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Part 2: Your ASS needs some Leather Amy

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“Yes.” He smirked and moved back towards the bed. She felt something cold and damp against her anus. And then one of his fingers. Rubbing around the outer ring before slowly pushing inside. A moan tore from her lips and his other hand slapped her ass. “Did I tell you that you could moan?”
“No, Sir, I’m sorry Sir.” One finger became two, gently see-sawing out of her tight sphincter. A third finger was added and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath.
“Are you ready for your gift?”
“Yes sir.” She nodded slowly and felt it pressing against her asshole. Thick soft plastic. He moved it slowly, pushing it in. It stretched her wide. Never had anything penetrated her ass before, and it was causing delicious friction, and shivers ran up and down her spine. The thick plastic grew thicker as it sunk deeper. She began to feel like it would never stop, it would just keep sinking deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and wider until she either came, or died from the excruciating pain/pleasure.
He watched as her ass gripped the plug, he pushed it slowly until just barely an inch was left, then he stopped, pulled his hand back and then slapped her ass hard. His fingers hit the butt plug and it quickly filled her the rest of the way. Her back arched and she cried out.
“Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck!” She cursed loudly, her hips pushing back trying to push the painful invader from her body. Her body quaked. The sensations were amazing. It hurt, but there was a layer of pleasure, just below the pain.
“Shhh.” He hushed her, letting his fingers run up and down her spine. “Good girl. Be quite now.” Her curses subsided to whimpers which after a few short moments dissipated, and she was silent again, except from her harsh breathing.
“Now, your punishment begins.” He moved away from her again and she laid her cheek back down against the blankets. Seconds later she felt the first lick of the small leather whip against her rump. “I would like you to count my dear. All the way to thirty. If you miss one, or loose count we will begin again.”
She nodded quickly, and managed to speak. “One, Sir.” He hit her again. “Two, Sir.” Halfway through she let out a quiet sob. The pain was horrible, but tolerable, but she couldn’t help but cry. “Twenty-nine, Sir.” Her throat was corded with the urge to scream.
Her thick wetness dripped from her pussy, coating her inner thighs in the heady arousal. The final strike came in contact with her bare pussy. Her hips bucked and her whole body jerked. “Thirty, Sir.” Her voice was just barely a whisper. The pain was so powerful. Her head was swimming, she couldn’t see anything all she could hear was a loud static in her ears, and his breathing.
“You handled your punishment well, Love. I think you deserve a reward, what do you think?”
“Yes, please Sir. A reward would be greatly appreciated.” The bed shifted as he climbed up behind her.
“Can you hold out for me this time? Not come until I tell you to?” She nodded quickly.
“Yes Sir. I will obey you sir. “
“If you don’t we’ll have to go to sixty next time.”
“I will obey you sir!” Amy cried, not wanting to displease him.
“Good girl, you will come when I tell you to, and not before.” Then without another word he entered her dripping went passage, and began to move quickly, grunting at the feel of her tight pussy gripping his throbbing cock.
He let his hands rub and knead her ass, occasionally slapping his palm against it, causing her to buck. Then he fixed his eyes on the plug. Bright pink, a color that fit her personality so well. He used one hand to grip the base and began to pull it out slowly before pushing it back in.
Her inner walls clenched and she bucked. The reaction pleased him so he repeated it, again and again, until he heard her saying something quietly, over and over. “Speak up Love.”
“Please let me come! Please I want to come!” She threw her head back and pushed her hips into his.
“Not yet.”
“Please!” She wailed. His hips thrust continuously against hers, his cock disappearing into her dripping passage over and over.
One of his hands slid over her hips, up her back, then back down, before curling around to manipulate her clit. She shrieked, and nearly came at the contact.
“Keep begging.” He grunted feeling his own end drawing near. He pushed deeper, barely slipping out an inch before thrusting in again. His pelvis pushed against the plug deeper.
Her pleading ran together, incoherent words left her mouth as she felt the swirling growing in her belly, her inevitable orgasm teasing her, tempting her to come without permission.
“Come.” He whispered in her ear and she cried loudly. Her body jerked and convulsed, her pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing and milking him as he came spurting inside of her body. Their orgasms seemed to last for hours, he kept his fingers on her clit, trying to keep her coming, to keep her on that edge, to keep her pussy clenching on his dick. The twitching of her inner muscles was intoxicating.

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