tradition (closed for Doog_kuron)

Lucy whimpers: please stop...then...*eyes widening as he touches her,gasps as he lightly caress her pussy: oh god...please...cant...*shaking her head as she was getting wetter* ohhh god...i cant...please...no more...*trembling as he expose her breast, cries out as he squeeze her swollen nipple. Screams as he plays with her nipples...squirming under him as she was getting soo wet, her inner thigh soaking wet: please...noooo more...i'lll cum
 
He felt her body tremble, but no longer from pain but pure pleasure. Her begging was no longer one of pain but of pleasure. He smiled in spite of himself. "You will not cum till I command you slave." he uttered in a serious tone, though his smirk spoke otherwise.

He continued to pull and twist at her hard nipples, gauging her reaction carefully. When it seemed as though she was about to lose control he would reduce the stimulation. Every time is gentle strokes and rubs on her swollen pussy would see her cum he would give pussy a quick slap. Then always returning to stroking, rubbing, teasing. Driving her insane but never giving her enough stimulation to cum.

Her juices were flowing freely now, coating her pussy and even dripping down her thighs. Even the slightest caress was making her shudder. He let the tip of his finger sink in only slightly, bathing him pure hot wetness. She bucked violently as she had a slight sense of relief but no where near enough. She needed to be filled, to be fucked hard and fast. Instead he just kept teasing, driving her to the edge of a powerful orgasm. But his command, his will alone stopping her from cumming.
 
Lucy was going mad as she squirm against him, soon she found herself trying to ride his finger to get relief: oooooohhhhhhhh god....pleeeaassseeee...i'm gonna cum soon..*whimpers as she was so wet, rubbing against desperately as she as so much need of relief. She was panting a she was covering his hinger with her juice; ... please...i need tooo...i beg you...i be a good wife i swear!! please i need to cum!
 
Her whole body was quivering with a pent up need to cum and cum hard. A light sheen of sweat was covering her body and her nipples stuck out proudly, hard as bullets. Her pussy was drenched, the tip of his teasing finger effortlessly sliding into her. Each time she tried to impale herself of his probing finger he would pull back, eliciting a sigh of frustration. She began begging. Desperate to feel her pussy being filled and finally cumming. Her pleading became more desperate, urgency evident in her tone. Even as he continued to torment her nipples and caress her breasts.

"There's a good slave." satisfaction evident in his voice.

He let a single finger slide knuckle deep into her wet core. An audible cry of both ecstasy and relief came from her she felt him enter her. Immediately her hips began to rock, desperate to increase the sensation.

"No." he ordered. She stopped. "You will not move." he warned. The tone was enough to stop her motion, even though her body was begging for more.

He continued to let his single finger slide in and out of her now gaping pussy. Luxurious, long and slow penetration as he began to finger fuck her. Her orgasm was approaching but it was a slow approach. "Don't move." he whispered. He refused to go faster. He kept the same agonizing pace, over and over his finger slipped and out of her. All sense of reason, thought and time were gone. Just the growing head in her body and the intense pleasure of that single digit.

Finally, when she thought all sanity would be destroyed she came. More powerful, more intense than anything she had felt before. She felt the sudden rush of her own cum gush over that fucking digit, her entire body spasm as she lost complete control.
 
Lucy mas going mad as she try ride his cock,squirming needing to get off.crying out as he finger her,whimpers as he gave his command: please...i cant hold it...*bites her lower teeth, her toes curling, she hated how much he made her crave him. Sobbing as her order not to move but soon she end up failing and cumming harder then : i'm sorry...please dont punish me please.
 
She slumped against using his strong form as support, her chest heaving as she tried to recover. Even after she finally lost control, gushing over his thrusting digit he did not let up. His finger moving to her swollen clit and rubbing hard and fast which over served to make her cum hard. Growing too sensitive for his touch she tried to weakly push him away. Though refusing to move he stopped rubbing her clit, letting her recover just enough to repeat his ministrations on her soaked pussy. Again she couldn't stop herself from cumming. The world about her a blur as she felt that finger rub and slide against her slippery pussy, stroking her clit again and again. Finally he stopped.

She shook uncontrollably, her mouth dry, her pussy drenched. Even her legs glistened from her arousal, her face flushed. He let his lips linger on her exposed neck, her body still sensitive and on fire felt every tiny caress of his soft lips.
 
