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A few days had passed since my wife told me about Paula breaking up with her boyfriend. I couldn't think of anything else and it cost me to concentrate on my tasks, simply floating in a cloud of eroticism that wouldn't let me see anything more. Paula had told me she wanted it to happen again, but hadn't done anything to arrange a meeting. Despite this, I found out she broke up with her 'boyfriend', which made me very happy. Although the thing wasn't going too seriously from first hand, according to my wife's words. More than one morning I masturbated thinking about when she arrived and attacked me sexually like the first time. I desired her, but there was another question that held me back. She left the boyfriend, previously telling me she wanted it to happen again. What if my sister-in-law was getting hooked on me? That could only end one way, very badly. With divorce and family rupture at the door. Like to support that fear, I was talking with a work colleague, with whom we have a very intimate relationship but without reaching sexual attraction, although if we delve into intimate topics.
-Do you know how many times I promised myself that nothing would happen with 'that' guy? That it was just sex, that I wouldn't feel anything. No matter what you plan, you'll end up hooking up with him anyway.
My lover, my thread, my fuck. Already when saying 'my something' we are being possessive, that's why my partner explained how it always started to feel something more, first by jealousy or fear of losing that pleasure. Then by habit. Although she also assured that most of those relationships do not prosper.
I tried to forget everything and let only the desire remain with Paula. During all that time, I told my story, at least the first part, and wrote that second one they've already read, I suppose. I got into several internet sites, searching for something, I don't know what. A month passed. I should clarify to whoever is reading this that my wife and I don't have bad intimacy, quite the opposite. She's a bit tight, almost as if she sometimes claims to have become half a virgin due to illogical reasons, even though we haven't done it in several days. It hurts her a little from the brusqueness and that's why we don't do it strongly at first. With Vero we fantasize and act out. We have sex every week, with or without fantasies. That depends on our mood and what we feel like. It's not lack of passion, it's just that this happened and now I don't want to let it go. Without going any further, two Sundays ago my wife woke me up by sucking me off. Then we finished doing it with the same old passion. It's not lack of love for my wife, but something more is inside me. Before it becomes an obsession, I'd like to cut it short. But Paula is much wilder, she doesn't have problems making it strong or violent. At least the times I ended up furiously inside her, I didn't hold back and she didn't complain at all. Veronica suffers losses the next day if we do it strongly or if I put it in very deeply. Depending on the position, she feels it more than others. With my sister-in-law I had three positions and seemed to enjoy them all a lot. A few days ago we ran into each other at a family barbecue at her house in the capital's metropolitan area. I couldn't talk to her alone, and Paula didn't look for it either. But our gazes crossed several times and I could notice that there was something owed between us. An overdue chat.
As I said, a month went by, that barbecue, many mental torments and several family news, such as the breakup with the boyfriend. Vero was going to spend some days at my in-laws', who live a few kilometers away, taking advantage of some free days she had at work. I couldn't do it, despite usually accompanying her. Just that week would be very busy. She left on Thursday (yesterday when I'm writing this) and returns Sunday night-late. While working on Friday, I received a call from Paula, barely recognizing the cell phone number, I trembled. I suspected what was coming.
-Hello. She told me that.
-Hello, Paula. What did you need? - making myself indifferent.
I want to see you. We have to be discreet. I don't want to hurt my sister. Despite what they annoy me about her attitudes and the tantrums she throws sometimes.
I didn't know exactly what she was referring to, but I accepted my own theory about typical sisterly quarrels. Her characters are quite different and that's why they often clash. My sister-in-law is a very demanding cutie, almost to the point of being very capricious. This could have worked against me. That's why it's necessary to be extra careful and tread carefully.
I haven't been able to control my anxiety since I cut off the phone, everything will be defined tonight. By its tone, I can't clarify if it wants to continue with this infidelity or just talk, on the verge of not going forward. I don't know which option makes me shudder more. It has affected my concentration, due to doubts, I bought a good wine, ordered the house. I'm prepared for anything.
