Al moved and his tongue began to dance around her clit, pausing every couple of moments to trace up and down the outline of her pussy lips, before resuming the play with the skin around her clit. This slowly progressed to glancing across her clit, and then gentle pressing with the tongue, and finally, he placed his lips around her clit and sucked it up into his mouth. The carnal moan that she let out at this point was probably heard across the whole floor of the hotel.
Emily moaned, and tried as best she could to push her pussy into Al’s mouth. As he sucked on her clit, teasing it between his teeth, and rolling it about, it was heavenly. She did not want it to stop, but an orgasm was rising quickly, and she could tell it would be a big one. Just as she felt the moment of relaxation before the orgasm washed over her, Al stopped, breaking all contact with her body in a heartbeat. Emily was filled with loss; she had been denied at the very last moment. As her mind fully registered that she had been denied, she was not sure if she was furious or disappointed.
She wanted to shout at Al, that that was not the way to treat a lover! But her mind kicked in, the situation and required action stopped her from being rash, and she said, “Master, I need to cum. Please can I cum? Your skill is second to none, and I want the intense pleasure that comes from your touch.”
“Ms. Wolfe, you seem to have forgotten that this is punishment,” he said in a strong, but not unkind voice. “Maybe this will remind you.”
As the words left his mouth, the strap came down, falling across her clit and pussy with a slapping sound that filled the room. A jolt of pain tore an agonising screech from her. Emily did not know how to describe this pain; she immediately felt a little sick, the lips of her pussy were on fire, but her clit stood proud, almost screaming for another. Her whole body shook and she fought against her bonds; she would have done anything at that moment to close her legs. But she could not and another slap came, with the explosion of fire that her body felt from it. She wanted to scream swear words at Al, but knew she could not, and what actually exited her mouth was the sort of stilted cry you get from a child that it hurt and wants you to know it, even if they didn’t need to cry.
Emily was close to sobbing as two more slaps were issued to her pussy and clit. There was a pause and Emily calmed her breathing just in time for the final slap. The pain was the worst yet, and the strap seemed to connect, then force itself down the lips, almost scraping them. Her body convulsed with a sob, but she was pleased with herself for not screaming.
Before she had even controlled herself, Al was between her legs again, his delicate tongue teasing. Then he ran it up and down her lips, and she could feel the heat being soothed by his tongue. Al moved like the most delicate of butterflies, flicking here and there. She moaned; it felt amazing and she was surprised with how quickly she moved from agony to ecstasy.
Al was moving to her clit again, and his tongue danced across it, building an orgasm again so quickly, she was ready to cum before she knew it. She held it back, knowing that Al would deny her again. She wanted to be ready for that, not committed when it was withdrawn. She fought her own feelings, thinking of Matt, her mum’s dog, and anything that stopped her from orgasming. Al increased the pressure with his tongue, and a whimpering moan escaped her lips, as she thought of the aching in her legs and lower back, caused by how she was tied. She had never been in a position like this, and her muscles were complaining, but she was also growing to love how exposed it made her.
Emily was aware of the room swimming around her. She closed her eyes, but the orgasm that was waiting to envelop her was so close, now. She thought this time Al might actually make her cum, but then, as she moaned again loudly, he broke contact once more. Emily almost began coughing as she slowed and calmed her breathing. Again feeling fury that her orgasm was stopped in its tracks, she finally managed to relax.
She opened her eyes to see Al removing the clothes he had on. She watched eagerly as his boxers came down, and his big, fat cock sprung free. Matt’s was a thin cock, and long enough. Al’s had a big girth; it was a fat stump, average length, but it looked so big. She took in the view of naked Al. He really did not look her type; he was only a couple of inches taller than her five-foot-four frame. He was wide in the way a rugby player was, with the broadest shoulders she recalled ever seeing on a naked man. He had muscles showing everywhere. They were not overwhelming, but the firm shape of them was visible everywhere except his belly, which carried a lot of fat, the classic beer belly.
He walked towards her holding that cock, aiming it at her exposed pussy. The forward movement did not stop; she felt the head of his cock press her pussy, then burst in immediately, and force its way up. She gasped loudly as he did, and stopped as his legs pressed into hers, his balls pressed against the very sore skin of her arse.
Al withdrew his cock, and as he did, he grabbed the chain that linked the clamps on her nipples. With force, he rammed himself back into her tight pussy, pulling on the chain, and painfully she felt herself pulled into his body, as she moaned with pleasure. Al fucked her skilfully; she seemed to feel him in every corner of her body. Her nipples screamed at her with pressure from being pulled. His spare hand came down to her clit, and she felt him press it gently, circle it, then flick it. She moaned again, and found herself moaning in time to his thrusts. She had never been fucked like this; it was all so intense, and involved. The thoughts of the punishment before flooding her mind, picturing the things he had done to her in the short time they had been in this hotel room tonight.