Your cock is beautiful – 34

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-34 Continues…..

Her whole body was trembling against me, and her hips were thrusting weakly forward. Her eyes were totally glazed, staring up at the ceiling but seeing nothing. Her orgasm seemed to last and last, as her body tensed and relaxed with the waves of pleasure. Tears were still streaming down her face, and she was gasping irregularly.

I was fascinated by her. I gently cupped her face, and she buried herself into my body, whimpering. I slid my finger down her body and into her pussy, and suddenly another orgasm was upon her, so powerful she squirted all over my hand.

This was incredible. She really was a masochist, able to cum from nothing but extreme pain. She was so beautiful.

Eventually her shaking and twitching stopped, and her body went limp.

“Stella.” I said gently.

She reacted to my voice, but didn’t speak. She turned to look at me, seeming to be possessed by some barely conscious level of instinct. She grabbed painfully onto my hair and pulled herself close to me, then pressed her head against my neck and breathed deeply, in and out.

“Stella…” I whispered.

This time she didn’t move. She just clung to me, shaking.

I’d read about this, so I wasn’t too worried about her. I was actually excited. This was a level of submission and masochism that few people could reach, a complete emptiness of mind and body. From what I’d read, some people weren’t even convinced it was possible, but here it was, right in front of me.

I just held her, and watched her, gently stroking her hair from her face, until I realized I was sitting in a puddle of water and she should probably be in bed right now.

“Stella, I need you to stand up.” I said gently, trying to stand her.

She barely reacted, needing me to practically lift her onto her feet and hold her there. It was a few minutes before she seemed able to take her own weight, and still clung tightly to me even when she could.

“Just wait here for a second, sweetheart.” I whispered in her ear. “Just stand right here.”

I ran out of the kitchen and over to the bag I’d brought my clothes in, barely registering that I was now walking around naked in Stella’s house. I took my camera out of my bag and sprinted back to her.

She was exactly how I left her, standing unsteadily in the middle of the room. She’d spilled water on her thin yellow lingerie, which was now transparent enough to show her dark, hard nipples through it. Her yellow panties were still bunched around her knees, and her arms were crossed in front of her stomach defensively.

But it was her expression I was most interested in. The tears streaming down her face had blurred her makeup, but her eyes were wide and her lips parted. She had such a look of complete peace and bliss that it took my breath away.

I snapped a few quick pictures of her in that state, then moved behind her to get a complete view of her abused ass, and her wet pussy which was dripping with my cum.

I was fast with this; she needed to get to bed, that was obvious, but I couldn’t not capture this moment.

Getting her up the stairs was its own ordeal, as I had to guide her up each step. She was limping badly, and I knew it wasn’t really from the physical damage. I’d seen women online take twice as many, on some occasions even ten times as many lashes with a variety of different tools. But the pain I had given her had been enough to make her like this, to clear her mind so completely…

I finally got her into bed, only stopping to strip her. She lay down on her side, and curled up in a ball. I ran out to the bathroom and grabbed some lavender scented lotion that promised to be kind to sensitive skin, and a small pack of wipes that were on the sink.

I sat down next to her, took her in my arms, and reached over to gently spread the lotion over her bruised cheeks, making her whimper and moan. As I finished, I squeezed her gently, almost playfully, and was surprised when she jerked forward and started to shake again. She was cumming again, this time from nothing more than a touch. She pushed her head against my shoulder as her orgasm took her, and I wrapped my arms around her. The sounds she was making sounded almost distressed.

“It’s ok, sweetheart” I said soothingly, “It’s ok.”

I didn’t know how I was supposed to be treating her right now. I’d read about after care and things like that, but when I was faced with this almost catatonic, yet hyper-sensitive woman, I was somewhat lost.

I gently wiped away the make up smeared on her face, then just cuddled her until she started to relax, counting down the minutes until she was asleep. When she went totally limp in my arms, I gently laid her to the side and went back downstairs.

I picked my clothes up off the kitchen floor, finding them damp. Maybe I should have used smaller glasses for my little game. I mopped up the puddle she made, then swept up the glass, putting it in the trash. Hopefully her parents wouldn’t notice one missing. I made sure to tidy away any trace of your session, then locked the door and turned off all the lights. Just like the night before, I was faced with the choice of where to sleep, except this time it didn’t feel right to leave her alone.

When I went back into her room she was still asleep, but seemed to be sobbing quietly to herself. I lay down beside her and took her into my arms again. I didn’t know if she could even notice my presence in this state, but the very least I could do was to comfort her.

I softly kissed her head a few times, then started to relax beside her. She gasped in her sleep and dug her fingers into my shoulders. Was she dreaming already? Or was she still just reacting to the pain? I had no idea. I just tucked the blankets in behind her and stroked her hair away from her face.

I remembered, barely, to set an alarm for about 4 hours away. I wanted to talk to her before the morning, before the real world intruded. I just hoped she’d be somewhat recovered by then.

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I woke up just a few minutes before the alarm, strangely. I switched it off and looked at the woman lying next to me. She seemed to have calmed down since earlier, and now was in a true, deep sleep.

I caressed her cheek, and softly called her name.

She awoke slowly, moaning softly as she came back to life. Once she opened her eyes, however, she suddenly pulled away from me.

She glared at me almost angrily, and bunched up the covers in front of her, hiding herself.

“Are you Ok?” I asked.

“Of course I’m not fucking Ok.” she spat bitterly.

I frowned at her.

“Hey.” I said soothingly, “What’s wrong?”

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