That Sunday at noon, it was illogical for someone to lower the blinds and run the curtains with the summer heat. But I dedicated myself to doing that, I had to darken the department, my home. Paula was tied up and gagged, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fantasy was practicing bondage, which her sister had told her. In part, I was annoyed that my wife was telling those intimate things but nothing more could be done except take advantage of the situation. My sister-in-law was curious to know what it felt like to be tied up and submissive. Although I initially refused, the temptation to fulfill the fantasy could more. I told her I only did it with someone who had absolute confidence in me, that I knew nothing I said was serious. She could take my insults personally, having her manacled. My method of bondage is that the one being restrained gives up control completely, so there must be a very strong trust for this game not to harm the real relationship. Maybe it's not what many understand as this type of practice, but it's my particular and personal way of doing it. I did it with the women I was with and we've been doing it like that since the beginning. Being married and having a longer sexual relationship makes it much easier to create this trust. With my sister-in-law Paula it was more complicated, as the two previous occasions were not great experiences. But now or never, according to what she had promised, that was our weekend. After that, never again. I warned her once initiated the role-playing game, there was no going back. No regrets, I wasn't going to stop until I came in her pussy. That was the end. I left a porn movie on the DVD player in the bedroom, one where Judith Fox is screwed by two guys. The scene starts quietly but ends with the porn star gagging like asphyxiated. My sister-in-law would listen and I wouldn't get close to her. She was staying quiet and calling me, but I wasn't responding. She wanted to get up and I pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her reclined.
-Stay there quietly.
She didn't respond and remained there, scared by the disorientation of falling and not seeing where it was happening. Although she well knew she was near the bed. The movie continued, getting louder and harder. Paula didn't understand why the background sound. The porn wasn't just putting her in an atmosphere and confusing her, it also covered up the sound of my movements in the room. She felt some noises and moved on her spot. Her feet were together at the ankles, her hands behind her back with handcuffs. In her eyes was one of those sleep masks like they use on airplanes. A mask she had bought a long time ago, complaining that when sleeping at our house too much light came in. Ironically used in this occasion.
I went to the bedside table and opened the drawer, which startled her. There I kept the vibrating ring. It's a rubber ring with an apparatus that vibrates like an egg with a cable giving it power. The ring connects to the device and generates vibration or can be used alone. I suddenly opened her legs, surprising Paula.
-So you want to be my slut? Do you have a desire to try what it's like being my slave?
She nodded, doubtfully and silently, although she could speak well. I continued in that sadistic reprimanding tone.
-I've had better whores in my bed. Not capricious bitches like you. What you need is for someone to give you a good whipping so your whims will pass.
I then gave her a good slap on the leg, as close to the Booty as I could get, although she was sitting. She felt surprised, and her gestures showed she was scared. I rolled her over to put her on her side and look at her Booty. She wanted to protest and grabbed a handkerchief from the drawer and stuffed it in her mouth all crumpled.
-Does that bother you? Better. Here I'll get rid of all your little tantrums and the caprichitos. You're going to do what I say. Open your legs.
She denied and that's why she received another slap, this time well in the Booty and a little stronger than the previous one.
-Open your legs, I told you.-I repeated more emphatically.
She obeyed. She was giving in, following the game, something rare for my sister-in-law. Paula is the classic rebellious girl, eternal complaint of my mother-in-law. Nothing to do with the older daughter, my wife.
When opening her legs, I took her underwear and almost pulled it off along with the few hairs she had. They had grown since the last time. I passed a finger over her pubic hair, moistened beforehand in my mouth. She stirred.
-Don't you wax anymore? I like completely waxed, not with a mustache.-I said jokingly sarcastically.
She wanted to respond and pulled out a handkerchief for me to respond.
-It hurts a lot, that's why I don't do it anymore.-
I covered her mouth again with the handkerchief.
