gorgeous bundle of slave girl curled up in my lap more than
life itself.
I contented myself with cradling my love, and caressing her smooth beauty for
what seemed ages while she slowly recovered from her cataclysmic ordeal. Time
seemed to stand still while dreams of erotic submission completely took over my
consciousness.
I was wakened from my day dreams by sow when she stirred in my lap, and glued
her lips to mine in a searing kiss that heralded renewed passion. Our tongues
duelled erotically while our senses were revived once again to sexual passion
for which we possessed seemingly bottomless capacity. Eventually sow broke the
kiss, and nuzzled her mouth up to my ear and began to whisper:
"Oh, darling piglet. That was so good. I have never, in my entire life, come so
hard. I though I was going to die from sheer ecstasy. My aching tits were on
fire. My spasming cunt split kept exploding uncontrollably. I couldn't control
it, especially when your adorable mouth began to drink from it. It seemed to
take on a life of its own, the sole purpose of its existence to feed you, my
darling, with oceans of its elixir. I came so hard, and for so long, that it
finally overcame my capacity to absorb such intense pleasure, and I lost
consciousness. My last thought, sweet piglet, was that if I were dying of
pleasure, then you, my eternal love, had granted me that opportunity, and my
love for you burgeoned until it consumed me entirely, and my writhing cunt pit
involuntarily gushed fresh deluges of sex cream for you to savour. It was as
though my adoring cunt could not surrender enough to you, its adulated Master."
I hugged the darling creature hard, crushing her tormented breasts against me,
causing her to quiver with renewed, but obviously delicious hurt. Rather than
moving, to ease her discomfort, the beautiful sow hugged me even harder grinding
her pain soaked tits into my muscular chest with even more passion. She then
giggled, and began to whisper to me again:
"Now its your turn, darling piglet. Are you scared?" Before I could answer she
continued, "I'm going to tie you up so that you can't move a muscle. Then I'm
going to punish your big fat worm for not spitting the scum I longed for so much
into my mouth when I sucked it so cleverly last night!" She chortled into my
ear, "I'll teach your big prick to deny me what is my right! When my mouth wants
a flood of rich creamy ball juice to savour, then the prick I'm sucking had
better surrender it, or suffer the consequences!"
The nude girl wriggled up from my lap and stood before me, staring down at my
seated body in mock severity, and asked again, "I'm going to hurt you terrible,
darling piglet, are you scared?" My heart pounded with both dread and
excitement. I was scared, terrified, in fact. But I was not about to admit that
to the nude vision of loveliness standing over me, and mocking me with her own
recently fulfilled masochism, taunting me with her new found capacities, and
challenging me to meet them with equal alacrity. It was plain to see that she
was not entirely convinced with my protestations of readiness, and fearlessness,
when I made them with a bravado that I was not sure that I actually felt.
We both knew, of course, that this was an experiment to see if I could climax
under such conditions, and so be released from the psychological hold that
Mistress Lotta still held over my sexuality. We both, equally, prayed that the
trial would prove successful, me because it had been so long since I had
orgasmed, and the frustration I suffered was almost unbearable, and sow because
she so adored making men come, and needed so profoundly, to please me sexually
and, of course to satisfy her naturally lustful nature. But, anyhow, we played
out the fantasy, losing ourselves in the excitement and eroticism of the game.
Sow, knowing instinctively of my apprehension, perhaps remembering her own
initial exposure to her latent masochism, began to reassure me while at the same
time, losing herself in her role of domatrix. She explained to me that it was
best to lose oneself in the pain. To experience it as if it were a gift of
exquisite sensation to be savoured and absorbed. While she talked she commanded
me to strip while she prepared the cords for my imminent bondage.
I stripped myself nude, and was somewhat embarrassed by the fact that my prick,
which had been so stiff and aroused while I whipped sow's stunning tits, now
remained soft and limp. Sow commanded me to lay on my back on the low coffee
table, commenting that the state of my prick was not encouraging, but that she
would soon change that. I lay on my back on the cool wooden surface of the long
table as ordered. Sow then quickly secured both my wrists and ankles to the legs
of the table, tying then so tightly that I couldn't escape from my bondage.
When she had completed this initial task I lay, face upwards on the table. My
thighs were well spread allowing her free and unfettered access to my sex. She
crouched between my splayed thighs and grasped my soft cock stem and lay it up
along my belly. The softness of her touch caused my stalk to begin to swell and
lengthen. She then grasped my fat balls in one fist and stretched them down from
my prick base, then wrapped a piece of cord around their base over and over
until the cord formed a collar not unlike that adorning the necks of some
African women, pictured in National Geographic, of certain African tribes. When
she had finished my balls protruded obscenely, smooth skinned and bulging, and
deliciously defenceless, especially when she had wedged a small cup under them
so that they stood upright between my muscular thighs.
