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“Please.” I say. “Please.”
Sometimes “please” means “hold me, love me, make me safe…” Sometimes it means “choke me, use me, hurt me, fill me up and let me gag on your cock.”
I don’t always know what I’m begging him for when I say please.
He does, though.
I beg, a lot. I beg him to touch me, kiss me, hurt me, fuck my throat and my ass. My pussy pleads to him without words, wet, waiting and incapable of holding still.
I need.
I ache.
I beg.
I’m naked and vulnerable and on my knees in front of him, begging him to fuck my throat and I’ve never been so fucking wet. I slap my tits and my pussy when he wants me to. I ask him if I can touch myself.
He lets me.
Until he doesn’t and I’ve never needed anything as much as I need his cock.
He ties me down. My ass is in the air. My pussy is dripping and waiting. He slaps my face. He covers my mouth and pinches my nose before making me beg for his cock in my mouth. He tells me I’m a good whore and lets me have just a bit of him inside my pussy for a minute. He shoves a vibrator inside of me, warns me not to let it come out.
I beg him to use me, to own me. I desperately want to be a better, filthy whore for him. I’m ashamed of myself for the things I say to him, beg him for. I know he can see my shame and my pussy absolutely floods.
I beg.
Slap me.
Choke me.
Call me your whore and mean it.
Teach me.
Fill me.
Deny me.
Punish me.
Fuck me.
Anywhere, everywhere.
Hurt me.
Love me.
He pushes me past limits I didn’t know existed. He twists the strands of my pleasure, pain, fear and shame together until all I can identify is need. It is heavy, pulsing. Its torture and its ecstacy and I never want it to end.
He counts down from ten and I cum on command.
The core of me is still quivering from orgasm but my hips keep rocking, seeking, begging him for more of his cock without words. This ache, this need refuses to be quieted.
I beg.
Slap me.
Choke me.
Call me your whore and mean it.
Teach me.
Fill me.
Deny me.
Punish me.
Fuck me.
Anywhere, everywhere.
Hurt me.
Love me.
He is deep inside of me when I cum again and I scream. Pain. Pleasure. Fear. Shame. There is no name for the intensity of my orgasm. I’m shaking and only barely holding onto reality and panic overcomes me.
He holds me, calms me. He is my home, my heart. He tells me I’m safe and loved. He kisses me and then I’m begging him for more cock again..
I want it in my ass. I know I’m not ready for it yet. I know it’s going to hurt and I still can’t wait to feel him cum inside of my ass. He won’t let me have it.
Fuck, I need.
I’m begging him to fuck my mouth, my throat. He won’t let me have all of his cock.
I ask him if I’m enough and he promises I am but he still makes me beg.
I’m too wet, too ready and when he finally shoves the entirety of his cock into my pussy something inside of me fucking melts.
“Devin?” I whisper-scream. I don’t know what I’m asking.
“Yes, Baby.”
“I can’t. I don’t. I can’t” I think the words, say the words and I have no idea what they mean. “Please. Jesus. Devin. Please.”
“Please what, Baby?” He asks.
I want to answer him but the orgasm that surges through me won’t allow me to speak. “Please.”
I meant to say,
“Please,
Slap me.
Choke me.
Call me your whore and mean it.
Teach me.
Fill me.
Deny me.
Punish me.
Fuck me.
Anywhere, everywhere.
Hurt me.
Let me be your whore for the rest of our lives.
Love me.”