Bruise Ban

I'm on a one week bruise ban. From Sunday to Friday, I've sworn of bruises. No biting, no choking. Just gentleness. 

I know, I don't like it either, but I have to do a medical thing on Friday morning... It wouldn't look good.

Tonight I caught up with my friend who chokes me sometimes. I explained the ban.

Tonight we ended up kissing, watching a movie. Touching gently. We curled up on the couch, my legs over his lap, him pulling me in. Kissing my lips and cheeks and neck. Running his fingertips through my hair, looking at my face and smiling.

It was all quite sweet...

We wandered into the bedroom, and he undressed me really slowly. He unclipped my new bra, and slipped the matching black and gold lace panties to the floor. He lay me back on the bed, and pinned my legs slightly apart between his. 

He stroked my clit softly, looking to my eyes, watching my breathing. My legs trembled as I came. He pushed me close to coming then slowed down just a tad. Leaving me squirming and desperate. By the time he was on top of me I was wet, desperate. Wanting his chest pressed against mine, with his cock deep inside me.

He kissed me, putting on the condom carefully, then slipped his cock inside me carefully, watching my eyes as he did. His fingers dug into my sides a little, pleasure evident on his face.

I started to come, it only took two minutes with him inside me to get there. He pushed in and out, comfortably, my legs shaking just a little. I came, digging my fingers into his back... 

He kissed me as I came. He pushed me really hard at one point, and I came so hard I could actually feel my wetness dripping. My heart raced.

He stroked my neck softly as I came. No pressure, just a trigger to help push me up over the edge again.

Then he stopped.

I don't mean came, he pulled out, curled up next to me and kissed my neck.

I suggested we should continue and he said it was ok. As though he didn't want to. 

Maybe I've lost my touch?

Bee

There was a girl. Once upon a time. She was a very good friend of mine.


We met while I worked with her best friend.


Over time him and I became very close. Sleeping together a few times. Him and I were incompatible. I was in my 23 and sleeping with a teenager. Granted he was 18, but I still felt a little... strange. Younger man and all.


He eventually fell in love, I invariably didn't. He sent his best friend, Bee, to do recon. Our group of friends, her now included, ended up drinking together, partying together, her working her way through my defences at his request, to seek information about why I didn't feel the same.


Eventually I came to trust her and I laid it out for her. He was trying to make me be his mother, and I wasn't ready for a teenage child.


She explained this to him, over and over and over. Painfully. Breaking his heart repeatedly. I broke it over and over. The kid was a masochist. He kept coming back, and I'd serve him up a fresh plate of heart ache. 


She got angry with him, resenting him putting himself in the position to have his heart broken. She ended up bonding with me over our mutual dislike of kicking this kid when he was down.


Our bond over hurting him was strangely compelling. She took to spending girls nights at my house, watching action movies, playing guitar hero. We spent Friday through Sunday together. Sometimes more. 


She's taller than me. I'd guess 168 cm tall. Average build, but muscular. Large firm breasts, light brown hair, green eyes. Her eyes are a little more hazel than mine.


She was sleeping with a guy. An engaged guy with a pregnant fiance. They'd been sneaking around for sometime. Eventually she broke it off with him. I picked up the pieces of her broken heart, lying naked in my backyard, bathing in the sunshine of late spring. Months went by. Three days a week, we'd sunbathe and talk.


With how close we'd become, and the public knowledge that we were both bisexual, rumours started. Whispers. People would stare and wonder. 


She was an exhibitionist. She revelled in the attention. She'd walk up behind me in front of our mutual friends and slip her hands around my waist, resting her chin on my shoulder. Brushing my hair off my cheek. She loved to tease them. Torture them. 


One night, we'd been out partying. It had been a long night. Her, my boss and I wound up catching a taxi to my place for a nightcap. Nothing unusual, really. 


He made a joke about us being sexy lesbians. She kissed me, just to tease him. He was in a committed relationship. He wouldn't touch us. She was just being a tease. 


"You're bad" he remarked. 
"Yes, she is" Bee agreed.


