Tha anticipation alone was enough to make Ally wet; something I soon discovered, as I went over to remove her panties. I instantly changed tactics, instead pushing the tiny piece of lace into Ally’s tight pussy. The feeling of her underwear being pulled against her clit made Ally coo. I slapped her ass as I fingered her through her underwear, changing Ally’s vocalizations from soft contentment to moans. Her body still hung suspended in the air, allowing me unrestricted access to any part of her I wished. I plunged my fingertips into Ally’s inviting pussy as hard as I could while still being surrounded by the small piece of fabric. Ally continued to moan, right up until I stopped without warning. Panting lighty, she craned her neck in an attempt to see why I had stopped. “Please, sir. Please finger fuck your whore.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her to face me. “Did master say you could make demands today?”
Author: Writing_Wrongs4U
From passion to pain, part 8 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
“Um… what is THAT?!” Ally was addressing the bizarre contraption newly hanging from the ceiling in the spare room. “Oh, that old thing?” I teased as though it had always been there and she just never noticed it before. Ally narrowed her eyes at me, clearly unamused “uh huh, that ‘old thing.'” I motioned her over, smiling giddily “this is your new suspension… harness…? Harness… may not be the right term. Hm…. in any case, this will allow me to play with you in ways I never could before.” The explanation stopped there, as Ally’s eyes slowly widened at the realization of what this could mean. Her brown, and now saucer sized, eyes met the glint in mine as grabbed her waist. “Now, my slut, I think we need to test it.”
From passion to pain, part 7 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
Ally’s lips felt stupendous, as she softly sucked on my balls. The hot water cascading down my back completed the sensation, heating up my entire body. I moaned in my throat, as my mind switched to autopilot, I bent down without thought, my hand grabbing Ally’s buxom bosom, causing her to moan around my balls. The vibrations on my nuts lit up the entirety of my existence, and I pawed almost frantically at Ally’s breasts, hoping to make her moan around me more. Her lips came off my balls with a small pop, breaking me out of my lusty daze. I was about to mumble a protest, but Ally hadn’t pulled off of me without a plan. She dipped down, her hand grabbing my erection, as her tongue snaked out to tentatively lick my anus. My knees nearly buckled as I realized I was now in heaven.
From passion to pain, part 6 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
“Thoughts on rimming?” Ally uttered the words as casually as any other morning greeting. But, it wasn’t any other morning greeting and my mind started spinning. I gave her the “one second” gesture and made a huge show out of stretching, yawning, and rubbing my eyes, trying to buy myself enough time to formulate an answer. “You’re never going to convince me that it’s possible to get truly clean down there. So, I’m going to politely decline out of cleanliness concerns.” I’m pretty sure Ally had already known what my answer would be, because without skipping a beat, she had a follow up. “Hmmmm…. what about receiving?” I could feel the smile playing on her face, even if the cup she was sipping from concealed her expression. I stroked my beard pensively, before I spoke. “I’m… not going to make you. But, I’m also not going to stop you.” Ally extricated her tight body from the chair and slipped over to me, “That works.” She declared simply, sealing it with a peck on my cheek. I watched her sashay back to the fridge, mouth slightly agape once again. Somehow, she managed to make a 10 foot walk across the house sexually charged and many times more intense than it should be. She must have felt my eyes on her perfectly juicy ass, because she turned to me with a fiery look, shaking her head gently.
From passion to pain, part 5 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
“The more you wiggle, the more it’s going to hurt, slut.” It sounded evil, but it was true. Ally enjoyed the nipple torture more than I had ever anticipated. So, I had to devise some new ways to make her squirm: string tied around each nipple and pulled taught to the bed. Ally’s blindfolded visage was even more intoxicating as she struggled against the restraints and whimpered every time the string dug into her erect nips. “Please, sir, let me see what you’re doing to your slut.” I shook my head even though the action was pointless. “That’s not how this is going to work, my pet.” With that, I strummed the string attached to her left tit, forcing her to turn into it, pulling the string wound around her right breast tighter herself. Goosebumps spread across her left tit, as the vibrations from me toying with her were amplified by being blinded. But, the jerk from the pain of the string pulling tighter on her right breast made the pleasure short lived. She whimpered even more and I pulled my gaze down her incredible body. “Is my slut wet?” The amusement in my voice was undeniable as Ally nodded in agreement.
