He hesitated. Just momentarily. His hard cock in his hand, poised at the tightly closed hole of her upturned arse.
Once before he’d tried this with her, he’d bottled it after just the head of his cock had hurt her. She’d cried out, told him to stop, he hadn’t wanted to hurt his beautiful girlfriend. But he was going to do it this time.
“I want you to do it to me,” She’d said.
“What if it hurts you again?”
“Just keep going. I know you want to do it. Let me do it for you. Please?” He’d been concerned, it had showed on his face. “Promise me. Promise you’ll fuck me in the arse, promise you’ll do it until you come.”
“Uh, okay,” her uncharacteristic language, her sitting naked, cross legged on the floor in front of him, her excitement exposed, asking for him to do it, demanding it. Too much to resist.
“If I start, I’m not going to stop. Even if it hurts. Even if you beg me.”
“I want it to hurt. I want you to make me beg you to stop. I’ll cry and scream and beg, and I want you to ignore it and just keep going, take pleasure from me. I want it to be all for you!”
Now. He’d do it now. No time for her to change her mind.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he’d instructed. Meekly, nervously she’d complied.
Now here he was, poised with his cock in his hand, touching the head against the tight hole he’d wanted to fuck for months. That he’d been denied a few weeks before.
She screamed in pain as he brutally jammed his cock into her ass. He wasn’t gentle, he didn’t let her get used to to intrusion, he just pressed his cock against her small, tight hole and forced its whole length deep into her. Taking from her what she’d so desperately wanted to give.
As he held her hips, pulling her back to meet his hard thrusts, tears burst from her eyes, she cried out, telling him not to stop, telling him to fuck her harder, craving the pain, the knowledge he would take from her everything she had to give. As much as it hurt, she felt herself starting to come as her boyfriend enjoyed her little body for his own pleasure.
Her body lose and limp, through her tears, the wracking breath of orgasm, she called out that she was coming. Her boyfriend, holding off no longer, felt his own climax build and holding himself inside her with his body weight, he felt his cock twitching, flooding her inside with his come.
As the deep satisfaction of the combined pain and pleasure, the sense of achievement, of overcoming her fear, her pain to please him settled over her, she talked to him through the damp pillow under her face,
“Thank you, thank you for not stopping, taking what you want,” then quietly, almost to herself, “I love it when you hurt me.”
He pulled his spent cock from her quivering body and presented it to her face. “Now suck it clean, and don’t stop until I say.” Tears still on her face from the combination of the wonderful torture and her own orgasm, she took his cock in her mouth and greedily began to clean it. He looked down at the tear stained face of his beautiful girlfriend, he flooded with love and gratitude for what she’d given him. He lifted her face to his, kissed her deeply, then returned it to tend to his cock. Taking her head in both hands before pulling it onto him, forcing his cock fully into her face and down her throat for the first time.
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© Charles Rochester 2015