ABBARATH

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    Then it’s up. Down. Up. Down. Back. Forth. Upstroke. Downstroke.
    The pressure of his glans on my most sensitive zones increases. My juices are flowing and trickling out, wetting his hard flesh as he continues his merciless teasing of my clit. I moan again and undulate my hips to meet his stroking rhythm.
    The sensations blossoming in my clit are exquisite. They threaten to bring me to the brink of orgasm.
    “That’s it. Good girl.”
    Upstroke. Downstroke.
    The pleasure in my clit swings like a metronome, sending me more and more into my climactic fever. I moan and moan again.
    “Ohhhh, don’t stop.”
    “Only if you say ‘please’,” he teases.
    “Please.”
    “Please what?”
    “Please fuck me.”
    “Only when I’m ready.”
    For my reward, he dips his mushroom head into my soaking vulva. Only the tip of it enters, enough to tease me into making an explosive, unintelligible sound. The cock immediately withdraws. I utter an “Uhhh” as the vacuum of its absence sends the bottom segment of my vaginal tunnel collapsing.
    Up goes the maddening cock to the crest of my screaming clitoris. And down it goes again. Not only does he further intensify his pressure on me, but his frequency amplifies as well. I’m finding it hard to maintain my doggy-style position as my fingers claw at the bed sheets.
    I squirm. I writhe. I rotate my ass. But the leash upon my collar is taut and it keeps my head pulled up, if nothing else.
    Finally, he slides his entire cock into my pussy.
    I squeal with the sudden flood of expansible pleasure.
    And out it goes again, as if it only meant to dip a toe into my voluminously pouring waters.
    “I only wanted some natural lubrication,” he tells me.
    I open my mouth to remark on this, but he penetrates my quivering anus so suddenly that all I can do is drop my jaw in surprise.
    “Ohhhhhh.” A gurgle forms in my throat.
    His invasion of my rectum is swift and merciless. He allows his rod to fully stretch me, testing me for size and depth. My rectal walls close in on his broad tool – so hard and long and tubular.
    “Does that feel good, bitch?”
    “Yes,” I whimper.
    His hand goes to my collar and tugs at the leash.
    “You be a good bitch and keep still.”
    Pinioned and impaled like this, I don’t think I have a choice. My breath is coming out in short pants.
    He begins to work his cock into my ass. His movements are rough and discordant, with no regard for my tender flesh or wellbeing. Tears come into my eyes. The pain is raw, and yet exquisite – a melding of torture and pleasure that has become the hallmark of my enjoyment as a sub. His cock slides in and out. The ‘natural’ lubrication he received from dipping his meat into my pussy has been rubbed off now. My own pre-cum smears the heated walls of my rectum, and I can feel my G-spot being pummeled from the other side – like a knock on a door.
    He is so jerky and heavy that my buttocks can’t help but be thumped and pushed forward by his pounding. My knees begin to slide on the bed, gathering bunches of sheet as he pounds me forth. The slap-slap-slap of his testicles on my ass drives home his purpose. His cock thrusts into me as deep as it can go, and then withdraws to begin the nailing all over again.
    As he fucks my ass, his hands roam all over my lower body.
    He spoons my flat stomach and runs his hands down my mons, stopping short of rubbing the top of my clitoris again. He’s increasing his speed. Getting ready to climax inside me. The ragged friction is intense. I pant as the heat in my rectum escalates. I can almost imagine the smoke coming out of my asshole.
    The door swings open just as he explodes with a shout and shoots his load into me.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” comes a familiar screech.
    Uh oh. Coitus interruptus.
    The semen continues to gush into me like water from high pressure hose. I savor the heat and frothiness of it even as my chest quails at the singular presence which barges

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