[FM] [D/s] 6. Fucked ‘til I cry: So this one time this one guy slammed me into subspace.

TLDR: Ralph fucked me ‘til I cried.

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Ralphie breathes into my ear. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you right now.”

Ralph sits up kneeling between my legs, his throbbing dick only centimeters from my dripping cunt. My ankles locked around his waist, I angle my hips and eagerly present him my slick pink hole. His hands buried in my long tangled black hair, Ralphie forcefully tilts my head so I can admire his cock straining towards my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, tugging him closer, breathing in his scent and licking the sweat from his neck. His short beard is rough against my skin, but I nuzzle against the wiry fuzz like a kitten, rubbing my cheeks from his dark bristled chin to the colorful curve of his tattooed shoulder.

Suddenly, he releases his hold. Dropping me back into the pillows, I shiver at his absence, whine and reach for him. He slaps my pussy with a hard, wet clap and I twitch and moan, recessing back into the bed, startled by the sharply pleasurable pain. In a blink he reaches into his pants on the floor at the foot of the bed. I hold my hands clasped together, high over my head in nervous anticipation, trying so hard to be good.

**He tears open a gold packet and slips on the condom.**

Now he lays his body across mine, mouth devouring my lips, kissing my face and nibbling my neck. My body is arched beneath him, my round tits pressed against his chest, our sweaty skin gliding against each other. My heels dig into his ass, my caramel thighs spread so wide I could feel pussy juice running out, sticky between my ass.

One hand grips my wrists holding them high above my head. I writhe against him whimpering as he masterfully massages my tits with the other, intermittently pinching my erect dusky nipples hard and then soft, so I don’t know to expect pleasure or pain. Frank relentlessly enflames my desires until I’m burning with arousal.

“Please, please, please…” I’m begging softly, whispering my pleas into his mouth.

He releases my tits but keeps my wrists locked in his hold, trussed up overhead. He rests on his knees and grabs his throbbing dick, easing just the thick head into my starved pussy. My dripping fuckhole grasps hungrily around the head of his rock-hard cock. I moan out loud, unruly jerking my hips, urgent with the need to feel him inside me. He deftly moves his hand from his cock to my hip, pressing down heavily to keep me from bucking.

One fist grips my wrists high above my head, restraining. One grip digs bruising into my hips, controlling.

**Ralph makes it clear I will enjoy his cock only when he wants to give me his pleasure.**

His eyes are smiling, dark arduous pools of delighted, threatening desire. And I? I am drowning.

“Please, please, please…” I beg some more.

“Please what, little whore?” he asks tauntingly. He briefly lifts his hand to lazily slap my tit, making it bounce while I whimper, and then restores his grip, steering my hip so I don’t push onto his dick.

The words tumbled over my lips helplessly. “Oh, Ralphie, please fuck me? Please use this pussy for your pleasure? Please, please, please gimmie your cock, baby, gimmie, I wannit, wannit so bad. Gimmie every bit, every inch, fill me up with your perfect dick, please?” I beg to be fucked, and he savors my feverish face and acquiescent body squirming.

“You are such a good slut,” he praises me, laying the length of his body over mine to nuzzle my neck, kissing and licking my soft tan skin. His hand shifts from my waist to the small of my back, sliding me onto his shaft.

My eyes widen and I gasp as our hips meet, his cock filling me with a long, deliberate thrust. I moaned loud and languidly, feeling my fuckmouth stretch around with his girth.
He impaled me and it was perfect.

He started slow but deep, so I could cherish the length of him driving further inside me. Our bodies entangled, he shifted his hold from my wrists and hips. Ralphie clutched my hands instead, our fingers tightly interlocking. My moans were trapped in his mouth, our bodies rolling entwined, our hips applauding in perfect harmony.

**We kissed deeply, desperately indulgent, only sweet sweat, soft groans and utter lust between us.**

Gradually he built up speed, plunging rhythmically, my hips rising to ride his perfect dick. Our flat bellies clapping to the beat of our relentless fucking, our hands and mouths were shaping each other’s bodies: awash with the heart-pounding adrenaline of discovery, bathed in the visceral gush of unremitting dopamine. My pussy clenched around his cock and I hurtled towards ecstasy.

“Oh Ralphie, oh you’re gonna make me cum, oh, please I’m gonna cum for you,” I panted.

“You’re gonna cum, little whore? Cum for me baby, all over my cock,” he commanded.

And just like that I spilled into orgasm, my quivering pussy twitching, soaking his dick.

“Ooooooohhhhh,” I moaned and whimpered, “thankyouthankyouthankyou,” I gasp, “for making me cum, oh thank you, damn, thank you.”

No pause between his gliding thrusts, no rest to catch my breath. Ralph slaps my tits and I yelp. He grabs my chin in his hard grasp and kisses me deeply. “You’re such a good whore, cumming all over me.” He slaps my cheek, kissing me when I wince.

My breath is ragged. My mind is blank. My body is inebriated by chemistry.

