Augustus Tulare: Painful paradise

He turned away from the dismayed challenger, feeling a little sorry for the man. He knew what it was like to anticipate a particular experience, then watch it go down the drain. He had been challenged once before, at an affair in the suburbs of Fresno. That time, he had lost a ripe slave that he had been drooling over for an hour. These days, he didn't waste time socializing after he had picked his victim for the evening.

He took the girl in tow, then moved her in front of him, making her clear the way across the floor. When he had her back in the smaller cabin where he had changed clothes, he flung her onto the rug and stood looking down at her.

The lash descended a split-second after he flipped it up into the air. It was the beginning of a long and fulfilling session for both of them.

When he had worked up a sweat with the effort of whipping her, she was a mass of jumping, quivering, wincing flesh, crying out to him for a brief respite from the biting lash. But the giving and taking of punishment had worked them both up to a fever pitch.

"Peel off your garment, wench!" he commanded, and stood with hands on hips as she hastened to remove the suede jumper. Then she was on hands and knees before him, awaiting his desires.

He looked at the animal beauty of her perspiration-damp body and let his gaze rove over her sleek flanks, the long arch of her back and the bowed neck. Her head was down, the long blonde hair sweeping the floor. He squatted to study the slight convexity of her belly and the hanging but firmly rounded breasts that now sported swollen nipples from the fierce reaction of her sexuality to the expertly administered punishment.

"Milk yourself, least!" he ordered. "If you can get any juice out of those heifer's teats, I'll spare you a little of the pain I intend to inflict later."

Her hands went to her nipples, and she stroked at them with her thumbs and forefingers, knowing the uselessness of her attempts, but automatically striving to comply with the commands of her master for the evening.

He let her work at the futile task for several minutes, interrupting her occasionally to make her use more force as she kneaded the tender sponges which were swelling more and more with the brutal treatment.

Then he lay down on the rug, whip coiled in one hand, and without turning his head to look at her, he issued another order.

"Give me suckle, wench. Perhaps I can draw that stubborn mink from your useless body."

She moved to place herself over him, and he caught a fleeting glimpse of the raw redness of one springy nipple as it passed over his eyes. Then the hot, throbbing sponge of flesh was touching his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and vacuumed at the swollen tidbit until his slave-girl moaned with the painful ecstasy of his efforts.

When he finally gave up the pretense of trying to draw fluid from the firm fullness of her udders, he began to bite the nipples, and she cried out with pain as he outraged the tender tissues. He relented and let the mouthful of protesting flesh slip from his lips.

She was gasping her agony, still on hands and knees, and when she could breathe freely enough to speak, he heard her plea.

"Please, my Lord! Fuck me! The juice I could not give you at my miserable breasts is flowing like a river down my legs."

"Then turn around," he commanded. "Hang your juicy cunt over me so I can see if it pleases me." She whirled around, and as her thighs moved over him, she lowered her loins to place the wet slit of her crotch above his face.

He could smell the faint body musk of her perspiration mingled with the more exciting female scent of her dripping vulva. It gave him renewed interest in his slave. He reached up and pulled at her buttocks, forcing the parted slit of her cunt down to his lips.

He licked and tongued her, tasting the heated wetness of her passion, and decided that its bitchy odor and flavor was exciting. He sucked at the flowing slipperiness of her canyon until she gave great moans of pleasure, then he bit the tenderness of her engorged cuntlips, making her cry out for relief from the ecstatic pain.

Then he felt her mouth on his thigh, and he could feel the wet tonguing and nibbling as she worked her way around to his balls. When she sucked at the wrinkled skin of his sac, he groaned with the swelling engorgement of his rising cock.

As the stiff flesh rose under her laboring mouth, she licked up its heated length, then seized the throbbing head in her lips and began to tongue and suck at it in a frenzy.

When he could sense his control slipping from him, he shoved her rudely away, then crawled to his hands and knees and mounted her as if she were a four-legged beast. She was whimpering and panting with her need, and as he slipped his fingers between her widespread thighs, he could feel the slimy flow of her passion trickling down over the creamy flesh.

He poised his cock at her portals, then shoved it hard into her open cunt. She squealed and grunted with the sudden fullness which swelled her passage, then began to work her hips in an effort to swallow the welcome flesh. Her struggles and his lusty thrusts soon had him inside her as far as he could go. His balls were slapping wetly against her belly with each plunge.

She made noisy, extremely vocal panting sounds as she sensed the urgency of a coming orgasm. He interpreted her oral soundtrack with expert awareness, and fucked harder to plunge his cock deep into her sloppy, pulsing cunt.

When the throes of passion seized her, he could feel the clutching grabs of the wrinkled tissues within her passage. They sucked and milked at his stiffness until he knew he was going to lose his grip any second.

He reached under her and grabbed a breast in each hand, massaging and kneading the large-nippled mounds in tempo with the beat of his pounding hips.

As the wail of her completion filled the room, he burst loose the dam of his own restraint and pressed to sink his pulsing cock deeply into the hot wetness of her spasming body.

She gasped with the hugeness of his blood-swollen prick as it filled her depths, then swelled in rhythmic pulses as his seed began to spurt heavily within her. It filled her few remaining crevices and then overflowed around the snug cork of his shaft and ran down her thighs.

His weight fell on her as the sudden loss of so much fluid made him weak and shaky. Then he slipped on her and lay on the floor. His hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, then pulled her head toward him until she moved to follow his guidance.

She knew what he wanted, and her lips and tongue were soon working to clean him thoroughly. She licked at the hairy skin of his belly and loins, removing the moisture of their combined sweat and the musky juices of her own cunt. She lingered longer at the spots where his sticky white semen had back-flowed and matted the hair.

By the time she had cleansed his inner thighs and the wrinkled luggage of his balls, he had started to stiffen again. She washed the hardening shaft thoroughly, ending at the purplish tip with a series of circular lickings and alternate suckings.

He rumpled the long blonde hair with his fingers, then pulled her head closer as he fed her more of his meaty prick. She let it go in until it pressed at the back of her throat, relaxing expertly to keep from gagging as it filled her brutally.

Then she swallowed, making her epiglottis and soft palate massage the head of his cock. He groaned at the sensation, and she began to move her head up and down in long strokes, her lips and teeth teasing the sides of his thickened shaft. At the end of each upward stroke, she paused to suck deeply, then wiggle the tip of her pink tongue in the tight opening there.

In only a few minutes her efforts were rewarded. He felt the tingling surge as his seed gathered in his lows. He held her head as he fucked up into her mouth cruelly, burying his meat until his balls pressed around her lips.