From passion to pain, part 4 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
“What’s the string for?” Ally was eyeing everything I had laid out on the bed in preparation for making her body my dessert. “And ruin the surprise?” I cocked an eyebrow at her, predicting her reaction. “Come ooooooooonnnnn” she drawled, rolling her eyes and giving me a pouty face that she accentuated with a very obvious huff. Predictable. My amusement was evident on my face even as her face crinkled up in annoyance. “You’re the one who wanted to be my slut.” I reminded her, causing her to shoot daggers at me. “Hmph.” She declared, knowing she was trapped by her own needs. “Mmhhmm, that’s a good slut,” I chided, as i picked up the sleeping mask. “Now, let’s heighten your senses.”
From passion to pain, part 3 [M][F] (age gap) (BDSM)
Ally was the absolute vision of beauty, as she stood in the doorway. Her navy sundress clung perfectly to her tight body, accentuating every curve, yet, somehow revealing nothing. Her silken, coal colored locks bounced lightly as she swept over to embrace me, only to sway gently in the breeze that caught her as she stepped back. It was so difficult not to think this was a movie. I almost had to pinch myself to remind me that this was real life. “What did you have planned for tonight, sir?” Ally teased me with devilish smile, her eyes on the crotch of my pants, awaiting my body’s near automatic response to her words. Damnit, she knew how to turn me on so quickly with so little effort. “Dinner” I paused for dramatic effect “and dessert,” I finished, purposely making a show of undressing her with my eyes. Now it was Ally’s turn to have her body betray her, as she bit her lip in an attempt to swallow the moan that had let itself free from her throat. Her throat…
From passion to pain [m][f] (agegap) (bdsm)
“I still can’t believe this is real and happening to me.” I muttered aloud, in the solitude of my bathroom. “This doesn’t happen to guys like me… I’m not rich and famous, how…?” Despite being together for weeks, everyday seemed almost like a dream. Somehow, at 31 years of age, I had managed to attract the interest and attention of an 18 year old. My relationship with Ally began as more and more relationships seem to start in the 21st century- the internet. Somehow, we had gone from flirting to staying up half the night talking about everything and even nothing. In a few short weeks we had gone from internet strangers to… lovers? No, that’s not the right word. Or is it? It’s so hard to tell nowadays. Whatever label you do or do not want to place on our relationship, it was unexpected and, honestly, pretty beautiful. I looked in the mirror, still trying to determine how we had gotten here. At six feet tall and 210 pounds, i wasn’t exactly an Adonis or anything. My job being physically demanding meant I wasn’t “fat” but, I always wanted to lose 10 or 15 pounds. Apparently, though, that made me “cuddly.” A smile crept across my face as I recalled Ally’s description of me. The mirror returned my smile and I shook my head. Of course, the disarming smile – that had to be it. I was blessed with a straight, decent looking smile, despite never having worn braces. My face, similarly had the gift of a pleasant symmetry and balanced structure, framed by light brown hair and punctuated with deep, brown eyes .In spite of these facts, I’ve never enjoyed being photographed. I rubbed my beard, bringing myself back to reality and out of my thoughts. I padded the couple of feet from the sink to the toilet, dropping my shorts as I stopped in front of the porcelain seat. After lifing the lid, my dick was released from my boxers and the morning hard on was relieved, my bladder thankful for the release. I’m not going to say that I have the biggest member of all time, but I’ve never had complaints. In fact, I’ve been told it’s a good looking cock by all the women who’ve witnessed it erect. I couldn’t even begin to understand what that means, I’m just glad they never felt the need to call it hideous. Putting my penis back into its cloth prison, I closed the lid, flushed and padded back to the sink to wash my hands. Time for breakfast, then – time to shop.