Sow grinned mockingly while inspecting her work and then, without warning, dove
down and swallowed my entire length into the warm, wet confines of her voracious
mouth. The consummate sensualist sucked my prick with exquisite eroticism until
it reared up, and stiffened with arousal, and my belly trembled with the
intensity of the pleasure she imparted. When she, reluctantly, allowed my cock
to escape from her wanton mouth it arched up along my flat belly in raging
erection, its purplish head flaring lustfully.
Sow smiled with satisfaction at her work, and took up her last piece of cord.
She wound it around the base of my throbbing prick tube, and tied off each of
its ends to opposite legs of the table. This caused the aching stem of my
pulsating erection to rise up vertically from my hairy groin, like sow, I too
had allowed my pubic hair to grow back after my banishment. Sow stood over me
smiling down at my hopelessly aroused, and completely defenceless nudity, and
said, tauntingly, "This is how I like to see a male slave, tied down and
defenceless, his slave prick stiff and throbbing for my visual entertainment,
His fat nuts, captured and filled with sap, which he longs to surrender to me. A
slave longing to have me visit his craving being with the gift of pain and
suffering!'
My heart pounded with terror, tinged with sexual stimulation of an intensity I
had rarely experienced before. I gazed up at my playful tormentor with a look of
sheer longing, and utter adoration. A fresh surge of adrenalin flowed through my
veins when she retrieved one of the few remaining switches, I having shredded
three of the ones we had cut while thrashing her huge tits, and waved it about
in front of my fevered eyes:
"I'm going to flog your flat tits and palpitating belly for you, slave. I'll not
stop until you beg me to flay your stiff prick for you. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head in the affirmative, not wanting to risk using my voice for fear
of disgracing myself by having my snivelling fear betrayed by it. Sow smiled
knowingly down at me and drew the switch high over her head. Unlike me, she did
not allow me to build up to my ordeal by starting out with softer blows. Rather,
she slashed the cruel switch down onto my chest with fearful force. A line of
fire erupted on the skin of my chest and, despite my earlier resolve not to cry
out my pain and suffering too early, a squeal erupted from my gaping throat.
The pain was terrific, but I had no opportunity to recover from it before the
brutal switch sliced into my flesh once again. I had never experienced such hurt
in my life, and was sure that I would not be able to bear it. Confused
sensations flooded my mind. I wanted the pain to stop in one corner of my
consciousness, but in another wanted it to intensify, yearned for it to
continue, longed for the blows to be delivered ever more cruelly. I was
astonished, in my fevered state, to realise that my prick had become even
stiffer, and throbbed with ever burgeoning arousal.
By the time the tenth, or was it the twentieth stoke, for I had long since lost
count, sliced agonisingly into my flash a strange, eerie, change came over my
blazing soul. That section of my consciousness that yearned for pain and
suffering completely blotted out the part that rebelled against such cruel
agony. My continuous wails of anguish took on a whole new pitch, and I found,
strangely, that I was again in control of my voice. Everything that was
happening became acutely amplified in my consciousness. My chest and belly both
burned and seared with pain, but my blazing prick remained untouched, and it
yearned to suffer and suffer as if it had a mind of its own, and it was not
going to be denied. I squealed out in sheer longing:
"Sweet, sweet Mistress, I am your adoring slave, and long to suffer under your
whip for ever. Please! Please! Please! Adored Mistress, I beg you, I implore you
with every ounce of my love, whip my aching prick! Whip my prick hard! Whip it
without mercy, until it spits its issue to you in total surrender! See how it
stands and throbs with ecstasy at being permitted to perform its lustful,
depraved duty in your incomparable presence sweet Mistress! Punish it savagely
for its impertinence! Whip it brutally for its arrogance! Flay it with all your
might, darling Mistress! Your slave longs to surrender! Your slave yearns to
suffer!"
My almost incoherent babblings went on and on in ever more abject and imploring
tones. Sow, excited by this total transformation in me, was beside herself with
sadistic longing, and wasted no time in arming herself with a fresh switch.
Howls of unadulterated agony were literally torn from my gaping throat when she
slashed the upright stalk of my unbelievably stimulated cock, with all the force
her muscles could muster. I did not believe such agony was possible. Surely I
must pass out from the sheer magnitude of my suffering. My abused prick felt as
though it was being continually branded with a white hot iron with each
merciless lash of the switch. Sow's shrieks of sadistic elation soon matched my
howls of anguish in both pitch and loudness.
Soon my juices were boiling in my swollen balls, and I realised, with a renewed
surge of utter joy, that I was going to climax under the ferocity of my cruel
punishment. I implored my beautiful tormentor to renew her efforts, and to whip
my throbbing cock with more and more savagery. I begged her to lash the tender
swollen orbs of my balls with all her strength, and this was what finally drove
me over the edge. The sheer gut wrenching agony of the whip falling so brutally
on my most sensitive appendages was too much to bear, and my scalding juices
streaked up the pulsating stem of my fire laden prick. I shrieked in utter
ecstasy:
"Adored Mistress, I'm coming! I'm coming! My slave cock is exploding in
ecstasy!" Sow immediately dropped to her knees between my uncontrollably
quivering thighs, and her hot mouth engulfed the tip of my erupting prick.
