The Secret Life of a Teenage Nympho
By Juno Sanchez
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"Harder," I demanded. Maxwell slapped my ass again harder than Maxwell did the first time. The first time hurt so good, I almost came. This one was better. "Harder," I said again.
Maxwell hit me again. I took my spanking like a pro. I wanted him to make me feel every part of his hand as it landed on my ass. I still had my underwear on, but I felt the sting of his touch anyway.
"Take them off," was the last thing I said. Maxwell ripped my underwear from my body and tossed them across the room.
"Turn around," Maxwell ordered. I did as Maxwell told me and lay on my stomach.
Maxwell took me by the waist and raised me upward enough to put a pillow beneath my hips so that my young ass was arched as I lay on the bed. I looked over my shoulder to see what Maxwell was up to.
"Don't look at me," Maxwell ordered and then I felt his hand again.
"Ugh," I groaned. Maxwell hit me again. "Agh," I groaned.
With every slap, my ass was made redder and my dick got harder and harder. I almost felt like my veins were going to explode with the amount of throbbing it did. My shaft pulsed, my dickhead leaked precome, but I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I heard the metal clicking and knew he'd taken out the handcuffs. I squirmed, moving my naked body around deliberately to show my approval, my desire for it. Maxwell climbed over me and cuffed my hands together.
"Tighter," I begged him. Maxwell made them tighter.
He ran his hands down my back, starting at my shoulders and then down the middle until Maxwell was at my beautiful ass again. Maxwell cupped each cheek and massaged it, squeezing it hard, but gently at the same time, and then Maxwell spanked me again. Maxwell hit me harder and harder and I fucking loved every second of it. I forced my ass upward with every touch and closed my eyes to really enjoy being his bitch.
"Open your eyes," Maxwell ordered. I did, but only long enough to see him take out a soft, blindfold which Maxwell used to make my sight disappear again.
I was at his mercy. Maxwell could do whatever Maxwell wanted to me and I wouldn't be able to see or fight back, not that Maxwell would hurt me. Just knowing Maxwell could have me anyway Maxwell wanted turned me on more than anything ever could.
I felt his hands on my ass again, his thumbs inside my ass crack, on either side of my budding hole as Maxwell rubbed my flesh to his liking. My body responded to his touch in the only way it could. My temperature rose, my dick spilled more and more precome, and my back door throbbed to be opened. He didn't need to ask, my consent was implied. Maxwell licked my left cheek, then the right. Maxwell kissed my ass passionately before sinking his teeth forcefully into my flesh, causing me to groan in pleasurable pain.
His long tongue found the back door and rang the bell. I was home and more than willing to let him in. His tongue felt like a snake slithering through a maze and the deeper he went, the wetter I got, the hotter I got, and the more I wanted him do things to me most guys my age couldn't handle.
"Ugh," I moaned. I groaned. "Oh god, eat my ass, ugh, yes," I kept going.
I wanted more. I wanted him to go deep, so deep that he'd need a map to find his way out. Maxwell pressed his fingertips into my flesh and ate my ass like it'd never been eaten before, and I loved it.
"Fuck me," I panted, "fuck me now, I want you. I want to feel you inside me," I told him.
"Not yet," he replied. I knew from the tone of his voice that he had other plans for me and he wasn't done. He wasn't about to let me get off that easily.
"Don't move, not even a little," he ordered.
I didn't move a muscle, not even when the room went completely silent and I was alone. I only knew he was back when he gave me his next command. One I had no problem obeying.
"Turn over," Maxwell told me. I rolled over to my back. He took me by the ankles and pulled me toward the bottom of the bed. "Spread your legs," he commanded. I did.
He held my ankles and slowly slid his hands up my legs to the inside of my thighs, to my balls and throbbing dick. He held my sack in one hand and squeezed my dick with the other hand, purposefully sliding his hand up my shaft to my dickhead. He pulled my sack as he did, aggressively massaging my balls while I squirmed beneath him. Precome collected at the tip hole of my dick. I could feel it. I even felt it rolling through my shaft toward my piss opening. Maxwell's hand motion was deliberate to say the least. He forced all of my precome to the tip where it continuously oozed out in what can only be described as an orgasm before the orgasm.
"You precome a lot, I like that," he stroked my dick tightly. "You like the way that feels don't you?"
"Yes."