She pushed me back in a chair opposite him, getting down on all fours. Looking over her shoulder, ass exposed a little because of her short dress.


"Should I lick her?" she asked. "Maybe I should punish her for being naughty with my tongue."


He froze. Stunned. I looked at her eyes wide. She winked. I wasn't sure if she was serious or playing. Either way, I was wet. 


She licked my lace panties with her tongue. I shivered slightly. 


"Look him in the eye" she whispered in a firm voice. Barely audible, but the directness was unmistakeable.


I obeyed instantly.


I looked him dead in the eye, and she immediately reached inside my lace panties, pushing two fingers straight inside me and as she got all the way in, she applied pressure to my clit with her thumb.


I shook immediately. The eye contact between BossMan and I wasn't breaking. She licked my clit softly, flicking it. I came in seconds. 


He sat there. Staring at us. 


That's how it all started.


She took to teasing me in public. Spanking me sometimes, kissing my neck, nibbling my ears, stroking the back my thighs under a skirt.


She pushed me into the store room at work. One night she even kissed me in front of her heartbroken best friend, just because she could. She wasn't always nice, but she was always a tease.


We ended up close. Very close. A perfect understanding. At night, sometimes we'd watch a movie, sometimes we'd fuck. But every day, we'd end up naked in my yard, talking together, lying in the sun. 


Months went past. The lazy spring weather of October turned to a chilly Autumn in April. The sunshine days were fewer.


My birthday came. We kissed, we partied. She pinned my wrists against a wall in a pub and let a very beautiful lesbian kiss me, tease me. Bee knew how to drag me outside my comfort zone. Make me feel beautiful and dirty in the same heartbeat.


We spent the night apart. Her best friend having a final breakdown at seeing us together. He's never spoken to me since.


During the cooler months of that Autumn, she fell in love. She fell in love with a guy who controlled her. So she lied, manipulated, cheated. I helped her. I gave her alibis, I manipulated his trust. Even though he considered me a friend.


Her and I stopped sleeping together, we just kept teasing guys occasionally. Just for fun. I was happy to help her get her exhibitionist fix.


One day he caught on. He realised I knew more than I'd let on.


He caught me by the wrist, put me on the spot and asked me a question I couldn't cover. The time it took me to think of a good answer was too long, the lie obvious. 


Caught in the depths of her bad lies, tangled in more than a year of deceit. I let it slip. I told him some of the truths. Since the day I told him a whisper, she's not said a word.


I don't miss her for the sex as much as I miss her for the companionship. For the fun. For her big hazel-green eyes and beautiful smile. 


Don't you wish sometimes that you could just fix it? Even when you can't.

Lets talk about sex...

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Six

Last night...


Well I saw Punk last night. It started easily, a few drinks and gentle kisses on the couch. Then after a while he grabbed me by the back of the hair and marched me to the bedroom.


Things get a little dizzy and hazy on the order, but I'll do my best to remember them in order. I came so many times that it's all a little hazy.


He got me into the bedroom and threw me onto my knees. Hard. My knees are bruising up already. I hit the floor, my minidress flicked up, exposing my ass, covered with just a little pink lace g-string. I looked over my shoulder, as he brought his hand down on my ass. Hard.


Over and over. He slapped my ass cheeks. I cried out in pain. It hurt so wonderfully. My ass was red and raw. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me around on my knees and unzipped his pants with my face held against the crotch of his pants.


Pulling his cock out, he dragged my lips over it. I fondled his balls and sucked his cock hard. He was rough, dragging my head up and down. He forced his cock into my throat until I gagged hard.


He dragged me up onto the bed and bent me over. I was on my hands and knees, and he pulled my panties down to my knees. He shoved his tongue hard into my ass. He was rough, then he shoved two of his fingers in my pussy hard. 


He forced his fingers into my ass a moment later. My body shook with orgasms, I was dizzy and tipsy. I was orgasming endlessly.


The exact order of events gets more hazy after several orgasms, but he spent hours exploring my body, shoving his cock in my ass, my pussy, down my throat. 


