8 - His Home Gym #4
I felt something unfold within me, and before I knew it, I was doing as he asked, sinking to my knees. Then I was on the floor, looking up at him, naked and willing, ready for him to do whatever he wanted to me.
I wanted to find my true self. I wanted to find the woman within, the one who had been neglected for so long.
He grabbed my chin, his hand rough and strong, but I liked it. I had been alone, and now I needed to know how much he needed me.
He pulled his top over his head and flung it away.
He then peeled off his gym shorts. I gazed at his muscles as they were exposed, his body sculpted to perfection.
Then his erection was unleashed, and I was agog, my mouth hanging open at the size of his python.
It was thick and long, the tip smooth, the skin taut, the veins rippling like stormy rivers, so filled with passion.
I moaned at the sight of it and the musky scent of his sex that filled the air as he came upon me.
“You’re mine, Holly,” he growled. As he spoke, he wrapped his hand around the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back to make me gasp.
I reached up to touch him, but he slapped my hands away and instead smeared the heat of his cock across my face before plunging it inside my older, slutty mouth.
As my lips wrapped around him tightly, I felt my submissive tendencies take hold and realized that all I wanted was to valued by a man, to be wanted and used, to be taken to the brink of pleasure.
He clamped his strong hands around my head and started fucking my mouth.
I let myself be pounded by him, my tongue swimming all over his cock.
Drool spilled out of my lips, and I soon became a mess.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my auburn hair spilled out, a tousled mess.
My vision blurred, and I was left breathless by him as he slammed into me again and again, showing me no mercy at all, but this was what I wanted.
I had been terrible as a wife, but I could be reborn as a slut and have a new lease on what it meant to be a woman.
I was ready to gulp down anything he wanted, but he pulled his cock away and dragged me to the bed, throwing me down.
I tumbled and yelped as my chest heaved with excited anticipation.
He went to the wall and put his hands around some rope.
It was thick and soft. He wound it around my limbs, arching my whole body like a bow.
He tied my hands together, and then my ankles, making me face back, my hair falling down, the blood rushing to my head.
He steadied me so that I wouldn’t lose my balance.
He then escaped my field of vision. I heard the glass case open.
“Have you ever used anything like this before?” he asked.
“Never,” I replied. My eyes widened at this sex toy he held. It was even bigger than him, ridged and purple, gleaming as it caught the glare of the night. It was a monster, and I couldn’t believe he was going to use it on me.
He went to the other side of the bed, and I heard a whirring sound. Oh God, it moved. I could feel the vibrations in the air as he teased me with it, running it up and down my thighs. I ached for stimulation, and my body was begging for him.
When he pressed it against me, I was lost to another world. Sensations crashed through me, and I felt the strength leaving my body. He rubbed it across my pussy, and I felt things that I had never felt before, and then he started pushing it inside.
It was so strange to feel myself being stretched with this toy.
He tortured and teased me. The toy whirred and created what felt like a hurricane around my pussy.
Shallow breath escaped my lips, and my body was afire.
The pleasure streamed through me, and it didn’t feel like it had anywhere to go except out.
Pain blurred within as he thrust it inside me, getting deeper and deeper until it hit a spot that made my eyes close and my body go limp.
I groaned as he lay there, punishing this sweet spot of mine, rendering me absolutely useless.
He then made me choke on it as I used my tongue to clean it of all my juices.
Then he pushed me down and pushed my legs up, making good use of the flexibility that he had trained into me, and I wondered if he had wanted this from me from the beginning.
He took hold of my bound hands and held them together, choking me as he fucked me.
He was so big, so dominant that he became my whole world.
He then unbound my wrists and looped them around the attachments on the headboard, stretching me out.
I couldn’t move and only watch as he took his huge cock and started to fuck me, his perfect physique slamming against mine over and over again, using all his strength to take me to a place I had never been before.
His hand was on my throat and through my hair.
He choked me and left marks on my body. He bit me as this bestial fury poured through him, and I took it all because I knew he wanted me.
And he could have me. He could have me whenever he wanted, because I was his little slut, and I knew I was never going to leave this dungeon of his.