Paganini's Tale, Chapter 10

Alice shook her head, astounded at the power she was feeling.
He was lying on top of her now, his prick gradually deflating,
slipping out of her sloppy cunt as it did. His skin was warm,
and his breaths quick. She still couldn't believe it: she had
come with such gut-twisting convulsions that now she felt she'd
been tackled. But she was equally ready to get up and join the
next play.
   He heaved himself up off her with a faint grunt, pulling free
completely from her pussy. She listened closely, trying still
to see through her blindfold. She could almost hear him moving
beside the bed, then felt the vibration on her left arm's
binding.
   She felt almost disappointed; she was being untied so soon.
But then she felt his weight on the bed. Her free arm was
pulled up and over, turning her on her side, still tied at
three corners. It hurt her hips just a bit to be twisted that
way, but not a pain she couldn't put up with. He untied her
gag, and Alice knew immediately why, and opened her mouth.
   She lapped at the air, licking her lips around, moistening
them to more easily slip around the cockhead that she knew
awaited her. He teased her, touching her lips or her
outstretched tongue with the very tip of his limp prick, still
covered in their combined come.
   Alice could smell him, then could almost touch him, but he
held his prick tantalizingly close without allowing her the
satisfaction of engulfing it in her warm mouth. She wanted to
clean it, suck off those juices, tumble his cock around in her
mouth like a tootsie pop.
   Her free arm was up in the air, free not at all; he held the
silk tightly above her, allowing her only a little head
movement. She lunged toward his crotch, and caught the side of
his prick between her lip-covered teeth; he groaned, and let
her take it.
   At this stage it was small enough to fit completely into her
mouth while still allowing her tongue room to move. Alice loved
it. Exploring the flesh of the man controlling her thrilled
her. He pushed his pelvis closer to her, rubbing her nose into
his pubic hair.
   She could feel him thickening in her mouth, could feel the
blood pulsing into his prick. Using her tongue, she pushed out
all but his head, then sucked him back to her inner throat
wall. Pushed him out, then pulled him back. Each suck brought
back a beefier piece of meat. On the twelfth pull, he was firm
enough to stay straight, and by the twentieth, his length began
to gag her.
   Breathing through her nose helped, but she was still short of
breath, and on one release gasped for air, pulling it around
the outside of his hard shaft. He hissed his pleasure, and so
she did it again, pulling him deep into the warmth and silky
smoothness of her mouth, then pulling back a bit and streaming
cold air around his pecker.
   "Now get it wet," he ordered her, and she stiffened up.
Always, whenever Larry wanted to try anal intercourse, she got
scared. She had gone along with it a couple of times, and
though she was interested in what it made her feel, she
couldn't help but stay tense all the way through. It hurt, and
the pain was too distracting.
    "I said get it wet, Pull up spit and coat my cock with your saliva.
I intend to fuck you up the ass slowly and with great relish, and
without as much lubricant as possible, it will get painful. Slather
that tongue of yours on my cock. Make me wet enough to slip into
your ass easy."
   She pulled spit into the front of her mouth, then when his
cockhead was presented to her, coated the helmet with as much
saliva as she could leave. She felt a stray strand slap against
her cheek as he pulled his cock away.
   <Relax,> she told herself, <he'll do it right, and he'll do
it whether I want it or not.> She smiled ruefully to herself:
<I'm just along for the ride.>
   He replaced the gag around her mouth, retied her left wrist
to the bed. Then he moved behind her. She tried to loosen her
sphincter, but couldn't get it receptive.
   As if understanding her unspoken hesitation, he pushed one
wet finger against the rim of the wrinkled brown hole. He
massaged it gently, probing, sliding slowly more and more
inside, reaming her out around and around, relaxing those ass
walls.
   She involuntarily let out a groan, muffled by the gag.
Something in her seemed to wake up. As her ass loosened, the
last vestiges of responsibility dissolved. It was somehow more
private even then being fucked, having his finger exploring the
inside of her ass. She was giving him the freedom to invade
wherever he wanted, and she was happy to oblige.
   The soft, bulbous head of his hard cock pushed beside his
index finger, which was now in all the way to the knuckle. As
he drew circles inside her intestines, she undulated on the
bed, writhing under his directing finger.