-You're weak, I'll show you what pain is.-
She complained with the gag in place, a typical mmm and nothing more. She was getting scared like me as I had transformed into this role. I put one leg in a triangle and the other reclined. I was playing with her pussy, licking very little, probing with impunity. Until her moans indicated that she was asking for cunnilingus. I licked eagerly and slowly, tracing with my tongue her entire vulva, squeezing her clitoris with my hand. Her muffled moans told me she was enjoying it a lot. At one point, I stopped and left, she protested amputated.
-Wait a bit, what are you thinking?-
I made her wait for a good while. She was already in a bad mood. I went back to giving her cunnilingus, but now I added the device. First, she didn't respond, her bad mood dominated, but when I added the device, she shuddered. The rubber made her entire pubic area vibrate and she arched like convulsed. At one point, she managed to spit out the handkerchief.
-Come on, come on already.-
-You're begging me? Do you want me to screw you?-
-Yes, give me cock.-
-I'm not going to fuck you. So don't get your hopes up.-
Lie, I had a terrible urge to fuck her, although we had already done it all weekend, I managed to renew my excitement quickly.
-Please, I want your cock.- she begged with a pitiful voice.
-Ah, yes? Do you want cock? Take cock.-
Saying this, I settled in to put it in her mouth and silence her again. She wanted to struggle but I forced her to hold still. I played as I pleased, even testing how deep inside she received it. I made her gag several times. She tried to explain that it wasn't that deep inside, but I didn't let her.
-You wanted to be my slave in bed, now you'll see how I treat sloppy whores like you.-
I expected her to not take anything seriously, but facing the prospect of being the last time didn't matter much to me. I turned around and put it back in her mouth, but as if we were doing a 69. While my tongue and the vibrator continued. When I felt myself come, I adjusted and left the vibrator on for a bit. I wasn't giving up anymore, my cock was going in and out of her mouth at my command. I guided her by the back of her head. I doubted ending it inside, but decided that as a good farewell I could give myself all the pleasure. She gagged and wanted to get away, spitting everything on me, staining even the bandage she had on.
-In the mouth no. I wanted…-
She started to say, but I interrupted her, holding her by the chin with violence.
-I do what I want, because that's why I'm the master here. If you didn't want to be treated like a slut, you shouldn't have let yourself get tied up. You understand? Slut, you do what I say. Now keep going.-
I put the cloth back in her mouth. Turned off the movie that had advanced without our attention. Secured the gag with tape so she couldn't take it out. Continued with the vibrator, this time without the rubber, while waiting for my cock to recover. I stimulated her a bit and passed my hands forward, although they were still tied up. Barely freed one hand, she tried to remove the gag. I spanked her for that. The vibrating little dick was on her pussy and I went introducing it inside hers. When I felt it vibrating in the... interior, she screamed muffled and let out a loud cry, tears streaming down her face. It was the overload of emotions, pleasure, and stimuli that was overwhelming her. She was at the limit of pleasure when it became too much and started to hurt. The moment when all sensation turned into white noise.
-I know you want this to end. But I'm not going to take it out, you'll have to do it yourself.
She looked at me surprised, not understanding.
-Go on practicing, like you're about to give birth, get it out.
I knew enough about female anatomy to understand that she could expel it by contracting the muscles of her vagina. Through the gag, I could distinguish the insults my sister-in-law was hurling at me.
-You'll have to do it, come on, do it. I want to see how you do it. I know you can.
That was cruel, I knew the girl didn't have much idea about her internal muscles, barely knew how they put it in, little would she know about using those parts of her body to maximize pleasure. These muscles, called pubocoxigeus, surround that entire pelvic area. They're the ones a man moves unconsciously when he's having sex. And women, some of them, I don't know if all of them, use them when they squeeze the penis inside their vagina. There are exercises, but you have to identify which ones. Almost certainly my sister-in-law was unaware of this and what she forced her to do was an unanesthetized learning experience. She agitated and shook herself, so I tied the chain of handcuffs on her hands to the headboard of the bed using a necktie.