Luc lay under him almost convulsing each time as she came for him.She pleaded as she was a wet mess under him, a huge puddle of cum beginning to builld under her: oh god...stop....please...can't....aaahhh...*screams as she came again, sensitive to his touch. She could only shake her head repetitively as her body shook always on edge to cum for her husband*
 
Exhausted and panting he finally released her, her knuckles white from having gripped the side for so long,riding out one intense orgasm after the other. She couldn't take any more, she turned her head to gaze at him, a far off expression In her eyes. He placed the finger that had driven her from one crashing orgasm to another and placed it at her lips, she offered no resistance and willingly accepted the digit into her mouth, lightly sucking. All the while he caressed her hair. "There's a good slave." He soothed.

Plucking the finger from her warm, moist mouth he turned and heading to the door, glancing back to shoot her an approving smile. He ascended the fine oak staircase, his hand sliding along the veneered hand rail, enjoying the soothing cool sensation of the wood. Reaching the top he moved quickly down the hallway and once more entered the master bedroom. The sheets were still a dishevelled mess. A flash of a memory stirred as he recalled only a matter of hours earlier she had been jumping up and down on it, defiant rebellious. Her transformation had been rapid, she was now submissive, given her will over to him. That thought alone sent a surge of blood to his cock.

He opened one of the dressers close buy, quickly locating what he sought. A large phallic shaped object covered in a smooth plastic sheath. A button lay at the base, he pushed it. The object began to hum, the tip twisting and turning, tracing an imaginary pattern In The air. Her lessons had only just begun he mused.
 
Lucy collapse on the bed unable to move much except turn on her stomach. She tried to speak but her throat was painfully sore. She whimpered as he walk away, as she was so painfully sore, still with the taste of her own sweet honey in er mouth. She couldn't even sit up as he asshole felt so raw, the memory of his cock pounded in her ass brought tears to her eye. She didn't want to experience something like that again, since he was no enormous but doubt it be her last. Her body trembling all over at the idea she was married to such a man. This was not the type of life she wanted for herself. She wanted to run away but her body was painfully sore.

She tense up as she heard her husband return in their bedroom, bite her lower lip from restraining herself from screaming for help. She couldn't stop shaking as she heard the vibrator. She summon the strength to look behind her, to see the toy in her husband hands. Pales as she realize he was far from done with her. Shaking her head as she watch him approach in tears, whispers: please...no more...
 
"Sssh" he soothed. "Be a good girl for your master." He offered kindly. Tired and weak she could offer little but a terrified expression. Her pleas for no more were bitter and desperate. He activated the vibrator, an audible hum began that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. "There's a good slave." With evident affection.

He let the tip press against her soft skin, teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He began to massage her with it, kneading and stroking with the tip, letting the vibrations pass through her young body. He was tempted to let the toy slip into her sore ass but instead let the tip tease her ass, her body tensing at the expectation of being filled. Instead he let slide onto her exposed pussy. With a grin of evident satisfaction he let the entire length of it press against her young little pussy, not moving it but instead letting the vibrations do their work.
 
Lucy squirm and whimpered under him to weak to resist. Blushed as the vibration send shivers up her spine, whimpering as she knew he was not done, her pussy tense up only to gasps as she slip it in her pussy. Cries out as as she felt it slide in her body, squirming as she instantly became wet for him
 
He watched her face, carefully observing the emotions that washed over her features. The look of fear, apprehension and despair replaced with something more primitive, lust, need, a hunger. Her body tensing up at the unwanted attention soon giving way to pleasure and need. He let the humming shaft pulse through her pussy, watching her lips expand and grow engorged with arousal.

He noticed her hips rock slightly, only very slightly as she tried to increase the stimulation. He let the tip gently vibrate at her sensitive entrance, letting the slowly penetrate her, just an inch. Sliding it back and forth and not letting her try to impale herself on the shaft. Groans of frustration began to surface from her strained voice. She gave a heavy sigh of relief as he slid the entire length inside her. It slipped easily inside her pussy, she was soaked. He gave a few long, luxurious strokes inside her pussy, taking his time to get her body into overdrive, her juices freely flowing now.
 
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