He slapped me in the face, made me beg for his cock with a fist full of my hair, my juices dripping from him, holding my lips just near the end of his cock.


He pinned my ankles to the bed, with my knees resting firmly against my shoulders and licked my pussy and ass, then shoved his cock in my ass then my pussy then back to my ass.

He lifted me up, pushing my back against the wall, dropping me down on his cock over and over and over.


He pulled me to the end of the bed, bent me over it, fucking me hard in the ass, fingering my pussy, stopping just before I came. 


He put his hand over my mouth, and one around my throat so I couldn't breathe, and fucked me until I passed out. Four times. Over and over and over.


My breathing was desperate, ragged, intense. He bit my shoulder to bring me back, his cock still deep in my ass.


He threw me on my knees and jerked his cock hard, brushing the tip against my face. He shoved his cock hard down my throat, making me gag. He ordered me to look up at him. I did as he came hard down my throat, his hands digging into the back of my neck.

He loved listening to me gag on his cock, so he lay me on my back, slapped my face, slapped my tits, shoved his balls into my mouth, he hung my head over the edge of the bed and shoved his cock down my throat hard. He fucked my mouth so roughly and when he wanted to feel it, hear me gag, he wrapped his hands tightly around my throat making it so hard to breathe. 


It didn't take long, he was back fucking me, my pussy and my ass.


He shoved his cock in my pussy and fucked me, my legs over his shoulders, me coming constantly. He held me by the throat and made me look into his eyes, as he forced his cock back into my ass.


The second orgasm came faster, and he came deep in my ass.


I got up, while he closed his eyes for a moment and packed my things together. I thought he was asleep, and I started hunting for my little tiny dress. 


"Looking for this?" he held up my dress.
I went to snatch it. He pulled me across his lap, and spanked my ass over and over and over. He shoved his fingers into my pussy. 
"I told you I wanted to wake up next to you"


He started to roughly finger fuck my pussy. As I was about to come, he pulled them out, made me lick them, then shoved them back in my ass.


He fingerfucked my ass for a while, when he was done, he pulled his fingers out, and dragged me onto the bed and held me tight. He was exhausted. It was well and truly late into the night, and he'd been fairly athletic with me. We'd been at it for nearly 8 hours. He'd had me bent over, up against the wall, on my knees, he'd shoved his cock roughly everywhere he could, spanked me, slapped me, back handed me, forced me to masturbate in front of him until I came while calling me every name he could think of. He was exhausted.


I didn't sleep, I curled up silently. His tight grip around my wrist and the fact the front door was keylocked made me sure there was no easy way out.


I waited calmly.


The next morning he awoke, we dressed and went for a drive for coffee.


I wanted to go home, but I didn't want to upset him.


We came back and went through the door. He was a 'gentleman' and let me go first. He caught me on the way through in a headlock and dragged me to the kitchen counter.


He bent me over it, bit my shoulder through my dress, pulling my clean black lace panties aside. He tried to shove his cock straight into my pussy, but even though I was wet, I was far too tight.


He dragged my right knee up and put it on the counter, lifting my hips slightly so I couldn't touch the floor with the toes on my left foot. He leaned down and spat on my pussy lips, using the head of his cock to spread them around, slapped me and shoved his  fingers in my mouth. He pressed his cock into my pussy forcing it past the threshold. It hurt a little, feeling tight and abused from the night before. 


He grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged my head back and fucked me as hard as he could. My hips ground against the counter. He came in my pussy this time. As he finished he stroked my hair, smoothing down the mess he'd made.


I was ready to leave, my make up was tidy enough and a quick smooth of my hair. He walked me to my car, pussy still dripping with his come.


I was exhausted. Fucked hard. Worn to the absolute limit.


He kissed me goodbye with his hand around my throat.


He promised me we'd play a game, I mentioned it before, "How many fingers can Punk fit in SSB?" 


Six. Three in my pussy with three in my ass. It was tight as hell and it hurt. But six. He's determined to fit more next time.


xxSSB