-If you pull it out, I'll push it deeper in and you'll have to start all over again.
She screamed, still muffled. Sweat covered her completely. She tensed several times, gathering strength and pushing again. It was actually something different from giving birth, but she was moving the muscles of her stomach and vagina to get it out. She was giving birth, metaphorically speaking. The vibrator was distracting her, I knew. I increased the intensity when she was about to get it out and she stopped without move myself. She let out a cry and I removed the gag from her mouth.
-Please, I can't take it anymore, get me out of here. I beg you.-
-You said, you wanted this, now take it to the end.-
-I want you to hold me, I can't take it anymore.-
The fever was talking, she was completely dominated by it, she would have thrown herself out the window if someone had told her that's where that painful pleasure would end.
-If you get rid of it, I'll give you the ride of your life.-
As I said this, I looked at her intensely and up close. Paula gathered strength from God knows where and pushed as hard as she could until she finished giving birth to the device.
Exhausted and mumbling, she begged to be satisfied.
-Come on me, please, I'm done. Son of a slut, you're a son of a slut. Come on me.-
She repeated this or that until I settled on top of her and penetrated her. She felt my entrance and left a truncated scream in her mouth, her open mouth made me want to have another cock to put it in at that precise moment. I started a slow pump to see how she would react, since she must be hypersensitive by now. But soon I discovered she was hyperaroused.
-Give me hard, son of a thousand whores, give me your cock.-
I started pumping like I had a grudge and wanted to hit her from the inside with my cock. She screamed like never before, I left her, I was so hot that I didn't care who heard us. It almost seemed she was crying when she wasn't letting out loud cries of pleasure, it was almost deafening. Every now and then she repeated like a litany that she wanted more or liked it. I turned her around inside.
-Do you like my cock, babe?-
-Yes, don't take it away, give me your love.-
In the frenzy, I didn't pay attention, but that my love scared me for days. It wasn't the time to think, only in retrospect did I realize that comment and others similar.
-Don't take them away from me, give me your cock always.-
Despite what we had said and her attitudes towards me, at that moment I think she was speaking out of desire madness. She was moaning, gasping for air, while I entered and left without mercy. The bed was moving, her hands were still tied above her head. I kept She leaned on her elbows, which were facing upwards to grasp and turn me inside out. Her tongue was searching for me, but then it stopped to moan, as if losing concentration. That was the best blow job we'd ever had. My body couldn't take anymore. I finished furiously and she left more than once, when she told me she was fine and didn't have any more, I felt relieved. After that furious fuck, I didn't know if I could keep going until she finished. According to her, she lost count of the number of times she came, so I think it was due to the saturation of passion that she had multiple orgasms.
As promised, I let her go and removed the blindfold. She didn't seem upset about how I treated her, seemed to understand that it was all part of the game. Although I think feeling dominated didn't do much for her ego, as she later hinted in our subsequent conversation.
You're a sicko, she said half-jokingly, still agitated.
We got dressed and relaxed, but there was no more sex. Paula showered and got dressed without trying to stay or follow me. When it was almost 3:30, she told me like it was an ultimatum, with brutal simplicity.
I'm leaving.
I tried to convince her not to rush, but we both knew she was right. My wife would be arriving in a few hours and the house still smelled of sex and infidelity. We kissed desperately and she left. I accompanied her to the street door to make sure no one saw her leave. I think nobody did. I was left with a sense of emptiness, while I cleaned up. But later, thinking about the endless and spectacular weekend of sex with a beautiful and luxurious girl made me smile. Paula's goodbye had been with a certain sense of finality, like when you say goodbye to an ex after separating for good. But in this case, there were some differences. We'll see.
To continue this story, I think I'll have to write another cycle of stories, by double play. Continue with Paula, my sister-in-law and the other thing we did that night Veronica returned from her parents' house. A nurse. very hot wanted to inspect me thoroughly. As is usually said, that's another story.
