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He tied my arms behind my back. Blindfolded me. Then told me to stay kneeled down if front of the couch. I heard him enter the room and then felt him sit on the couch in front of me. He pulled me roughly forward and until I felt what I thought was his ** against my lips.
“Open your mouth” he said. I did as I was told and was rewarded with his thick ** being forced inside. Before he gave further instructions, I was already doing what I was expected to do. I sucked him hungrily. He ** my mouth as my tongue attempted to lick and taste every inch of him.
He pushed my head until his ** passed the opening of my throat. If I gagged he held it there and roughly shook my head. I quickly learned to comply. I simply relaxed and took deep breaths in between strokes. He didn’t care. I didn’t care. He gave me what I deserved. Nothing.
Before he tied me, before he blindfolded me. I sat where he sat. I saw the kitchen implements he placed in sized order on the coffee table. Beside those implements was a stick of butter, a small bowl of white lard and a turkey baster filled with clear liquid. I panicked, wondering if I should leave.
I heard his voice come from the bathroom. “I’ll be there in a minute” he said, as the toilet flushed.
He came into the room naked. Long,thick, crooked ** bouncing between his skinny legs. Even soft, it was a threat. My ** twitched at the thought. My ** tingled with fear and excitement.
“If you scream” he said, “you won’t get this” he pointed to his ** with a smirk. I wanted “that” with all of my aching heart.
That’s when he first tied my arms behind me.
When I first knelt down he told me to rest my blindfold head on the couch before me. I felt cold liquid being squirt between my ** cheeks. My ** came to life. I felt a firm pinch on each ** and then they both went numb. That’s when out of nowhere something cold long and hard was shoved against my ** and then roughly pushed in. I grunted in pain. “Shut up” was his only reply.
The thing in my ** was twisted in circles and pulled in and out. ** it hurt. Could this be the handle of the wooden spoon? I thought. Jesus Christ, he’s trying to kill me. He pulled it out. I exhaled, before I could inhale again, something new was forced inside. Bigger. He ** me slowly with it. It hurt, but not as bad as it could have. I inhaled with each inward stroke and exhaled with each pull. Again, I learned quickly, to relax not fight it.
A moment later I felt a rush of cold liquid enter me, fill my bowels. The cold edge of what I could only assume was a bowl was pressed against my **. The thing was then pulled from my ** and was quickly followed by the liquid splashing into the bowl.
The bowl was removed and the now remnants trickled down my ** to my **. His calloused hands now massaged the remaining liquid over my ** and **.
“I think he likes it” the man said to no one. I am no one now.
He forced his middle ** inside me. Seemingly punching my ** with his fist with the ** inserting. All the while ** my ** slowly.
His stroking quickened, and then stopped just as fast. I was instructed not to **.
He edged me a again. He stopped just short. My breath quickened and my ** dilated around his **. He pulled his ** out.
**.
He then rubbed the head of his ** against my hole. I panicked and pulled away. He pulled me back. He forced the head in. I grunted. He pulled it out. He pushed it back in. Deeper this time.
And pulled it out. I felt his open palm at the tip of my **. Warm and delicious. He pushed back in until his belly pressed against my ** cheeks. I came hard into his palm. Spasms took me and my ** clenched his **.
He pulled out of me. His palm came up to my mouth and nose. I could smell and feel the heat of my sperm. He brushed my lips and my tongue snuck out. I tasted me. His hand left and I felt warm liquid drip down over my **. My **? Then slippery stroking sounds. Was he ** with my **?
And then the most magnificent feeling overtook me. His slippery ** covered ** entered me. He ** me with my own hot **. His palm covered my mouth and I lapped at it as he ** me slow hard and deep. Tasting me, being ** by me. He grunted, pulled out an squirt his own hot ** at my **. **. He plunged inside me again. As a wet ** entered my mouth covered with with his musky ** now.
I couldn’t help myself. I came again. Harder.
When he finished, he untied my arms and told me to leave. I listened to his steps as he walked a way. The bathroom door closed and the shower water turned on. I pulled off my blindfold. I looked down at my chest. One clothes pin on each **. When I removed the clothes pin of my left **. Debilitating pain shot through me. I have never felt so much pain. I stared at the second clothes pin, knowing now what was to come. I gently squeezed the clothes pin to release it and was once again overwhelmed with steering pain. So much pain, I knew I would have to do it again, to myself later.
I looked down at the floor, a puddle of ** and drops of blood beneath me. It came from my wounded **. My ** would ache for a week or more. I’m not sure it was from pain or **. I did fear he had ruptured something deep inside me. When the pain finally stopped, I figured I was probably okay.
I eventually went back to ** myself with a greased up oversized **, two weeks later, I came extra hard dreaming it was him.
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