Release

I meant to post this little bit ago, but I failed to do so. It is rather embellished, but I couldn't help but mix fantasy with the paler reality.

At work today my joints are popping, my thighs ache, and my collar is turned up to hide the palm and finger shaped bruises wrapping about my neck.

Ms. Lady and my dinner as “friends” lasted for about an hour. Our “friendship” ended moments after we were chatting on my big pink couch and I leaned forward and kissed her.

She pulled me forward and I moved my legs to straddle her. The neckline of my wrap dress pulled as my breasts strained forward. She grabbed my wrists and held them above her head as weeks of pent-up energy started to spill as we ran our tongues across each other. I pushed my pelvis down and forward and she rose to meet me groaning. She let my wrists go as she pulled my dress over my head. And there I was: knee high leather boots, bra, and skimpy panties anchored by my cunt in one of my favorite places.

She pushed me back and I wrapped my legs around her and we continued. Moving, grinding, pushing and straining. Her solid brown arms are strong and run down to muscular wrists and thick fingers. As I sucked and tongued each finger I ground my hips into her aching for her to plunge them into me. But, she would make me beg for it first.

She climbed up behind me as she threw me across the bed. “On your back” she commanded and all I could do was yield. She slapped at my thighs and forced my lips against hers harshly. She slipped my panties down and ran her finger lightly across the slight fur there and moved away when I moaned and arched forward. She begin to crush my nipple in her mouth, and then with her fingers. “Watch” she said as she held her fingers taut in front my nipple before she flicked it hard. When I gasped she did it again only much harder. When I writhed she continued but would wait until the pain of the anticipation equaled that of the flick. “Watch It” she growled and the pain from the flick blossomed across me from nipple to clit. And she did it again and again, relentless with her business. Back and forth with my nipple she went and while she did this she lightly stroked my lips and labia. When I pushed forward she spoke “No” and would slap me. At first slightly, playfully, but finally with the full force of her control behind it. Her breath came more and more ragged the further the game went.

At last she plunged her fingers deep and hard into me, two at first, and then three. I could feel my wetness running down the sides of my thighs. The sharp smack thud began as our friction made its own noise. Her fingers dug into my thigh as her other hand pulled my hips forward and pushed herself deeper. My head rolled back and I called out. Her words were ragged as she spoke them: “Ride it. Ride it Hard.” And, I did. Rocking myself shamelessly onto her begging for her to push harder and deeper. And, she did. She began to pound into me hard with a rhythmic time that matched each and every one of the movements of my hips. “Not yet. No. Don’t. You. Fucking. Come. Yet,” she growled. It made me gasp. I pleaded with her as I furiously worked my hips against her. Begging for it. “Please. Please. Fucking please. Oh god fucking. Please. Please. Lady please. Please let me. Oh god.”

Then I felt it. Felt the sharp, red, pain of her wrist turning slightly as she worked her thumb up and inwards. It hurt. It hurt a lot. And, I pushed down onto it as I felt the pain increase and blind me. I shrieked and moved with it, against it, anything as long as I could be connected to that which was giving this. I could feel the searing pain everywhere. My red abused nipples strained against the pain and my mouth was opened making guttural noises as I continued to push equal with her relentless pace. “Fucking take it. Take all it.” She began to stream out harsh words as she worked her way still deeper into me with a pace that was heart-wrenching, grinding, opening, blossoming, and live-giving. Cold tears began to run down my face.

Never missing a pace she bent my legs onto her shoulders and pushed herself in-between me, her hand still tearing into me. I began to whimper and scream at intervals as she crushed my body into an awkward fold. She turned her wrist and the pain moved in a new way causing me to shriek and push against it. Suddenly, her pace quickened and she began to go much deeper than before. Startled, I opened my tear-stained eyes and stared into hers and I took her with me to this hard, dark place. The deep push-suck-thud noise of her slamming into my dark wetness went an octave deeper as she began to pound at a striking, almost uncaring pace. Her breaths matched her rhythm and my gasps acted a counter beat as the pain from her pounding overwhelmed me. My cunt was crying, singing, as she bent down and bit my nipple with force that she had previously avoided. As she pinched it cruelly between her teeth, my gasps quickened, the pain roiled and she clenched out: “Come For Me. Come Now. Fucking Come For Me. With my hand in you like this. Come. Come. Come.” The pain was epic as she clenched her jaw with my nipple still between her teeth.

My voice pierced. My hips pushed her wrist into me and I came unbridled, working against her as the pleasure matched the pain and then eclipsed it. I called out and shrieked as my cunt stretched and swallowed all of her. The pleasure rolled on and on and on. The pain with the warmth rolling across me. Her rhythm was gone and in the spaces between manic pounding I could hear her own groan of pleasure. I arched and screamed in response as the blinding force of what her wrist was doing continued to peak and go further and further and further. Her hand in me, her on hand on me, my legs over her, me under her and everywhere the force of pain so perfectly measured it caused ecstasy.

I trembled as I came down; my breath catching in quick movements. She kissed me softly, soothing, and in a caress she released my legs. “Shhshhhh” she whispered tenderly while her lips gently kissed my breast, my neck, my lips, and my tears. As she drew her hand from inside me I whimpered; in response she cradled my body against her own. I melted into her.