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Fingering Her Slowly

She likes it hard, she likes it fast, and she likes it at times more than a little bit rough. It sounds like a song lyric but when it comes to penetration and sex sometimes rock lyrics and a woman’s desires are easily confused. In this case the hard, fast and rough is a fair statement of what often makes the Sexy Little Temptress orgasm…often in powerful multiples until she is shaking, tense and gasping out pleas for more, or no more one after another with a ragged breath.

 

But seeing as I had already taken her to the edge and into submission with pain it was time to experiment with her pleasure.   So it would have been easy to finger her like she likes, hard, deep and fast through a series of orgasms. With no complaints as she writhed around in my arms, called out to her deities of choice while every bit being an erotic goddess herself.

Instead there was to be no mercy as rather than slowly working her from one of my thick fingers to not exactly easily accepting two of them I began with both. It was legitimately very tight, I could tell it was uncomfortable, and a few moments in based on how soaked her pussy had instantly become figured there really wouldn’t be many complaints from using my hand to fill her so fully earlier rather than later.

After a time I turned her over and took her across my lap, face down, still glowing cute red ass upwards. Her welts not yet receding, her bruises just beginning to bloom. A playful pat or two that elicited yelps of pain and protest but this was going to be a different kind of torture. In fact it was going to be pleasurable as I fucked her wanton pussy with my hand. Slowly, deeply. Withdrawing at a maddeningly languid pace and reentering her even more slowly.   Over and over. The movements very intentional, feeling her clench against me harder and harder with each pain stakingly slow insertion, . Not inch by inch but fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch until I couldn’t press even a millimeter deeper inside her. She would squeeze against me harder trying to cum and then and only then then my fingers began to recede with the same maddening pace and purpose.

 

All the while holding her there, across my lap, studying her, every movement, sound, and breath, with rapt attention. Letting the pleasure build, holding off her release in the distance. Watching her back and arms tense, her ass quiver, and her toes curl as she desperately and without apology tried to orgasm over and over again only to be denied.

Her moans were pleas for the pace to quicken but I held her there the heat of her flesh against me.   Her arousal soaking my jeans, I stayed the course occasionally slapping her sore bottom to remind her of her tenuous position.

I’d tease the opening to her pussy, caress her lips, barely brush over her clit…enough for her to hold out hope for the pace to change. To give her a release on her terms.

But that was not to be I kept her pinned in place, face down, legs spread butt pushing upwards, pleading for my had to slam into her again and again. But despite that I kept slipping my hand into and out of her slowly.


About Malflic

Minor Demon, life long hedonist, sadist and general nerd. Women are my weakness and greatest addiction of choice followed by torrid love affair with coffee and caffeine. When not committing sins of the flesh I’m an unrepentant capitalist, avid reader, Star Wars, and B rate comedy movie geek.


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