"You want me to... fuck you, don't you?" He rubbed the head of my dick.
The sensation was more than nerve shattering. My dick head was so sensitive to his touch. Every nerve ending froze as if I'd just been shot by a taser gun. More than hundred volts of electricity flowed through my body and every single one of them had his name written on them.
"Ugh..." I moaned again.
"Don't move," he ordered me again. I was ready for anything he had to give to me. I wanted everything he had to give to me.
"Ugh!" I moaned the loudest I had since we'd started and for good reason. The small nipple clamp he placed on my left nipple was cool and tight, its strength matched only by the one he placed on the right. He attached them with a chain as I lay, breath heavy, hormones raging, and body begging to be sadistically abused in the way I liked.
"Don't move," he said again. His constant command was a part of our sexual play and only served to heighten an already intense sexual lust I had for him.
I felt him by my ankles again. Maxwell cuffed my ankles with shackles. I was in complete ecstasy. "What do you want?" He asked.
"I want my ass pounded hard by your big dick. I want my ass pounded so hard that I pass out before you're done fucking my brains out. I want you to take me and treat me like the devil's plaything and when you're ready to climax, I want you close to my body while you thrust your dick inside."
"Is that all?" He laughed seductively.
He pushed my knees back toward my chest, slid his hands to my ankles again, and separated my legs as far apart as the shackles would allow, and then pushed my legs back over my head and forced me to hold them there, handcuffed and twisted in a fuck me, I'm defenseless body knot. My hole was exposed and unprotected. My dick slapped me in the face. He grabbed my dick again.
"Open your mouth," he said. I opened it and tasted the salty tip of my dick head. He pushed against my body and pulled my head forward so I could suck it. "That a boy, taste what you taste like, it's good isn't it?" He smirked. I could self-suck for hours. I could self-suck for hours while I got fucked like a little bitch. Trust me, I've done it before.
He continued to feed me my dick while my hole waited for him, and soon enough he found his way to it, but not before he choked my dick and balls with a leather cock ring fit for a pervert like me. Then he fucked me. He shoved his dick inside without apology. My hole popped open whether it was ready to or not. I was tight, but the pain was replaced with instant pleasure the moment he was all the way in and thrusting just like a guy who knew his rightful place in our sexual play. He was my Dominus and I was his sex slave. He fucked me hard, not stopping for anything or any reason, not even when a call came in on his cellphone. The only thing that mattered was battering my ass with everything that was his until I convulsed uncontrollably and came.
Sweat dripped down my body and his. I felt every inch of his nine and a half inch, cut dick. He used it as his own weapon of mass destruction, destroying whatever tightness I had as he continued to stretch my hole wider and wider. He penetrated me raw, shoving his dick so far inside my wanting body that I felt it in my spinal cord. Maxwell was my own personal rabid wolverine and I was his personal boy toy. This was the sexual greatness people spoke about between a sixteen year old and an adult. Who ever said man-boy sex had to be gentle? Whoever it was... they lied. This was how I liked it, rough... raw... handcuffed and shackled, and I had no intention of being set free.
He pulled out and changed the position we were in. I remained shackled, on my knees, blindfolded, well fucked, and ready for more. More is exactly what I got. He shoved me down, doggie style position and rammed his dick inside my asshole again, spanking me as he fucked wildly. I felt like a prison wife. The only thing missing was a tattoo across my ass that said I was his, though a tattoo wasn't necessary. Maxwell knew I was his and so did I. He made no announcement when he was close to coming and I only knew he came because he slammed hard against my body and groaned. He grabbed me tightly by the waist and squeezed my body as he shot his come load deep inside my body. If I were a woman, I would have gotten pregnant, but I'm not so all that come was mine.
"Ugh," I moaned. "Ugh!" I groaned. His dick was still hard inside of me.
I felt my balls swelled up to their maximum size and pulsing, I felt my dick throb and my dick head fill with so much blood that it really looked like a large mushroom, I felt my stomach tighten, I felt my breathing get heavy, I felt dizzy and hot and sweaty and ready.
"Oh god, ugh!" I groaned. I couldn't touch myself; I didn't need to touch myself. In a moment like nothing I ever felt before, come spilled from my dick like I was pissing. I groaned from the explosion, unsure of when it would end. The release was more than I could handle and I collapsed with Maxwell on top of me, exhausted, satisfied, and still wanting more...