Page 65 of Smut Lovers

She moves in short jerking strokes, her thighs hitting mine at a punishing pace.

It doesn't take long for me to realize that the punishment isn't on my almost tender ass.

But in the way the clover clamps hang heavy, a chain connecting them between my breasts, the blunt strokes make them tighten and pull.

It’s almost unbearable.

The tears fall, my pussy swollen and empty as my mistress brutalizes me in the way only she can.

"Fuck, your tears make me hard." I feel her slip a hand under my bent form, her fingers seeking out my swollen clit. "Such a pretty fuck doll. Dirty little whore so wet my balls are covered, and it's running down my thighs."

"Oh god," I moan, tasting the salt of my tears as they run down my cheeks. “Yes Mistress. I’m-oh, I’m going to come again.”

"Good. I'm going to make you clean your cum off with your tongue.

" The dark tone in her voice makes my pussy even wetter.

"You better hope you didn't ruin these stockings or you'll get my flogger.

" My body isn’t my own. Completely under her command.

I arch back against her pulsing cock. "You'd like that. Nothing but a filthy fuck doll."

She hisses against my ear, her finger flicking over my sensitive but still clamped clit.

"I'm going to fill this ass— my ass— with cum, and then I'll leave you plugged, unable to move until I get out of the shower. I’ll come back and feed you my cock down your throat so far your eyes will be too full of tears to beg me to let you breathe. "

I'll never know if it’s the filthy, promised words or the open-hand slap to my pussy that snaps the clamp off that makes me scream. I come so hard my vision turns white. Black and purple spots form behind my eyes.

"Breathe." The command sets my brain to life again. I take a deep breath, her hand fondling my overly sore nipple. "Don’t stop, Pet. I'm not done with you. You’re going to come until I say so."

"Yes, Ma’am," I moan helplessly, reaching to grip the forearm wrapped around me for support. "Please, please, fuck me."

"Grab the headboard, Pet." The demand has me scramble up the mattress. With each movement, the weight of the clamps pulls my nipples. Sending fresh tears down my cheeks and whimpers that would be ignored for her pleasure.

A stinging swat to my ass has me arch back, quickening my pace. My hands grab the headboard; my thighs spread wide.

"One of these nights, you'll wear the pink bodysuit I bought you—it's my favorite color on you afterall—and you're going to present on your knees with the clear fuck stick in your ass. All of it. Posed and ready like a little toy.” Her hand comes down sharply on my thigh, spurring me to quicken my pace.

I shudder, pressing my forehead against my arm, trying to hide my shame.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you next? "

I shake my head and whimper softly, anxiety mixes with pleasure in my belly as I wait for more filthy details.

"You'll kneel there and take every throat fucking I give you." Her voice was a lethal purr straight to my pussy. "Line my poker buddy's up so I can watch up close how well you cry and beg. What will you beg, Pet?"

"Please, may I have more," I cry, my eyelids fluttering closed.

"Even when there’s a cock so far down I can outline it in your throat with my tongue." Her dark moan causes my back to arch, my body aches for more. "You like that. Kneeling like some perverted fuck doll for me to use, abuse, and fill full of cum."

She laughs when my body shudders at her scandalous words. "Yes, Mistress." My back arches and I push back for more, knowing I will be too sore to sit the next day. If I’m allowed to at all.

"Show me how much you want my cum and cock.

Work for it, brat." Her barbed words make me dig my fingers into the wood of the headboard, using my hips to arch back and impale myself on her cock.

I grunt as I punish myself with each stroke of my hips, knowing she will want nothing less than all of me.

I rest my head against my arm for a moment, my fingers flexing as I strain to keep pace. My breasts hang, the weight of the metal clamps shaking with my movements. "Oh god," I moan, pushing my ass back to fuck myself for her.

Wanting to please her, and not because my reward will be an ass full of cum. Not the only reason. The next orgasm rolls through, almost a whisper, and I know that it was the calm before the storm.

Her hand comes down on my ass, once, twice, three times before her fingers dig into the bruised flesh. She holds me firmly against her, I can feel her balls tighten against my bruised and empty pussy.

"You'll take it all." There was no question. It was a requirement to never waste a drop.

I squeal, my breath coming out in short puffs as I still. The moment I stop moving I feel her cock twitch as it fills me with burst after burst of cum.

There's a moan behind me, her fingers dig into my shoulder to keep me impaled on my Mistress' pulsing cock.

"Good girl. You're taking so much for me.

Just the way a good whore should." I nod, gasping when she pulls my head back, her lips close enough for me to hear her whisper.

"You are my pretty little cum slut after all.

" The moan that echoes from my chest makes her smile, knowing how easily she turns me into a needy mess.

My face presses into the pillow, fingers tight against the headboard, and my ass still high in the air.

"My cum was made to live in your ass." Mistress laughs at my shuddering moan. "Such a good Pet. Take all of me now." My jaw clenches, and I scream, cry tears of painful bliss. My body electrifies, we come together. Every aching pulse filling me urges my orgasm to continue. Everything goes white.

Glazed, wide eyes, I moan numbly as I fall forward, sprawling on the mattress, arching back with spread thighs. I lick my lips, my heart pounding in my chest as I take what she gives me.

A plugged ass, as promised.

Her hand runs up my back, and her arms wrap around me. Soft kisses against the skin of my shoulder and neck, muddled with pleased hums and whispered words of praise.

"That's my good girl." I hum happily at her words, my body boneless, and my head floaty. "You took everything I gave you so well."

"Good Pet?" I whisper into her chest, burrowing into the blanket she pulls over us.

"Very good Pet." Her kiss is soft, the hard edge of need sated after the many orgasms she wrung from me. “My good girl. Drink first.”

I sit up on my elbow and take the offered bottle of water. “Bubble fort. No outside world, please,” I sigh quietly.

“Not yet, Harper.” Soon . Someday.

“We’re not going this long without seeing each other again…” Instead of words, she answers me with a kiss. It says volumes, more than any words can.