I knew I was going to come…
I just knew it…
Deeper and deeper they both worked on me…
Dominique keeping my face tightly secured in his thighs…
Until finally, like a bomb, I just exploded.
There was nothing else I could do!
It was all beyond my control now…
They'd turned me into a bi-sexual animal, needing punishment as well as reward, thriving on pain as well as pleasure, until the sensations ran together and coming led in my inner body…
Until my head was just driven crazy by all they did to me…
"Mmmmmfff…"
I was sobbing and moaning, and the message was clear to the both of them…
I was going to come…
I was going to shoot…
I was going to shoot my load right into them… the both of them…
"Yeah, baby… yeah… suck me… suck me…"
Over and over…
And over…
Until finally, I was coming…
I was shooting my stuff and going crazy with it…
I knew I was spending, and it made me delirious…
I just wanted to keep on spending the rest of my life…
Until finally, Clifford pulled his prick out of me, and Dominique got off.
My face.
They both looked at me.
Dominique bent over, without saying a word, and kissed me right on my mouth.
"Lovely…" she said, and then, turned and left the room.
I tried to get free, to sit up, but I realized that it was hopeless, once more.
"Where… where is she going," I asked Clifford. He smiled.
"She has to go now." It's just us, I thought.
Clifford went for a bottle of baby oil that was sitting on the table next to the bed.
I watched him as his cock remained hard!
He was an unbelievable lover.
I mean, once his cock woke up, it never went to sleep!
I'd never seen a man who could stay as hard for as long as he could…
It was a gift…
A lover's gift…
And I knew that every woman in America would give anything to be able to lie with him.
Even if it meant being tied.
Even if it meant being beaten.
Especially beaten!
Yah!
He was an expert at heightening the sexual pleasure of any woman… by whipping them and punishing them…
I can testify to that.
I've never felt anything like that before… the intense heat of a post-beating sexual encounter…
Like now.
My body was still fibrillating from all the punishment it had taken…
And then… finally, Clifford was opening his palm and pouring some of the oil onto it.
He looked at me and smiled.
I tried to smile back, still spread-tied with my arms over my head.
And then he began.
He put the oil all over my face!
He was washing me with it, making sure that every inch of my skin was glistening up there!
And I loved it!
Even more when he started to apply it to every inch of my body!
I was helpless to resist, while he continued to bathe me in the warm oil.
"Ohhhh…"
"Yeah… baby… it's so good, isn't it… you really like it don't you…"
"Yes…"
He knew it…
And now, he was oiling my tits… paying special attention to my nipples… to my sore, but erect nipples…
He was working them really hard now… making sure they were erect.
And as he did so, I couldn't help but start to moan some more…
It was just too much to take… Just too much!
"Ohhhhh… ohhhh…"
"Feels good, doesn't it… doesn't it, Justine…"
"Yes…"
"You want me to oil up your entire body, don't you…"
"Yes… ohhh…"
"It's a treat for you, isn't it…"
"A treat… yes… a treat…"
"Beg me…"
He said it as casually as if he were asking for the weather.
And it crossed my mind that I shouldn't… that I shouldn't beg him… that it wasn't right…
But I couldn't resist. He was too much…
He was too strong and to alluring to resist.
I had to…
I'd do anything for him…
Just anything.
"Please… ohhh… please… please…"
"Please what…"
"Oil me… oil me up… please…"
He grinned.
He was getting just what he wanted…
And I have to admit, so was I!
Now, my entire body was coated with the stuff…
And I was hot and sweaty, my pores unable to release the sweat that I was building up.
He grinned once more and this time he was climbing on top of me.
He was going to hick the shit out of me!
Again.
And now, with my body so slick, it would be easy for him to slide up against me and roll and push and pull me…
I was on fire…
"Ohhhh… fuck me… fuck me… ooohh… Clifford…fuck the shit out of me… Clifford…"
I was going crazy…
How much could one woman take.
Finally, when I thought I was going to really lose it, he came again, and then, shortly afterward, untied me.
And when he did, I was told, rather abruptly, that I was free to go.
I didn't understand.
I wasn't even going to be allowed to take a shower.
I had to leave all greased up.
More torture.
But I did.
And I didn't complain.
Because I was hooked.
Addicted!
I was addicted to him and I was going to have to do whatever it was he wanted.
Always…
Because no one could ever fuck me like he could.
Or beat me.
Or torture me!
Or do anything he wanted with me.
I'd been trained very well… by a master… and I coveted that.
So much so that I was now oblivious to all other advances.
None of the men I'd been kind of dating before I met Clifford were able to even get me out for a drink.
And I stopped going to the singles bars.
I was content, for the first time in a long time, and I was loving that.
Now…
For the first time, I was wishing my phone would ring every night!
And then…
Finally, after another two weeks, I got the call.
From Clifford.
The call I lived for.
"I want you hear for another session," he said.
I told him I'd be ready when the limo came. He hung up.
I wondered, as I bathed, how many other women he had like this… how many he kept dangling… how many he was tying up and ministering to.
But I couldn't even get jealous.
Me.
The most jealous woman in the world.
It just goes to show you…
With the right cock, you'll do anything… and love it.
Now, though, it was all I could to get myself together.
I was so excited!
What new and exciting plan did he have for me…
By the time the limo came I could feel the wetness between my legs.
I got in and took the now familiar drive over the George Washington Bridge, into New Jersey, to where Clifford's private little castle of pleasure was.
The house was there, as usual, non-descript on the well-kept block.
And then we were out of the car and walking up to the front door.
It opened and the chauffeur disappeared.
There was Clifford, once more…
Resplendent in his silk robe.
And silk smile.
"Come in," he said to me.
I followed.
He took my light wrap and looked at my outfit.
Stockings, garter belt and high heels, under a wide pleated skirt that was very fetching, and a simple cotton top.
Easy clothes to get rid of.
He offered me a drink.
I took it and sat down, crossing my legs, letting the skirt hike up a bit, catching him staring at my legs.
"I have something very special planned for us this evening," he said as he sipped his drink softly.
That sent a heat wave through my spine!
I loved it when he teased me about what was to come.