   As his finger receded, it was replaced by the irresistable
pressure of his hard prong pushing against her ass. She let go
even more of her sphincter, and the chunky plum slipped in. He
stayed still for a moment, allowing her ass to accomodate. She
felt his hand reaching around his prick, smearing his own
saliva on his shaft. Then those fingers found her cunt, and her
buzzing clit.
   He began strumming her clit like a guitar, and as she grunted
in response, pushed forward on his hard cock, forcing it
another inch into her. Suddenly he jammed three fingers in her
cunt,  and the gag scarcely held back the shout she gave. Just
after she reared up in response the the three-finger thrust, he
pumped his hard cock deeply into her ass.
   Alice was overwhelmed. Never had she <enjoyed> being fucked
in the ass like this. She'd put up with it before, but now under-
stood why some women actually wanted it regularly. With each thrust
another barrier inside her melted, another wall came down. She
discovered herself grunting like an animal, spinning her ass in
little arcs to better feel his prick.
   She could feel him in ways her cunt couldn't; could feel the
depth he was achieving with each thrust. Little screams escaped
her every time he hit bottom. She thrust back as far as her
binds sould let her.
   Gradually his pace quickened. Her asshole clutched at his
prick, trying to draw him into her. His fingers left her cunt,
and she barely noticed: all her attention was focused on the
thorough reaming her ass was getting.
   His thighs began making slapping noises as they struck her
ass cheeks. Alice was nearly delirious. The thrusts had stopped
feeling separated from one another; it was as if she was being
continuously fucked by one long long prick going inch by inch
into her, foot by foot, yard by yard. <God, I'm so full,> she
thought, <he's filling me up completely,> and she felt like a
balloon reaching the limits of its size.
   The pressure kept building, rising higher and higher, and for
Alice nothing in the world existed except her ass being fucked
and the building pressure. With piston-like speed he slammed
into her chute, fucking her straight-on, his hips almost like
hands spanking her even as they caressed her deep inside.
   Then with a gutteral yell he came, somehow thrusting into her
even harder, deeper, and she began to come too, a rumbling like
the sound the far side of a dirigible makes when it explodes,
and she knew that as a passenger all she could do was wait for
the explosion to reach where she waited.
   In great crashing peals of light and sound it came, she came,
shuddering like a roadway in a long earthquake, feeling the
wrinkles in her ripples straighten, stretch, break apart, and
she was screaming as loud as her gag would allow, as much as he
would allow, for she was shouting with all her strength, held
back by the silk ribbons binding her wrists and ankles.
   Five more thrusts, while his prick was still hard, each more
slow than the last, until finally he stopped. Then slowly
pulled himself from her ass. She couldn't help think that it
felt like she was shitting him out.
   Even soft, even soiled with her own shit, she still loved the
feel of his dangling rod rubbing against her thighs as he
caught his breath.
   Then suddenly he was off her. She could hear him putting on
his clothes. Alice became frightened. Hadn't she pleased him?
Was he going to tell Alan that there was a slut upstairs
waiting to service him? In her charged state, she almost wanted
that: a new, hard prick to fuck her some more sounded good
right now. But then she caught herself, remembering what a
ferrety, skinny man he was. She was relieved when she felt him
untying her ankles.
   "I will now leave," he said as he untied the second ankle.
"You should have no trouble untying your wrist once the
tension is off. You will carry those silk scarves with you at
all times from now on, so that I can use them on you whenever I
want." Alice felt a chill of excitement that for a moment
overpowered the deep satisfaction settling on her body.
   She nodded, still blindfolded, still bound. She heard his
tread on the floor moving toward the door. She waited till he
was out of the door before scooting herself up the bed so that
her hands could reach her blindfold.
   Her cunt ached, her ass ached, but her body sang. Hands still
tied, she looked down at the faint bruises on the front of her
hips; it had been worth every drop of makeup she used to cover
them. She had learned enough to willingly pay for any inconvenience
resulting from her interludes with the mysterious man.
   She was clearly decided, now; he was a good man to be her
master. She liked her role with him, even if it was politically
incorrect. She liked being his slave, and tried to imagine what
he would do with her next.
   Alice couldn't wait to find out.