Enormous streams of creamy spunk gushed with such force that the cheeks of the
sucking woman bulged grotesquely, while she frantically swallowed the offering,
and fought heroically not to waste a precious drop. She, of course was not
successful in her endeavours, such was the force of my climax, and the sheer
amount of rich, hot, cream that poured from the tip of my continuously erupting
prick. Soon little rivers of white cream seeped from the corners of her mouth
and dribbled down onto her thrusting tits. I came and came, with a force and
potency that may have even bettered that with which I had broken all the prick
spurting records at an event in a club I had frequented prior to my exile.
Sow swallowed for all she was worth. Her hands squeezed my churning balls almost
painfully as she worked to extract every drop from my erupting cock. I did not
actually loose consciousness, as sow had done, but I may as well have for all
the control of my own orgasming body that I was able to exercise. Eventually my
contractions began to loose their potency, and the streams of cum pouring from
the tip of my pleasure filled prick began to ebb, until they were mere trickles.
Sow's mouth took on all the aspects of an industrial strength vacuum cleaner as
the lust crazed harlot used it to drain me dry.
Only when she was certain that my slightly wilting prick had no more to give did
sow let it escape from her voracious mouth. She quickly untied me and we
staggered into the bedroom and collapsed, temporarily sated, on the big, soft
bed in each other's arms. Sow was excited beyond belief, despite her physical
exhaustion, by what she had achieved. She continuously expressed her happiness
at having cured me of my disability. For my part I lay contented with my lot.
The spell had finally been broken, and I had discovered a streak in my
personality that had laid dormant for my entire life.
I knew, without question, and with total conviction, that I was a masochist. I
knew, instinctively, that from that moment forward my most exquisite ecstasies
would only occur if I was made to suffer. I knew that I would be able to orgasm
at will once again, but would only experience the level of sexual excess that I
craved when suspended in pain and suffering. I wondered what effect this
revelation would have on my relationship with my beloved sow, when I managed to
raise the courage to explain it to her. I wondered if she would commit to become
my new Mistress. Given her own obvious masochistic leanings, which I had no idea
if they the same, or even approaching the level of intensity of my own, she
might not want to. With these thoughts dominating my awareness I drifted off to
sleep.
I woke a couple of hours later with sow's hairy pussy pressed up against my
face, and her delightful sex fragrance filling my senses. My already stiffened
cock was buried down her gulping throat, and the insatiable nymphomaniac was
sucking me with exquisite eroticism. I reached up and cupped her seeping sex in
both hands. I used my thumbs to part the plump outer lips of her plump sex,
baring the stiffening stalk of her clitoral nub. I used the very tip of my
tongue to tease the slowly growing stem to full rigidity. Soon its shiny little
head , and at least half of the length of its little stem, had escaped from the
protection of its sheath. I continued to tease the throbbing girl prick with
tantalising tenderness, and was soon required to use my hands to still sow's
writhing hips as her pleasure began to move to its inevitable peak.
The juices in my balls began to boil with sow's wanton sucking, and her writhing
pussy meat began to seep ever more copious flows of her own sweet tart juices.
We worked on each other's sex until we were shaking with lust and sexual
excitement, and then our orgasms overtook us. My cock cream poured into my
love's adoring mouth, while my own ravenous gullet slurped up her flowing juices
with joy and happiness. Sow relinquished my softening cock as on as she had
milked it dry, turned her nudity around, and snuggled up to me, sighing:
"Oh darling, I love you so. But I love what your delicious worm feeds me even
more. I'm never going to let it out of my sight again, for the rest of my life.
So you had better get used to it." I sighed happily, and reciprocated my
feelings as well, assuring sow we would never again be parted. While we talked
sow caressed my cock until it was yet again erect and throbbing. It had been
some time since I had come, so I knew that I had plenty in reserve, and would be
able to come at least a couple more times that night. Sow, of course, could come
over and over, and seemed never to be able to get enough.
I rolled over on top of her, not bothering to protect her from my weight, and
plunged my prick into her drenched pussy hole, to the hilt, in one full stroke.
Sow sighed with contentment, and the velvet muscles of her sex pouch squeezed my
buried prick mercilessly. I pumped her wildly, no thought of her needs crossed
my mind. She, of course loved every second of it, and her hips rose to meet
every stoke. Soon I was climaxing yet again, emptying my cream into her clasping
hole in an eruption of sheer pleasure.
Once my climax had fully run its course I collapsed into her arms and dozed off.
I woke with a start, to the rapturous sensations of my again stiff, aching cock
being caught in the vice of sow's hot, humid arse chasm. She was crouched over
me, my throbbing prick buried to the hilt up her arse pit. She was bouncing up
and down, her well whipped tits flying with her efforts, and a look of sheer
wanton lust creasing her beautiful face. I reached up and grabbed her tits in
both hands, drew a turgid teat into my hungry mouth and suckled it with a
growing passion. All too soon her talented arse pit had drained me of my ball
cream, and she had again collapsed, sated for the moment, in my arms. This time
we both went into a deep sleep that lasted well into the next day.
