The debauched tales of a broken heart
We decide to live out some of our darker fantasies. Through the roll of a di, we decide on one of yours.
You tie me to the bed, spread eagled, and play with me until I am just about to explode and then you stop. You attach clothes pegs to my nipples and leave and go out, leaving me there for hours in cold, dark, growing pain.
When you come back there is a man with you and you both undress and start to kiss. He has a much bigger cock than me. I beg you to remove the clips and you look at him and he says “No.” Then you straddle me on all fours, your face close to mine as he enters you from behind, making you gasp, and starts to fuck you. I cannot believe how much it hurts to see you with another man. You moan with delight and tell me how good it feels, how big he is, and I start to cry.
He is impressive and fucks you for ages without cumming but making you cum three times, thrusting himself into you, forcing the air from your lungs. Each time you cum you push your face closer to mine, letting me see just how good he makes you feel. I begin to sob and even though my heart is breaking, I feel shame and disgust at myself because I have an erection. You take hold of it and bring me close to orgasm again, stopping again at the vital moment, a wicked smile playing across your lips, leaving me twitching with frustration and sadness.
Just before he cums, he pulls out and shoots his thick white love all over your ass and back and thighs. Then you turn to face him, your rear in my face. He is stiff again almost immediately, and you take his cock in your mouth and have me lick his spunk off you. Again I feel the shame of self-hatred, realising that I am stiff, as the taste of him mingles with that of my own tears. The sound of you gagging on his size drills into my mind and soul like a fetid worm.
After, you climb off and he climbs on and fucks me. You watch, touching yourself, staring at him intently and you both cum together, your moans of pleasure accompanied by the sound of my sobs.