A few days had passed since my wife told me about Paula breaking up with her boyfriend. I couldn't think of anything else and it cost me to concentrate on my tasks, simply floating in a cloud of eroticism that wouldn't let me see anything more. Paula had told me she wanted it to happen again, but hadn't done anything to arrange a meeting. Despite this, I found out she broke up with her 'boyfriend', which made me very happy. Although the thing wasn't going too seriously from first hand, according to my wife's words. More than one morning I masturbated thinking about when she arrived and attacked me sexually like the first time. I desired her, but there was another question that held me back. She left the boyfriend, previously telling me she wanted it to happen again. What if my sister-in-law was getting hooked on me? That could only end one way, very badly. With divorce and family rupture at the door. Like to support that fear, I was talking with a work colleague, with whom we have a very intimate relationship but without reaching sexual attraction, although if we delve into intimate topics.
-Do you know how many times I promised myself that nothing would happen with 'that' guy? That it was just sex, that I wouldn't feel anything. No matter what you plan, you'll end up hooking up with him anyway.
My lover, my thread, my fuck. Already when saying 'my something' we are being possessive, that's why my partner explained how it always started to feel something more, first by jealousy or fear of losing that pleasure. Then by habit. Although she also assured that most of those relationships do not prosper.
I tried to forget everything and let only the desire remain with Paula. During all that time, I told my story, at least the first part, and wrote that second one they've already read, I suppose. I got into several internet sites, searching for something, I don't know what. A month passed. I should clarify to whoever is reading this that my wife and I don't have bad intimacy, quite the opposite. She's a bit tight, almost as if she sometimes claims to have become half a virgin due to illogical reasons, even though we haven't done it in several days. It hurts her a little from the brusqueness and that's why we don't do it strongly at first. With Vero we fantasize and act out. We have sex every week, with or without fantasies. That depends on our mood and what we feel like. It's not lack of passion, it's just that this happened and now I don't want to let it go. Without going any further, two Sundays ago my wife woke me up by sucking me off. Then we finished doing it with the same old passion. It's not lack of love for my wife, but something more is inside me. Before it becomes an obsession, I'd like to cut it short. But Paula is much wilder, she doesn't have problems making it strong or violent. At least the times I ended up furiously inside her, I didn't hold back and she didn't complain at all. Veronica suffers losses the next day if we do it strongly or if I put it in very deeply. Depending on the position, she feels it more than others. With my sister-in-law I had three positions and seemed to enjoy them all a lot. A few days ago we ran into each other at a family barbecue at her house in the capital's metropolitan area. I couldn't talk to her alone, and Paula didn't look for it either. But our gazes crossed several times and I could notice that there was something owed between us. An overdue chat.
As I said, a month went by, that barbecue, many mental torments and several family news, such as the breakup with the boyfriend. Vero was going to spend some days at my in-laws', who live a few kilometers away, taking advantage of some free days she had at work. I couldn't do it, despite usually accompanying her. Just that week would be very busy. She left on Thursday (yesterday when I'm writing this) and returns Sunday night-late. While working on Friday, I received a call from Paula, barely recognizing the cell phone number, I trembled. I suspected what was coming.
-Hello. She told me that.
-Hello, Paula. What did you need? - making myself indifferent.
I want to see you. We have to be discreet. I don't want to hurt my sister. Despite what they annoy me about her attitudes and the tantrums she throws sometimes.
I didn't know exactly what she was referring to, but I accepted my own theory about typical sisterly quarrels. Her characters are quite different and that's why they often clash. My sister-in-law is a very demanding cutie, almost to the point of being very capricious. This could have worked against me. That's why it's necessary to be extra careful and tread carefully.
I haven't been able to control my anxiety since I cut off the phone, everything will be defined tonight. By its tone, I can't clarify if it wants to continue with this infidelity or just talk, on the verge of not going forward. I don't know which option makes me shudder more. It has affected my concentration, due to doubts, I bought a good wine, ordered the house. I'm prepared for anything.
