“Fuck,” he grunted and ripped his cock out of my cunt. Cum spurted onto my ass. “That’s all you’re good for, slut. To have cum splattered on your ass.”
“Yes, Sir,” I panted, trembling, so close to cumming and yet denied my release.
The jizz dripped down my burning ass. A final squirt landed on my lower back and ran into my crack. I squirmed, feeling so dirty and humiliated. Which only made my pussy ache more. I was so close to cumming.
I wanted his cock in me. Or anyone else’s dick.
But Daddy was ready to play again. He smacked my ass with the acrylic rod. Unlike the flog, which made thudding impacts, this stringed. Badly. I gasped loudly, rising on my tip toes against the pain.
Crack!
The stinging pain shot through me. Tears beaded my eyes and a loud scream escaped my lips. Daddy smacked me fast, slapping the rod over and over. Each one leaving a burning welt and needle-like pain.
“Hear her yelps? So fucking hot.”
“Look at that ass dance.”
The pain was intense. The flog’s thudding smacks had relaxed me, but the rod heightened my senses. My heart thudded. I squirmed, fearing the next fall of the rod and yet craving the stinging pleasure and rush of endorphins. It was amazing how the pain could become pleasure and carry me higher and higher. My pussy, still on the verge of cumming, clenched.
Smack!
“Daddy!” I hollered. “That hurts, Daddy.”
“Good.”
Crack!
“Oh, Daddy, please, please. It hurts. It hurts.”
Crack!
I gasped and moaned, singing out the pain, squirming. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t try to keep it inside of me. It hurt too much to tough through it. And as I screamed, as I tossed back my head, I knew I could stop it at any moment.
But I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted Daddy to hurt me. It made us both so happy. My braid slipped over my shoulder and fell down my back again as he played my ass like a drum, smacking the acrylic rod over and over into me.
I hurt everywhere on my ass. It stung so badly. My head swam as rushed into subspace. I swayed in the restraints, the world falling away until there was only the rod smacking my cum-stained ass, driving me wild.
And then the rod stopped and something thrust into me. A cock. Someone fucked me hard, driving a long dick deep into my pussy. I groaned, my ass exploding with pain each time the annonymous Master buried his cock into me.
“Fucking slut,” he snarled. “You love it.”
“I do,” I moaned, my head swaying as the pleasure slammed into my mind. “I’m so glad you’re using my cunt to please your cock.”
“It’s all it’s good for.”
I came.
Those humiliating words sent me over the edge. I bucked and shuddered in his embrace, my pussy spasming about his cock. The world spun about me. Stars danced before my eyes as I spasmed about his thrusting cock. I gasped and sang out my passion. So good. So much pleasure and pain. All of it surging through me.
And the cock kept fucking me. Time had lost all meaning. There was only the sensations my helpless body drank in. He pushed me against the cross as he pounded me, grunting into my ear, using my eighteen-year-old cunt to pleasure his dick.
And then he pulled out of me and more cum spurted onto my ass and back. Hot lines that seemed to burn my flesh as I swayed. My shoulders ached. I pulled on the cuffs, wanting to break free and collapse on the floor.
Swish! Crack!
I screamed. The wooden panel with all the holes smacked into my ass hard. I felt my butt-cheek suck into all the holes as it pulled away with a small pop. I swayed, the pain surging through me. My head tossed.
Daddy stood behind me, cum staining the front of the paddle where it hit me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Spank me. Other men fucked me, Daddy. And I came. I was so bad.”
He grinned at me and the paddle swished. Cracked.
I screamed.
The chains rattled over my head. I bucked and convulsed, the pain sending burning waves through me. The thudding impact was intense. Each one brought a momentary sharp awareness to my body. I felt everything, my burning back and shoulders, all the welts on my ass smacked by the paddle, and the swaths of flesh aching from its fall.
Swish! Crack!
“Daddy, yes!” I moaned, lost to the pain and pleasure. It was all the same to me.
In the background, I heard other women moan and gasped, being fucked as their master’s watched me being spanked. I inspired such lust in them. I tried to look, but the world spun. It was too much and–
Swish! Crack!
I screamed and thrashed. Another punishmentgasm surged through me. Juices flooded hot down my thighs. I tried to rip myself free of my restraints as the pleasure gripped me. I groaned, aching for more.
“Yes, yes, keep punishing me, Daddy.”
But no more fell.
“Daddy, I need it,” I whined.
“I’ll harm you,” he whispered. “Draw blood.”
“I don’t care, Daddy. Punish me.”
He kissed me hard over my shoulder. His arms reached up as our tongues met, loosening my manacles. I swayed into his chest as my arms fell limp, my shoulders aching, my muscles burning. Daddy broke the kiss, holding me steady as he bent down to undo the cuffs around my ankles.
I would have fallen if he didn’t hold me. He set me down onto a gym mat spread out before it. The world spun above me. The men gathered, their dicks hard. Some jerked their own cock while others had their slaves doing it.
“What a sexy morsel,” the Black Master said. “I love young, White-girl ass.”
“Enjoy her,” Daddy said. “The slut’s ready to be used. She wants more.”
“I do,” I moaned. “Use my ass to satiate your cock, Sir.” I stared at that ebony shaft, stroked by his young slave. Her ivory hand could hardly wrap around it.
“Lube me, slut,” he growled.
His young slave fetched lube as the man rolled me over with his foot onto my belly, my burning ass exposed. I trembled, my heart racing, still drifting through sensations. The slave returned, her small hands rubbing his thick cock with lube.
And then he was on me. He was a huge man. I felt like a doll beneath him. His cock smacked into my ass. I gasped at the surge of pain shooting through me. I shuddered, my nipples rasping against the gym mat, my sweaty body sticking to it.
He thrust into my asshole.
“Daddy!” I gasped, my back arching.
He was huge. He stretched me out with his cock’s girth. He was bigger than Daddy. I gasped and squirmed as he pounded me. He reamed me so hard. I clenched down on his dick. My bowels burned and then his groin smacked into my bruised, beaten, welt ass.
I screamed again, squeezing even hard on his dick as I thrashed beneath him. It was wonderful. My mind bathed in the duel sensations of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Maybe it was pleasure burning across my ass and agony churned by his dick thrusting deep into my bowels.
“Oh, that’s it, little slut,” he growled, his heavy balls smacking into my taint. “Take it, you little whore. You love it. Say it. Say how much you love my big, Black dick in your ass.”
“I love it,” I moaned. “I love your big, Black dick, Sir. You’re stretching my ass out. Yes, yes, thank you for using my ass, Sir. Thank you so much. Keep reaming it. Keep ramming into me. Pound me. Fuck me. Make me explode. Yes, yes, yes.”
“Ooh, Mark, what a hot slut you raised. So tight. So eager to please.”
“She’s such a good girl,” Daddy groaned while he fucked his cock into the eighteen-year-old sex slave of the Black man fucking my mouth.
His words shuddered through me and another orgasm wracked my body. I thrashed, my bowels clenching on his thick cock. The world spun about me, surrounded by men jerking their dicks or fucking their slaves.
Daddy groaned and grunted, pounding the slut’s mouth, his balls smacking into her chin. I stared at her, tiny breasts topped by pink nipples, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eager to please my daddy as much as I was to please her Master.
I bucked into his thrusts, grunting at the flare of pain. “Keep fucking my ass, sir. I want you to cum. I want you to be satiated by my body.”
“I will be, slut,” he growled as he plowed into me. “Oh, yes. You’re going to feel Papa Bear’s jizz painting your ass.”