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I nip his shoulder before dropping myself down onto his cock. He's big, and I'm always very tight in vertical positions. It takes two thrusts of my hips before he is totally inside me. Impaled, I rock my hips gently back and forth, feeling him force flesh and skin out with his size. I can only moan and lean into him, feeling that any movement will cause his massive cock to rip right through me.
 
Jack gives a groan as his large cock is completely surrounded by wet flesh.

Both of his balls give a little jump, and he feels pressure and pleasure ooze through his cock slowly towards the very tip. Buried where it is. He places his hands on your hips, slim as they are, and careful not to push his thumb into the broken ribs or anywhere near them. It's not that he wants to control you. It's just that he doesn't want it to stop.

"More," He breaths, as he arches his hips to aid his body in driving deeper inside you.
 
I grin as he finally begins to thrust back. Leaning hard into him hard, I slowly push him over backwards until he's actually lying on the bed. I place a hand on either side of his handsome head and slowly slide myself up and down him, feeling him rub against me. Fucking a real person always feels so much better than just playing with a toy.
I drop my head and kiss him, before nipping his lower lip. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough pressure to make his lip ache ever so slightly.
I wonder what toys are available on this floor.....
 
This floor is about fun and adding to foreplay. So any toy imaginable for those two purposes is available. Whips, cuffs, and more leather imbued items do not belong here. Dildo's, colorful ropes, body-paints, vibrators, feather brushes, and those sorts of things are here.

Jack is having fun. Enjoying the ride as he looks up into your beautiful bright eyes.

The bite, however, gives him the glimmer. He runs his tongue along where you bit him.

"Hungry?" Licking his lips, "I'm delicious!" He states boldly, while raising an eyebrow.
 
I grin and decide to see just how delicious he is.
Pulling myself off his cock, I slide slowly down his body, my nipples brushing his skin as I make my way down until his dick is level with my mouth.
I lick my fluids off him before slipping his head into my mouth, playing with it, teasing him. Slowly, I begin to take him deeper, rubbing the length of his shaft with my tounge.
 
Jack squirms a little bit. Aiding himself to sit upwards and see what you're doing. Once he catches a glimpse he grins and rests himself on both elbows. Slowly his head tilts back and a look of pleasure washes over his entire face. He concentrates fully on what is happening between his legs. Lost there in eroticism. His breathing slows but becomes deeper as he enjoys the pleasure you are providing.
 
I cant help but notice him relaxing. I was trained to have a minimal gag reflex, someting I take advantage of now. Slowly, I take him deeper and deeper into my throat, rubbing his sensitive tip against the rough surface of my hard palate. Sucking in my cheeks, I do a special trick of mine, wrapping my entire tounge around his cock and tensing it. That, combined with the suction and stimulatioon from the roof of my mouth apparently feels incredible. I tickle the underside of his cock with the tip of my tounge, wondering if he's sensitive enough to notice its little notch, where I used to have a stud before it was.. removed.
 
Jack gives a slight groan as he feels his cock sink into your throat. Just like me, he too loves deep throating, of course unlike me he enjoys it solely for the pleasure. I like watching you stop breathing. He wants you to just keep on going. Giving slight, gentle, encouraging little thrusts of his hips that not only push more of his dick into your throat, but also deposit tiny bursts of pre-cum from the tip of his dick.

"Fuck," He breaths, as the oddly talented tongue takes him deeper into the hole of pleasure.
 
He's liking this... really liking it. Encouraged by his tiny thrusts and gasped word, I slide my head even farther down, working my tounge in slow, rythmic contractions. I push his cock past the tiny ring in my uvula and contract my throat, pressing the little glass bead into his tender flesh. I got it just for this purpose, specially made to be able to spin on its horizontal axis. Pushing deeper still, I develop a rythmn of thrusting, contractions and sucking, my throat visibly rippling from the outside as I take him as deep as I can. I'm surprised that he hasnt grabbed my head and pounded his way in. Surprised but pleased. Most men dont have this kind of control.
 
Jack's balls are beginning to swell and contract. Oozing more and more of his pre-cum out into your throat. He's stretching your throat, so it's easy for him to feel every ridge and piece of flesh wrapping around his massive tool. He groans, and gives another little shove. It's not control of himself that keeps him from reaching though, it's simply lack of desire, you see he doesn't get... Fired up? Unless there is fire to play with. He does reach down to brush hair away from your face however, enjoying the look of hunger that you are expressing, and being able to see your eyes as you pleasure him.
 
I'm surprised to feel him combing my hair out of my face. Most people who know me know that I hate it when my hair touches my face. I moan a thanks to him, knowing full well how it makes my throat vibrate around him, as well as giving him the momentary sensation of heat. I keep on sucking and bobbing, knowing his release isnt far away. Perhaps once he's spent this load he'll tell me the secret I came here for.
 