**In my world there is only his ravishing dick, ravenous mouth and rough touch.**

His fucking pace never wavers and he drives me implacably towards another orgasm. “Fuck! You’re making me cum again! Please, oh fuck!” I cry out.

“You’re gonna cum again? Cum again, slut, you’re such a good fucking whore,” he growls.

He grabs my face as I’m cumming, dark eyes scanning my pained expression, memorizing the curl of my lips, my fluttering eyes, the fleeting mini gestures that accent my shuddering orgasm. I started to thank him, “Ohmygod, fuck, Ralphie, thank you-“

When he abruptly interrupts my gratitude. Pursing my lips in his tight grasp he leans back and spits in my mouth. My eyes widen in shock and dismay. I squealed reproachfully, sneering with disgust. But before I can fully react, he’s kissing me and pinching my nipples, eroding and reshaping my misgivings. He’s conditioning my desires to filthier kinks.

Time flexed and all I feel is physical pleasure, consciousness reduced to primal instinct. He touches and kisses me everywhere, and Ralphie just doesn’t stop rhythmically fucking me: not too fast, just so deep, so very hard, so damn right.

His face was buried between my tits, when I murmured, “Oh please, don’t stop please don’t stop,” in torn, lilting uneven whispers.

From betwixt my breasts, Ralphie can’t hear so good. He freezes, pausing mid-thrust, just keeping the tip inside. He rises up on his elbows to study me with those unceasingly assessing eyes.

“Stop?” he asks, his voice laced with real worry, concern written all over his face. My brow furrowed in surprise and sudden emotion. I’m touched. I felt genuine care for my comfort and well-being in his probing expression and gentle tone.

“Nooooo!,” I whine, reaching for him. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop fucking me.”

Ralph laughs, shaking his head. He slides up along my body, thrusting his dick deep inside, trailing kisses to rest his forehead against mine.

“You are so fucking cum greedy,” he laughs into my lips, his pace driving me towards another orgasm.

“I know,” I laugh back softly, closing my eyes to ride the waves of pleasure.

He plunders my depths and I lose the thread of time and thought, unraveled. I don’t know how many times I came before his groans grew louder, his own hips bucking, demanding, his cock crashing into my soaked puss.

“Oh, fuck, are you ready to catch my cum?” he pants between grunts. The steady rhythm of our bodies surges faster and harder as we rise towards his orgasm.

“Yesyesyesyes,” I gasp. “In my mouth, I wanna taste you, I wanna, please.”

His hips jerk wildly and he yells as he approaches climax. He pulls out and I leap to my knees. He rips the condom off and my mouth is attached to his cock, working my lips, tongue and throat to slurp up the first bursting gush of streaming cum. I squeeze his shaft, massaging his balls to drain every last drop. Ralphie trails a long, satisfied groan while I savor the creamy taste of his hot cum oozing over my lips.

Moaning, panting, Ralph pulls his dick out of my mouth and collapses on the bed. He reaches for me, holding me close and kissing, entwining our slaked bodies together tightly, heedless of his cum splattered all over me.

**For a minute, we lay quiet, curled and satiated.**

My thoughts silenced, my body bruised, I felt languorously hollow. I rested my chin on his chest, sighing, and unbidden tears welled up in my eyes. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes tightly and took a couple of deep shuddery breaths to try and repress my feelings. But the rogue tears escaped my eyelids, slipping beneath my lashes and rolling down my cheeks, belying my raw emotional state.

Ralphie’s calloused fingers brushed the tears away gently, caressing the curve of my cheek with his thumb. “You okay?,” he asks in a quiet worried tone.

I smile awkwardly through the tears, hands nervously fluttering to wipe my blushing face.

“Yeah, I dunno. I’m not sad, or regretful, or anything like that.” I want to reassure him but the tears keep coming and I’m worried about his interpretation. I pause to take a shaky breath as he tenderly brushes another tear off my cheek.

“Subspace?,” he asks gently. “Do you know what that is?”

“Yeah, I do. I think so,” I whisper. “I think this is that.” My eyes closed to concentrate, to shut out his constant studying of my reactions, so I can focus inward and search my feelings. He patiently waits my response.

**“I just feel really, really vulnerable.”**

Haltingly, I explain, “When I’ve felt like this before it was with a boyfriend. So the vulnerability lived in that kind of intimacy. A long relationship. This is different.”

I shake my head, embarrassed, but I can’t stop the tears, or articulate with more detail.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, dipping my face behind the dark curtain of my hair so he doesn’t have to watch. “I promise, I’m not sad or regretful. I just feel really, really vulnerable,” I repeat.

He raises my chin, cupping my face in his hands, weaving his fingers through my tousled hair to expose my tear-streaked face. Frankie rains light kisses across my face: eyes, cheeks and lips, lapping up stray tears in their wake. He draws me closer into his embrace, murmuring compliments and caressing me like his own little sex pet.

“Don’t be sorry,” Ralph assures me. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And you are so, so very good.”

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