WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 68: PUNISHED BY MY HORNY HUSBAND (1)

CHAPTER 1

I woke up naked with my back on the floor and my hands and feet leashed to the bedpost. Paul must have moved me last night after I’d passed out in his lap. I blinked my eyes and felt the crusty drool and cum flake off and fall to the floor. I stretched my aching muscles and winced when I felt the ache in my already wet pussy from where my husband had spanked it last night. Paul’s soft snores were the only sound breaking the silence in our dark room as my hand crept down to my swollen clit. I had barely woken up, and my body was controlling itself as my mind tried to clear the fog of sleep. I reached a finger into my cunt to rub my silky smooth fluids onto my needy clit.

Visions of yesterday flashed through my mind, and my fingers sped up, sending shooting pain into my stomach followed by electric ecstasy. I closed my eyes and clearly saw myself kneeling in front of Paul and sucking his dirty toes into my mouth. The vision combined with the constant feeling of filth that I was currently covered in brought me higher, ever closer to that edge that I longed to fly over. The visions changed to having my ass beaten that first night. I could still feel the aching bruises on my ass as I ground my fingers deep into my pussy.

The final vision was that of spreading my legs for my Master and husband Paul, knowing that I was offering my most tender parts for him to abuse, to

 wound, to torture. My consciousness was petrified from fear of the pain, but my subconscious spread my legs, knowing that I needed it, that I deserved my punishment. With every flash of the belt that went through my mind, my hand moved my cunt ever closer to that edge. The vision played on repeat as I tried to go over the edge, but I never could quite make it over.

“What are you thinking about, my filthy slut?”

Paul, who had been sleeping when I started touching myself, was standing over me, his beautiful and ravenous cock dangling over my face.

“I was thinking about yesterday, about how you controlled me and punished me, Sir. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

My hand was still grinding itself into my clit, trying its best to push me over the edge. My cunt was a hungry bitch that needed a release.

“Then move your hand and I’ll help you to get your release.”

I reluctantly moved my hand away, and he knelt down beside me. Suddenly his strong hand slapped my thigh, leaving fingerprint marks that would later turn into bruises. The pain wasn’t as great as other punishments I’d had in the last 48 hours, but it still stung enough to push me just a bit closer to the enormous cum that was welling up inside of me.

“Please Sir, use me! I need to feel like your slut!”

 I begged Paul, and he turned to smile a sadistic grin at me. One hand went to my face and the other to my hungry cunt. Three fingers stretched my cunt as two went down my throat. His fingers spreading and moving in both holes. My pussy tried to push his fingers out with every gag, but they were immovable. I felt like I had to vomit, but there was nothing in my stomach, and so all that came up was throat slime. He pulled his fingers out of my throat and slapped me hard across the face. The sound resonated in the almost silent room.

“Now slut, I’m about to put my cock in your cunt. You had better gush for me or I’m going to stop using you, and you’ll go the rest of the day without cumming.”

The thought of being unable to cum when he was going to use me like a filthy whore all day terrified me. I closed my eyes, focusing entirely on the sensations surrounding my body as he removed his hand from my pussy. He climbed on top of my body, spreading my leashed legs wide and picked up my hips. With a single thrust, he filled me completely, his cock slamming deep into the back of my cunt.

The pain and pleasure were a perfect mix as I began to convulse around him. He reached to my arms and held them to my chest with a vice-like grip. I struggled without success as he forced himself into me over and over again. I could feel every flex of his cock as he ravaged my fuck hole.

“Do you feel my cock stretching out that swollen cunt?”

 My entire body jolted with every thrust, and I could feel my back being rubbed raw on the carpet.

“Yes!”

I screamed, my voice echoing around me. His cock kept pounding me. My pussy was convulsing around him, and waves of flame rose out of my abused pussy, filling every inch of my being and I lay still in complete pain until the soothing rush of orgasm flood my cunt, putting out the fires of pain and filling me instead with bliss as my pussy tried to push his cock out of me as wave after wave of my juices flowed out of me and splashed onto his pulsing cock. My body simply stopped functioning as the waves subsided, and my consciousness drifted to somewhere else, high on the orgasmic feelings that continued to pulse slowly from my cunt.

Paul quickly pulled his dripping cock from my slit and released his hold on me only to kneel over my face, his asshole resting right over my mouth.

“Lick my ass, slut.”

His voice seemed to control my body as I craned my neck up to begin to tongue fuck his ass. I could hear him stroking his cock, using my juices as lube. I spread his cheeks apart and licked, fucked, and kissed his ass, tasting my cum that had run down to his asshole. His strokes were getting faster, obviously enjoying my tongue.

“That’s it, slut, taste my ass, you filthy fucking whore.”