Jack shivers, his balls tighten, and his stomach tenses. But then the sweet sensation passes and he relaxes, having only deposited a slightly larger drop of pre-cum deep down your throat. There is something he need... Wants... And desires that most men like myself cannot, or should not admit to. Still, he is close. He breathes the following:

"You are good..." He admits, "But it's not enough..." He doesn't add yet, because he is not sure if it's not enough for him, in which case yet would be there. Or not enough for me, because this alone would not be enough.
 
I pull my lips off him with a pop. "Not enough" are words I am NOT used to hearing while sucking off a man.
Crawling back up his body until I'm level with him again, I whisper "What do you want, then?"
I reach down with one hand and stroke his erection, keeping him hard. I fhtere's one hting I hate sucking, it's a limp cock.
 
Jack smiles, and reaches up for your hand. He curls your fingers and places them on his shoulder.

Then he guides your hips above his cock, and pressed down on your lower back. Fucking you onto his cock, then, he drags your finger nails slowly across his shoulder. The long red lines that appear, send shivers through his body, "Harder." He demands, as he pushes your ass down harder and faster on his cock.
 
I was prepared to swallow, but fucking him like this is just fine too. Grinning, I drop my weight down onto him, shoving his cock up me brutally fast. If he wants it hard, he can have it hard. I grab a chunk of skin with my teeth and force my hips down onto his, yanking on the skin as I thrust in. Grinning through my mouthful I pound him like I'm usually pounded, and I return the favor he did me, raking my nails hard across his other shoulder.
Hopefully he'll be able to find a shirt to cover the marks.
 
It takes a few moments, but then Jack tenses as one of your nails touches one particular nerve or another. He tenses, thrusting his hips upwards and against you. Pushing his dick deep inside of your womb as pleasure consumes him and his balls finally tighten completely. Forcing wave after wave of cum out of cock and into your cunt.

He breaths deeply, in bursts, as he fills you up. A strange fatalist glint coming to his eyes.

But it fades, just as his orgasm does slowly, and he pulls you down for a sweet kiss.

"You're very good..." He breaths against the side of your sweaty neck, before licking it gingerly, "Now... Tell me again, what was I supposed to tell you?"
 
I grin as he comes, wondering only breifly at the odd gleam in his eyes.
Its always interesting to see what happens to a man after he comes. Some are more alert from it, some start to wax poetic, some just want to sleep.
This one licks me .
"Now... Tell me again, what was I supposed to tell you?"
" All about your "Other Half", remember?"
I smile and look into his eyes, waiting for a reply.
 
I frown and give his sides a little squeeze to make sure he's awake. I'm a pretty good bed partner, but I'm not THAT good. Not enough to send someone into a coma.
"Well? Are you going to tell me or not? We did have a deal."
I keep moving, tensing my legs and sliding my body against his. Already I can feel my body coming down from its post-orgasmic high. I have to keep moving or I'll get stiff, which is never fun. I turn back to pressing the man beneath me for information.
 
I walk into the club and stroll up to the bar. A bottle of whiskey catches my eye and I grab myself a glass. Upon opening the bottle the burning smell of alcohol reached my nose and I smiled. The amber liquid poured like oil and as soon as the glass was full I brought it to my lips. The burning of the whiskey felt good as it went down. I continued to stroll through the club's levels I found one sight that drew my eye. A woman on top of a man who seemed to be out cold. I watched with a quiet chuckle for a moment or two before speaking up. "Too much for him were you?" I said with a smirk.
 
I walk into the club and stroll up to the bar. A bottle of whiskey catches my eye and I grab myself a glass. Upon opening the bottle the burning smell of alcohol reached my nose and I smiled. The amber liquid poured like oil and as soon as the glass was full I brought it to my lips. The burning of the whiskey felt good as it went down. I continued to stroll through the club's levels I found one sight that drew my eye. A woman on top of a man who seemed to be out cold. I watched with a quiet chuckle for a moment or two before speaking up. "Too much for him were you?" I said with a smirk.
I look up, startled by the voice.
"Too much for him were you?"
This night just keeps getting weirder.... And I'm bored now anyways. I slide off the sleeping man and pick my dress up from the floor, not without a sharp pang from my broken ribs. In this light, my skin glows a pale white, the numerous bruises showing easily like smudges of dried blood. I step into the dress, clipping the halter top in place behind my neck, giving my collar a little shake as I take my hands down. This man obviously knows what he's doing.
" I think so, Sir."
I keep my head tipped meekly down, but I look him over, then make eye contact. Offering a shy smile, I ask his name. I hope he doesnt think I'm too bold.
 
