Make interpersonal relationships with my friend – 3

“Make interpersonal relationship with my friend” Part-3 Continues…..

“I wish I had that strap-on right now. When I get it I’m going to have to fuck you hard Johnson . I’m going to hold your hips and fuck you hard and deep,” she said, increasing her pace.

“I know Daicy,” I said, “you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

After another minute of this she pulled her fingers out. “I’m going to go wash my hands Sweetheart,” she said, “and then I’m going to whip you some more.”

She laid the belt down over my lower back and walked away, leaving me with my ass still stinging and knowing the worst was probably yet to come from the belt I could feel draped across me. I heard water running in the bathroom sink, and after a few minutes she was back.

“I’m going to take off the rest of my clothes now Johnson ,” she said, “and then I’m going to make myself cum while I whip you.” She seemed to instinctively know how it degraded me to not be able to see her body.

I heard the rustle of her disrobing and followed in my mind as I imagined her removing her top, bra and panties. “I’m sorry Johnson  but I’m so turned on… I guess this is going to hurt really bad now,” she said. Then she took up the belt and the whipping began again.

She whipped my already red ass even harder than before and I was on fire. She punished my ass from top to bottom and kept moving down until she was whipping the tops of my thighs. The pro dominatrix didn’t whip me this hard and my eyes began tearing up.

Finally I broke and started to cry. I sensed Daicy hesitating for a moment, but she quickly resumed whipping me as hard as she could. I was sobbing in gasping breaths like a small child and it was cathartic. As I cried I became aware of Daicy moaning and I knew she was pleasuring herself, my crying probably excited her even more.

Her moans became louder and louder until she suddenly dropped the belt and threw herself on top of me. I could feel her breasts on my back and her hand between my ass and her crotch as she frantically rubbed herself to orgasm. Her moans turned into cries and then a scream inches from my ear as she came hard.

She relaxed her full weight on top of me after her climax, panting. “Oh God Johnson !” she said, reaching down to run her hands over my face. I could smell her sex on her hands and I felt the sweat on her body. “Oh God Johnson , that was amazing. Oh Baby, that was so fucking good.”

She lay on me for at least 5 minutes, slowly grinding her body on mine, reaching around me to touch my cock and balls. “That was so good Baby, so good,” she repeated.

Finally she slid off me and walked away. She came back in a minute and began cutting through the tape around my ankles, freeing my legs. Then she walked around to my front and knelt down to do the same to my wrists. I lifted my head but could only see the top of her hair until she stood up.

I took in the sight of her lower body, wetness coating the insides of her thighs up to her sex. She moved beside me and, taking my arms, guided me off of the chair and to a standing position. Then she turned to face me and put her arms around me, holding me close as I embraced her as well, my cock pressed against her and the sweat from our bodies mingled.

“So good Johnson , that was so good Baby,” she said again, and we kissed passionately, rubbing our hands all over each other as we greedily explored each other’s mouths. After a few minutes of this we broke our embrace, took each other’s hands and stepped back from each other. I greedily took in the sight of her.

“How do you like me now?” she said, flashing me that crooked grin, and we both laughed.

“Daicy,” I said. I put my arms back around her and pulled her to me, “I think I love you.”

“I think I love you too Johnson ,” she said as we embraced and kissed again, running our fingers through each other’s hair.

“That was a hell of a first date,” I said to her.

“Was?” she said, “I didn’t think it was over Johnson . Can we keep going?”

“Hmm, sure I guess we can keep going Daicy,” I said, “but, uh… what do you have in mind for me next?”

She kissed me once more and turned my head to whisper in my ear, “I still want to whip your cock.”

“Oh God,” I said, “please don’t do that Daicy, it’ll hurt too much.”

“I thought you wanted me to?”

“You only have to listen for the safe words,” I whispered. “I like begging.”

“Oh… okay, right,” she said, kissing me again, “well, I think I like hearing you beg.”

“Please don’t whip my cock Daicy.”

“I’m sorry but I have to Johnson . Put your hands behind your back and stay here.”

She walked over to pick her jeans up off the floor and drew out the thin leather belt she was wearing, holding it up for me to see when she came back.

“I think this will work nicely Johnson .”

“Please don’t.”

“Stay still.”

She reached down and took the head of my still hard cock, held it up and quickly slashed her belt across the shaft. It hurt like hell.

“Oh God, that hurts Daicy!” I gasped.

“I know Baby, I’m so sorry,” she said. Then she quickly whipped my cock again, harder this time. I was quickly losing my erection.

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