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He undid his breeches, dropping them to the floor. His cock was thick and long, almost as big as Hobbe’s. He gave his length a few lazy strokes, a drop of sticky liquid gleaming at its tip. He lowered himself onto his knees so that he was crouched between my splayed legs, then lowered his head between them and began to feast on my exposed pussy.
I gasped with the shock and sensation of it. I had never felt so divine a sensation. His silky lips glided and caressed my hardened nub, before his tongue darted inside my wet slit, tasting my juices. I moaned softly as he devoured me, growing wetter and more aroused by the second as he skilfully ate my pussy. Though he claimed to be punishing me, this was more like a reward from heaven itself.
Still lapping at my tender sex, he placed his thumb against my clit and began to make slow circling motions, teasing my most sensitive spot. I was making a lot of noise now, crying and groaning with pleasure, unable to help myself. A hot sensation was growing through my belly and infusing my loins, and an explosion was surely not far off. When he caught my clit between his lips and sucked on it, hard, I could contain myself no longer. I screamed as I climaxed, liquid pleasure running through my veins as I shook and shuddered on the hard ground.
Through lidded eyes I was vaguely aware of Almsbury lifting his head from between my legs, my juices dripping from his chin. He shifted his position to line his cock up with my still quivering cunt. I tried to protest, to tell him I at least needed so time to recover, but no words came out. I doubt he would have heeded them anyway.
With a sudden thrust of his hips, he plunged his hard cock deep inside of my virgin pussy. I felt something – my maidenhead – break within me, and there was a moment of exquisite pain. Then the agony was over, and there was only the wonderful, sinful sensation of his rigid, throbbing manhood filling my eager cunt.
He held himself in position for a moment, the began to fuck me hard. His thrusts were powerful, but not frantic. They were forceful, but measured, the actions of man completely in control. His face was calm and collected, not doubt in great contrast to mine. My jaw hung open and my eyes rolled back on my head, overcome by the sensations that were overpowering my body.
Still pounding into me, he lowered his head and began to kiss and lick my breasts, which bounced against his face as he plowed me. At first he was gentle, but them the licks turned into nibbles and the nibble into bites. He took a nipple between his teeth and bit down, not hard enough to do damage but with enough force so that it hurt. I gave little shriek, but the pain somehow complemented the pleasure. Suddenly I was coming again, my cunt contracting and tightening against the hard meat inside of it. I wasn’t sure I could take any more, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop, ever.
He had no intention of stopping. In fact, he picked up the pace. He was hammering into me now, grinding me into the ground. I could actually feel my buttocks sinking into the soft ground beneath me, leaving an imprint. I was crying and screaming; for mercy, for him to stop, for more. I no longer knew.
Still fucking me, he grabbed my throat and began to squeeze, choking me. As frightening as this was, it somehow seemed to intensify everything. Even as I choked and struggled for breath, I could feel another climax growing within me, and I knew that it would be even more powerful than the previous two.
Then we were both coming. I felt his hot muck spurt into me, filling my womb with his seed. I was coming too, with such intensity that my screams must have sounded like those of a mad-woman. I could not have stopped if I had wanted to, all control go, all inhibits dissolved by the rough fucking that Almsbury had dished out.
Finally it was over. Almsbury took a deep breath and pulled himself out. I felt a sense of loss and emptiness where his cock had filled me. I wanted more. What had started as a punishment was now a pleasure I craved.
And he knew it. He was smiling down at me, a smug expression on his handsome face. “Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, my dear.”
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