That Sunday at noon, it was illogical for someone to lower the blinds and run the curtains with the summer heat. But I dedicated myself to doing that, I had to darken the department, my home. Paula was tied up and gagged, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fantasy was practicing bondage, which her sister had told her. In part, I was annoyed that my wife was telling those intimate things but nothing more could be done except take advantage of the situation. My sister-in-law was curious to know what it felt like to be tied up and submissive. Although I initially refused, the temptation to fulfill the fantasy could more. I told her I only did it with someone who had absolute confidence in me, that I knew nothing I said was serious. She could take my insults personally, having her manacled. My method of bondage is that the one being restrained gives up control completely, so there must be a very strong trust for this game not to harm the real relationship. Maybe it's not what many understand as this type of practice, but it's my particular and personal way of doing it. I did it with the women I was with and we've been doing it like that since the beginning. Being married and having a longer sexual relationship makes it much easier to create this trust. With my sister-in-law Paula it was more complicated, as the two previous occasions were not great experiences. But now or never, according to what she had promised, that was our weekend. After that, never again. I warned her once initiated the role-playing game, there was no going back. No regrets, I wasn't going to stop until I came in her pussy. That was the end. I left a porn movie on the DVD player in the bedroom, one where Judith Fox is screwed by two guys. The scene starts quietly but ends with the porn star gagging like asphyxiated. My sister-in-law would listen and I wouldn't get close to her. She was staying quiet and calling me, but I wasn't responding. She wanted to get up and I pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her reclined.
-Stay there quietly.
She didn't respond and remained there, scared by the disorientation of falling and not seeing where it was happening. Although she well knew she was near the bed. The movie continued, getting louder and harder. Paula didn't understand why the background sound. The porn wasn't just putting her in an atmosphere and confusing her, it also covered up the sound of my movements in the room. She felt some noises and moved on her spot. Her feet were together at the ankles, her hands behind her back with handcuffs. In her eyes was one of those sleep masks like they use on airplanes. A mask she had bought a long time ago, complaining that when sleeping at our house too much light came in. Ironically used in this occasion.
I went to the bedside table and opened the drawer, which startled her. There I kept the vibrating ring. It's a rubber ring with an apparatus that vibrates like an egg with a cable giving it power. The ring connects to the device and generates vibration or can be used alone. I suddenly opened her legs, surprising Paula.
-So you want to be my slut? Do you have a desire to try what it's like being my slave?
She nodded, doubtfully and silently, although she could speak well. I continued in that sadistic reprimanding tone.
-I've had better whores in my bed. Not capricious bitches like you. What you need is for someone to give you a good whipping so your whims will pass.
I then gave her a good slap on the leg, as close to the Booty as I could get, although she was sitting. She felt surprised, and her gestures showed she was scared. I rolled her over to put her on her side and look at her Booty. She wanted to protest and grabbed a handkerchief from the drawer and stuffed it in her mouth all crumpled.
-Does that bother you? Better. Here I'll get rid of all your little tantrums and the caprichitos. You're going to do what I say. Open your legs.
She denied and that's why she received another slap, this time well in the Booty and a little stronger than the previous one.
-Open your legs, I told you.-I repeated more emphatically.
She obeyed. She was giving in, following the game, something rare for my sister-in-law. Paula is the classic rebellious girl, eternal complaint of my mother-in-law. Nothing to do with the older daughter, my wife.
When opening her legs, I took her underwear and almost pulled it off along with the few hairs she had. They had grown since the last time. I passed a finger over her pubic hair, moistened beforehand in my mouth. She stirred.
-Don't you wax anymore? I like completely waxed, not with a mustache.-I said jokingly sarcastically.
She wanted to respond and pulled out a handkerchief for me to respond.
-It hurts a lot, that's why I don't do it anymore.-
I covered her mouth again with the handkerchief.
