Make interpersonal relationship with my friend – 7

“Make interpersonal relationship with my friend” Part-7 Continues…..

I sensed she was carefully focused on making equally spaced parallel stripes on me, and as bad as it hurt the thought of her being so detached from my pain was exquisite.

Then she whipped me sideways across the top of my ass. “Ahhh, I don’t know if I can take much more of that,” I said.

“I’m so sorry Sweetheart, but I’m afraid you have to,” she said, and flogged my ass again, putting another stripe just below the last. “God, that really hurts,” I said again, but now with an edge of panic creeping into my voice.

She swung the whip three times more without pausing in between and tears were now streaming down my face. “Please stop Daicy, it’s too much!” I cried.

“I know it’s too much johnson. I want it to be too much,” she said, “I want you to feel like you can’t possibly take any more,” and she whipped my ass again as hard as she could, this time making me scream.

“It’s a good thing my ex soundproofed this room,” she said with a laugh.

She put the whip down and for a second I thought she was going to stop, but then I realized from the sounds I heard that she had started to take off her clothes.

“I’m so wet Baby, I have to strip before I soak right through these jeans.” It wasn’t the first time she had undressed behind me during a whipping, adding to my pain the frustration of not being able to see her naked body.

“Now I’m going to finish stripping your ass, Johnson, and the backs of my thighs as well. And I’m going to make myself cum while I do it.” I knew the worst was ahead of me once she started her ride to orgasm.

I could hear her start to breathe more heavily as she swung the whip and I knew she was pleasuring herself with her left hand at the same time. My erection had long since disappeared but picturing what she was doing behind me almost brought it back. Almost.

As she worked her way down my ass she began to grunt with each swing of the whip, each grunt now followed by a pitiful cry from me. “Please Daicy, no more, oh God I just can’t take it. I’ll do anything for you if you’ll stop!”

“Johnson, you’ll do anything for me anyway,” and the whip crashed just below the bottom of my ass, that tender place where the tops of my thighs ended. I screamed bloody murder.

Then she went to work on my thighs, and in one particularly brutal lash the whip curled around and managed to catch the side of my balls. I howled in pain and as I did Daisy cried out, “I’m cumming, Oh God, OHH GOD, AHH AHHH AHHHH!”

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever and she kept whipping me again and again for the duration. After what felt like an eternity the blows stopped, and I heard the whip fall to the floor… and then all I could hear was the sound of Daisy painting.

My eyes were closed, and my face was wet with tears. My back, ass and thighs were still burning white hot when suddenly Daisy’s mouth enveloped my soft cock. I almost instantly grew hard as she took me all the way in, her face pressing against my lower belly as my cock quickly expanded inside her.

As she slowly began moving her head back and forth on me, the contrast of the pure heaven from my cock against the pain of my back took me over the edge in less than a minute and I exploded down her throat. She gulped me down as my cock spasmed again and again until I was completely drained, and the attention from her warm lips and tongue continued as I gradually grew soft again.

When my cock was completely flaccid she gave it a farewell kiss, stood up and embraced me. My back still burned but her naked and sweaty body felt wonderful against my front. “Oh God, that was amazing,” she said, and kissed me passionately. “I’m sorry I went so hard on you, seeing you chained up like this just made me go crazy.”

“Well Baby,” I said, “I’m the crazy one who put in these chains.”

She retrieved the stepladder from the closet and unbuckled my wrists, then bent down and freed my ankles.

“I loved the way you moved under the whip, I hope you didn’t strain any muscles twisting around like that” she said, touching my arms.

“I’m fine, and I hope you didn’t either,” I replied, “you were working pretty hard.”

“I guess my right arm got some pretty good exercise. But now you’ve got some work to do.”

She lay down on her stomach and I knew she wanted her favorite afterplay, so I dutifully lay down between her legs and gently ran my tongue up along her ass crack. Then I parted her with my hands and ever so lightly circled her most intimate spot, and she sighed with pleasure.

Finally, the tip of my tongue touched the center of her asshole, and as I held it there she raised her hips in anticipation. “Oh my God,” she cried as I entered her. “Yes Baby, that’s it, fuck my ass with your tongue.” I pushed it into her as deep as I could.

The world never made more sense to me than when I was worshiping the asshole of the woman who had just given me enormous pain. Usually Daicy just relaxed and revealed the feel of my tongue inside her, but this time she reached under herself seeking her pussy. As my tongue explored her ass she rubbed herself to another orgasm, moaning and bucking underneath me.

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