Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Gently I rubbed the cockhead backwards and up, along her adorable little labia, in the midst of her golden pussy curls. I couldn’t help thinking of the option I had chosen in the exciting little menu Rocky Falls had provided: tomorrow morning, though she didn’t know it, Mandy would have her first Brazilian wax. This sweet little pussy would be smooth and bare by the time my bride’s next marriage lesson began.
“Dee,” I murmured as I moved the tip of my erection to the terribly warm opening of her nearly virgin sheath, “I want you to know that I’ve requested you be bared down here. Not having your pussy hair will make you feel more submissive. You’ll go to the day spa at the club for a wax tomorrow before lunch.”
I had spoken without even thinking about it: my dominant instincts taking over, overriding the old, ingrained urge to conceal that mastering part of me. Mandy’s response demonstrated the importance of making her subordinate role in our marriage entirely clear to her.
“Oh… no… sir…” she breathed, but I could hear the ambiguity in that no, beyond any doubt.
“Yes, Mandy,” I said, pushing my hardness a millimeter further into her tight vagina. “That’s the way I want this sweet little cunt.”
Mandy responded with another helpless bucking of her hips, pushing her hot red bottom back and up, impaling herself another inch on my stiff cock. She cried out with pleasure and tried to do it again, but I put both hands on her hips and held her still. Mandy gave a whine of frustration as I drew back my own hips, leaving only the knob of my penis inside her.
“Don’t come until I tell you you’re allowed,” I growled. Then I gripped her tightly around the waist and drove my hardness deep inside my naughty bride’s tight young cunt.
Mandy
“Please,” I sobbed, from that very first deep thrust.
It had almost driven me right over the edge of an orgasm I could see and feel coming at me like an enormous ocean wave. I didn’t know how I could somehow have fended off that wave, but the sheer authority of the way Rick had held my hips in place seemed to have done it. I felt my whole body shudder with need, but the climax stayed just beyond me.
He held my whipped bottom against his lap, his hard manhood deep inside me. He moved his cock out a millimeter and then back in, seeming to fill me anew.
“Oh, God,” I breathed. “Please… sir, please.”
I had thought that my husband had no mercy, only a few moments before. I realized, with his rigid penis deep in my vagina, that I had liked that… or, if not liked it, well, I had found it unbelievably sexy. But I craved his mercy so much, now, with the strength of his hips pressed against my punished backside… I needed Rick’s mercy…
He gave it to me, without giving up any of his dominance.
“You need it, don’t you, Dee?” he murmured, bestowing another of those tiny thrusts. “How much do you need it?”
“Oh… God,” I moaned. “So much, sir. I’ll… I’ll do…”
The thought of the lewd things I would do, that my lord and master could make me do, sent a spasm through my pussy, made my hips strain against his strong hands in search of more cock to fill me.
“Yes, you will. You’ll do everything, my love,” Rick said softly. Then, “You may come.”
He kept firm hold of my waist, and he pulled his hardness out almost to the tip. For a moment I thought he would withdraw completely, and I let out a sob of forsaken arousal, thinking Rick had mocked me by giving permission.
But I hadn’t understood the authority behind his mercy. He didn’t pull his wonderful, soothing erection from my needy cunt; instead, my husband started to fuck me very, very hard.
I had thought the orgasms he had forced on me with his hand had represented the most pleasure my body could ever feel. That big hand, those probing fingers, had seemed to change my life profoundly… they had made me, it almost seemed, into a different girl—the bratty slut who needed to be put over the pillows and whipped for her misbehavior then fucked for her master’s enjoyment.
The actuality of Rick fucking me—really fucking me, in a brutal, dominant fashion so unlike his attempt to be tender when he deflowered my pussy on our wedding night—didn’t change me. The pleasure, though… the helpless orgasms that ripped through my body one after the other as his hard cock moved remorselessly in and out of the slick, hot sheath that belonged to him utterly now… maybe the actual quantity of ecstasy racing around my nervous system hadn’t gotten any larger, but the feeling of my bridegroom forcibly joining his body to mine sent me into a new world of wanton need and lewd satisfaction.