-You're weak, I'll show you what pain is.-
She complained with the gag in place, a typical mmm and nothing more. She was getting scared like me as I had transformed into this role. I put one leg in a triangle and the other reclined. I was playing with her pussy, licking very little, probing with impunity. Until her moans indicated that she was asking for cunnilingus. I licked eagerly and slowly, tracing with my tongue her entire vulva, squeezing her clitoris with my hand. Her muffled moans told me she was enjoying it a lot. At one point, I stopped and left, she protested amputated.
-Wait a bit, what are you thinking?-
I made her wait for a good while. She was already in a bad mood. I went back to giving her cunnilingus, but now I added the device. First, she didn't respond, her bad mood dominated, but when I added the device, she shuddered. The rubber made her entire pubic area vibrate and she arched like convulsed. At one point, she managed to spit out the handkerchief.
-Come on, come on already.-
-You're begging me? Do you want me to screw you?-
-Yes, give me cock.-
-I'm not going to fuck you. So don't get your hopes up.-
Lie, I had a terrible urge to fuck her, although we had already done it all weekend, I managed to renew my excitement quickly.
-Please, I want your cock.- she begged with a pitiful voice.
-Ah, yes? Do you want cock? Take cock.-
Saying this, I settled in to put it in her mouth and silence her again. She wanted to struggle but I forced her to hold still. I played as I pleased, even testing how deep inside she received it. I made her gag several times. She tried to explain that it wasn't that deep inside, but I didn't let her.
-You wanted to be my slave in bed, now you'll see how I treat sloppy whores like you.-
I expected her to not take anything seriously, but facing the prospect of being the last time didn't matter much to me. I turned around and put it back in her mouth, but as if we were doing a 69. While my tongue and the vibrator continued. When I felt myself come, I adjusted and left the vibrator on for a bit. I wasn't giving up anymore, my cock was going in and out of her mouth at my command. I guided her by the back of her head. I doubted ending it inside, but decided that as a good farewell I could give myself all the pleasure. She gagged and wanted to get away, spitting everything on me, staining even the bandage she had on.
-In the mouth no. I wanted…-
She started to say, but I interrupted her, holding her by the chin with violence.
-I do what I want, because that's why I'm the master here. If you didn't want to be treated like a slut, you shouldn't have let yourself get tied up. You understand? Slut, you do what I say. Now keep going.-
I put the cloth back in her mouth. Turned off the movie that had advanced without our attention. Secured the gag with tape so she couldn't take it out. Continued with the vibrator, this time without the rubber, while waiting for my cock to recover. I stimulated her a bit and passed my hands forward, although they were still tied up. Barely freed one hand, she tried to remove the gag. I spanked her for that. The vibrating little dick was on her pussy and I went introducing it inside hers. When I felt it vibrating in the... interior, she screamed muffled and let out a loud cry, tears streaming down her face. It was the overload of emotions, pleasure, and stimuli that was overwhelming her. She was at the limit of pleasure when it became too much and started to hurt. The moment when all sensation turned into white noise.
-I know you want this to end. But I'm not going to take it out, you'll have to do it yourself.
She looked at me surprised, not understanding.
-Go on practicing, like you're about to give birth, get it out.
I knew enough about female anatomy to understand that she could expel it by contracting the muscles of her vagina. Through the gag, I could distinguish the insults my sister-in-law was hurling at me.
-You'll have to do it, come on, do it. I want to see how you do it. I know you can.
That was cruel, I knew the girl didn't have much idea about her internal muscles, barely knew how they put it in, little would she know about using those parts of her body to maximize pleasure. These muscles, called pubocoxigeus, surround that entire pelvic area. They're the ones a man moves unconsciously when he's having sex. And women, some of them, I don't know if all of them, use them when they squeeze the penis inside their vagina. There are exercises, but you have to identify which ones. Almost certainly my sister-in-law was unaware of this and what she forced her to do was an unanesthetized learning experience. She agitated and shook herself, so I tied the chain of handcuffs on her hands to the headboard of the bed using a necktie.