I look up, startled by the voice.
"Too much for him were you?"
This night just keeps getting weirder.... And I'm bored now anyways. I slide off the sleeping man and pick my dress up from the floor, not without a sharp pang from my broken ribs. In this light, my skin glows a pale white, the numerous bruises showing easily like smudges of dried blood. I step into the dress, clipping the halter top in place behind my neck, giving my collar a little shake as I take my hands down. This man obviously knows what he's doing.
" I think so, Sir."
I keep my head tipped meekly down, but I look him over, then make eye contact. Offering a shy smile, I ask his name. I hope he doesnt think I'm too bold.

I laughed loudly at her acknowledgment of her previous master's inability to handle his women. When the woman asked me my name I was intrigued her bold attitude. Perhaps she would be fun to break. As I stepped out of the shadows and into the light my large stature became quite obvious, and my messy blond hair was highlighted by the angle of the lights. The scar on my right cheek was my most apparent feature as I approached the woman. "The name is Darius." I say quietly. "You look like you still have some life left in you. Why don't we adjourn to a more private location and get to know each other." I suggested with a slightly dark tone hidden in my voice.
 
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I laughed loudly at her acknowledgment of her previous master's inability to handle his women. When the woman asked me my name I was intrigued her bold attitude. Perhaps she would be fun to break. As I stepped out of the shadows and into the light my large stature became quite obvious, and my messy blond hair was highlighted by the angle of the lights. The scar on my right cheek was my most apparent feature as I approached the woman. "The name is Darius." I say quietly. "You look like you still have some life left in you. Why don't we adjourn to a more private location and get to know each other." I suggested with a slightly dark tone hidden in my voice.
I jump at his laughter, being used to the relative quiet of the secluded bubblepod. He stepped out of the shadows. A surprissingly large man, with what looked like a duelling scar running down one cheek. All my insticts tell me this is not a man to be trifled with. I drop my head, staring at the floor.
"You look like you still have some life left in you. Why don't we adjourn to a more private location and get to know each other."
I nod, meekly. The undertone hidden in his voice is not lost on me. I've learned my lesson for tonight.
" If you wish, Sir".
I take a few steps closer to him, ready to follow him out the door. I hope he's noticed the bandage on my ribs, and has at least some mercy on my poor battered body.
 
I jump at his laughter, being used to the relative quiet of the secluded bubblepod. He stepped out of the shadows. A surprissingly large man, with what looked like a duelling scar running down one cheek. All my insticts tell me this is not a man to be trifled with. I drop my head, staring at the floor.
"You look like you still have some life left in you. Why don't we adjourn to a more private location and get to know each other."
I nod, meekly. The undertone hidden in his voice is not lost on me. I've learned my lesson for tonight.
" If you wish, Sir".
I take a few steps closer to him, ready to follow him out the door. I hope he's noticed the bandage on my ribs, and has at least some mercy on my poor battered body.

I slowly walk towards the stairs. After climbing to the fifth floor I gesture for the woman to lie down on a long triangular object. It was reminiscent of the cement barriers used on highways but taller. There were four steel pins that could be used as anchor points protruding from the bottom of the structure. "Belly down." I command as I gesture for one of the ushers to bring me a length of rope. I was eager to get the night started and tying you down to this object would make a good start.
 
I slowly walk towards the stairs. After climbing to the fifth floor I gesture for the woman to lie down on a long triangular object. It was reminiscent of the cement barriers used on highways but taller. There were four steel pins that could be used as anchor points protruding from the bottom of the structure. "Belly down." I command as I gesture for one of the ushers to bring me a length of rope. I was eager to get the night started and tying you down to this object would make a good start.
After unclipping and removing my dress, I obey him. The padded leather surface of the bench is cool to the touch.
I understand without being told what he intends to do to me, and place each wrist and ankle a few inches away from the tie points. Flicking my hair out of the way, I watch him tie me down. He's quite handsome, I decide. Except for that scar. Wonder how he ended up with that.
I decide not to fight.
 
After unclipping and removing my dress, I obey him. The padded leather surface of the bench is cool to the touch.
I understand without being told what he intends to do to me, and place each wrist and ankle a few inches away from the tie points. Flicking my hair out of the way, I watch him tie me down. He's quite handsome, I decide. Except for that scar. Wonder how he ended up with that.
I decide not to fight.
Noticing the bandages on your ribs I smirk. An obvious previously existing injury, and the perfect opportunity to inflict pain and suffering on my newest slave. As I tied her to the object I took deliberate care to press lightly on the injury and observed her reaction. "Now there's something you are going to have to learn. You are a whore, and your purpose in life is to please me. Do you understand me slut?" I ask coldly. To emphasis this new fact in your life I suddenly apply more pressure to your injured ribs.
 
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