Your cock is beautiful – 39

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-39 Continues…..

I slowly gripped the handles of one of her clamps with the ends of my fingers, careful not to move it, or to touch her directly. I squeezed, releasing the warm metal from her body, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

And then she froze again. She jerked her head back and let out a panicked whine, breathing heavily and not daring to move. After being clamped for so long, the blood was rushing back into her abused nipple, flooding it with sensation. With pain.

“Oh, that’s right.” I said, “I’ve heard these things are actually more painful when you take them off.”

She didn’t seem to hear me, but just kept making this high pitched squeak of panic with every breath.

“Better take the other one off too, just to be safe.” I said reaching up.

She shifted her body backwards, as if to avoid me. I laughed, and grabbed her clamped nipple hard, twisting it roughly before yanking the clamp off it.

She screamed through the gag, tears running down her cheeks.

And then she came. Hard.

Her pussy convulsed and spasmed so powerfully that I gasped with pleasure. She screamed again as her orgasm assaulted her.

I threw my head back, and my hips thrust upwards almost of their own accord. I grunted and grabbed her hips, trying to fuck her while still buried inside her.

I suddenly grabbed her tits with both hands, digging my fingers deep into the soft flesh and twisting my palms against her hard nipples.

Her orgasm was either extended or repeated by this as her body shook with continued pleasure. The sensation around my cock was unbelievable; I didn’t think I’d ever felt her cum this hard before. Without moving again, the sensation was enough to trigger my own orgasm.

I practically roared as I filled her frenzied pussy with my cum, then gasped at the sheer amount of pleasure I was feeling.

She fell on top of me, squeaking and squealing as her body still shook. My cock stayed buried inside her, and I thrust deeper into her a few times as my long orgasm ended.

We lay for a few minutes just recovering. She didn’t make any move to sit up, or to free herself. She just lay on top of me, shivering. Her face was against my chest and she was breathing heavily. I reached up into her hair and pulled it gently, before burying my face into it and kissing the top of her head.

Eventually, when my mind had returned from wherever the pleasure had banished it to, I gently lifted her face, undid her gag and pulled it off.

She breathed out heavily across my chest, then sucked in a huge breath. She didn’t speak.

Without sitting up, I reached behind her to undo the strap holding her arms. She let them fall limply to her sides, but still didn’t move.

I slowly sat up, holding her body. She let herself be moved, and when I was upright she was still leaning all her weight against me. For a second I wondered if she’d passed out.

I slipped the blindfold off, holding her face in front of me so I could see her eyes. They seemed huge, the vivid green dwarfed by her dark pupils before they shrank in the light.

Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound. She seemed stunned. I wiped a tear away from her eye with my finger, then cupped her face in my hand. She closed her eyes tight and leaned into my grip, sobbing heavily as she rubbed her cheek against my palm.

She wrapped her arms weakly around me and clung to me, pressing her face into my neck.

“I’m sorry…” she wept quietly, “I’m so- sorry…”

Her body shook with sobs, interrupting her words.

“I didn’t muh- mean to… I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop- stop it…” she stuttered, “I couldn’t buh- beg… I sssorry…”

I held on to her, kissing her head a few times.

“It’s okay sweetheart…” I said, trying to reassure her, “It’s okay, you’re a good girl.”

“I’m sorry…” she whispered.

I held her as she continued to cry, gently shushing her and stroking her head. I had to fight down my feelings of anxiety and panic. Once again I found myself wracked with guilt for causing such a bad reaction in her, but still couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it on a deeper level, my cock threatening to get hard again. I tore her apart and still she clung to me, seeking comfort from me.

Eventually she settled, her cheeks drying, though she still sobbed occasionally.

I just lay down, holding her against me, and reached over to turn off the light. I didn’t know what she was feeling now, at that moment. Were these tears of frustration? Of pain?

Or maybe they were tears of relief? Of release?

“Sleep now, sweetheart.” I told her gently, “Just go to sleep.”

I felt her nod against my chest, and sigh deeply.

Within a few minutes she was out cold, and it wasn’t long before I joined her.

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I woke up to the alarm, and quickly shut it off.

Mia slept soundly, looking wonderfully peaceful.

I felt a strange sense of understanding as I watched her. It was one of those weird moments where you seem to suddenly understand everything at once, even things you already knew.

For so long I’d seen her as just some bitch who hated me for no reason, who ruined my life. Then I saw her as just a slut who wanted my big cock, and was willing to do anything to get it.

Then as a latent submissive who had no idea about her real nature. Then as a stressed out over-achiever who’d do anything to find a way to relax. And now a willing participant, a submissive woman ready to explore this side of herself with me.

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