-If you pull it out, I'll push it deeper in and you'll have to start all over again.
She screamed, still muffled. Sweat covered her completely. She tensed several times, gathering strength and pushing again. It was actually something different from giving birth, but she was moving the muscles of her stomach and vagina to get it out. She was giving birth, metaphorically speaking. The vibrator was distracting her, I knew. I increased the intensity when she was about to get it out and she stopped without move myself. She let out a cry and I removed the gag from her mouth.
-Please, I can't take it anymore, get me out of here. I beg you.-
-You said, you wanted this, now take it to the end.-
-I want you to hold me, I can't take it anymore.-
The fever was talking, she was completely dominated by it, she would have thrown herself out the window if someone had told her that's where that painful pleasure would end.
-If you get rid of it, I'll give you the ride of your life.-
As I said this, I looked at her intensely and up close. Paula gathered strength from God knows where and pushed as hard as she could until she finished giving birth to the device.
Exhausted and mumbling, she begged to be satisfied.
-Come on me, please, I'm done. Son of a slut, you're a son of a slut. Come on me.-
She repeated this or that until I settled on top of her and penetrated her. She felt my entrance and left a truncated scream in her mouth, her open mouth made me want to have another cock to put it in at that precise moment. I started a slow pump to see how she would react, since she must be hypersensitive by now. But soon I discovered she was hyperaroused.
-Give me hard, son of a thousand whores, give me your cock.-
I started pumping like I had a grudge and wanted to hit her from the inside with my cock. She screamed like never before, I left her, I was so hot that I didn't care who heard us. It almost seemed she was crying when she wasn't letting out loud cries of pleasure, it was almost deafening. Every now and then she repeated like a litany that she wanted more or liked it. I turned her around inside.
-Do you like my cock, babe?-
-Yes, don't take it away, give me your love.-
In the frenzy, I didn't pay attention, but that my love scared me for days. It wasn't the time to think, only in retrospect did I realize that comment and others similar.
-Don't take them away from me, give me your cock always.-
Despite what we had said and her attitudes towards me, at that moment I think she was speaking out of desire madness. She was moaning, gasping for air, while I entered and left without mercy. The bed was moving, her hands were still tied above her head. I kept She leaned on her elbows, which were facing upwards to grasp and turn me inside out. Her tongue was searching for me, but then it stopped to moan, as if losing concentration. That was the best blow job we'd ever had. My body couldn't take anymore. I finished furiously and she left more than once, when she told me she was fine and didn't have any more, I felt relieved. After that furious fuck, I didn't know if I could keep going until she finished. According to her, she lost count of the number of times she came, so I think it was due to the saturation of passion that she had multiple orgasms.
As promised, I let her go and removed the blindfold. She didn't seem upset about how I treated her, seemed to understand that it was all part of the game. Although I think feeling dominated didn't do much for her ego, as she later hinted in our subsequent conversation.
You're a sicko, she said half-jokingly, still agitated.
We got dressed and relaxed, but there was no more sex. Paula showered and got dressed without trying to stay or follow me. When it was almost 3:30, she told me like it was an ultimatum, with brutal simplicity.
I'm leaving.
I tried to convince her not to rush, but we both knew she was right. My wife would be arriving in a few hours and the house still smelled of sex and infidelity. We kissed desperately and she left. I accompanied her to the street door to make sure no one saw her leave. I think nobody did. I was left with a sense of emptiness, while I cleaned up. But later, thinking about the endless and spectacular weekend of sex with a beautiful and luxurious girl made me smile. Paula's goodbye had been with a certain sense of finality, like when you say goodbye to an ex after separating for good. But in this case, there were some differences. We'll see.
To continue this story, I think I'll have to write another cycle of stories, by double play. Continue with Paula, my sister-in-law and the other thing we did that night Veronica returned from her parents' house. A nurse. very hot wanted to inspect me thoroughly. As is usually said, that's another story.
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