My entertainments
How do stories usually begin? Probably, I should tell about myself: I am an entrepreneur, not poor, not married, it's hard for me to judge my own appearance, but women don't mind, though I can't immediately say what they react to more—my money or my looks.
I have a favorite pastime, which I would like to tell the world about,
of course, completely anonymously, although the circle of initiates is quite large! I love spanking young girls, and not just spanking, but also fucking them in the ass, and it must be a virgin ass. To ensure the ass is virgin, my intermediaries, of whom I have many and whom I pay well, take care of that. The lion's
share, by the way, goes to them, not the girls. Strange, isn't it? The hardest work is done by the girls, but the money goes tothe intermediaries who find and negotiate with them.
Professional prostitutes don't interest me—you might catch
something from them. In this age of AIDS, it's easy, and I don't like
rubbers, although I understand it's not safe, but so far, I've been lucky.
My scenario is always different; I have a rich imagination.
Let me tell you about this Saturday. Another girl came to my dacha, bought specifically for this purpose. All the girls come on their own, voluntarily, and roughly know what awaits them. The "session" lasts no more than an hour and a half, sometimes less, but unlikely more.
A girl arrived, about 20-23 years old. Looks like a student. Seems Chinese, or maybe Korean, or Vietnamese. I'll find out later. It's hard to tell from her frightened little face where she's from. She stands there silently. I ask her name. Turns out it's Marina. Most likely Korean. I like them the most. They are very patient and enduring—more interesting than hysterical, unrestrained ones.
Marina stands there, not a peep from her. Her eyes are fixed on the parquet floor, she shifts from foot to foot. I should encourage her. I pick up a stopwatch and explain to Marina that she must undress completely, down to nothing. For every second she takes, she'll get a belt strike on her ass. And Marina was standing there in a fur coat, boots, and under the coat, wow, she wore so much—it's December in Siberia, not a carnival in Brazil.
Time started. Marina managed in 22 seconds. She scattered her things all over the room. Well, 22 strikes—not the worst result! And that's just for starters.
My peers probably remember school gyms with "Swedish walls" and removable horizontal bars that could be hung on the wall at any height. It turned out this construction is an indispensable thing for my plans. I hang the bar at Marina's waist level, bend her forward, secure her hands and feet. Hands—with ordinary handcuffs, and feet I just tie with ropes so she doesn't think of kicking, as there have been precedents.
Now I explain the simple rules of the game: Marina took 22 seconds, therefore she earned 22 belt strikes, as we
agreed, on her rounded buttocks. But, today I have a headache, and I would prefer silence and peace, so, for every time Marina screams, she will get that many cane strikes plus 2, on her... nipples. There they are, already standing like little posts. If she screams 4 times, the cane will work 6 times. I must say, Marina's figure wasn't out of the ordinary—I'd say she's a bit thin, but her butt was nicely rounded, and I like small breasts, so they're
easy to squeeze with my hands.
Well, let's go. One! Her buttocks sharply clenched. Two! Marina noisily
sucked in air through her mouth and exhaled. Three! Actually, I'm not a sadist to
Koreans are patient—our Marina will get only 12 times on her cute little nipples.
ruler on her long-suffering ass. But this time I
will add 3 strikes. And if I don't hear a sound from her, then when fucking her ass, I'll use lube. After all, no one has had her there yet? No. But she knows how painful it is the first time, especially dry? Yes, she really knows, she's heard. Well then, let's
hope Marina is not her own enemy.
Wielding the cane, I don't thrash wildly, but simply operate with the force
of the strike. Maybe Marina didn't want to be her own enemy, but she still earned 11 ruler strikes.
So, a little pause to express sympathy and make her a small offer. Is it painful for Marina? Turns out, it really is painful. Strange. Then maybe take a break? For 10 minutes, to soothe her painful spots. I know from myself, if you hurt yourself, you press your palm to that spot, and it feels easier. But here... But for this, after anal sex, Marina will give me a blowjob and swallow everything I can give her. Agreed? She thinks. Asks if I will wash my cock after her ass? Smart, I must say. I assure her I'll wash all over with soap. Again
she thinks. To spur her thought process, I squeeze her right nipple with two fingers. The answer is a scream, turning into
a moan, and agreement to a blowjob with swallowing. Well, well, she's not that smart, first, after the break it will hurt even more, and second, making me cum a second time right after the first—she'll have to try really hard. And besides the pain from her nipples and buttocks, there will be pain from her torn-up anus. But no one pulled her by the tongue, she agreed herself. I untie her and start the timer.
And she lay on the sofa in a fetal position. She pressed her ass against the soft back of the sofa, and holds her breasts with her hands. Her eyes are closed, but tears continue to roll one after another.
However, time's up. And our beauty still has 11 ruler strikes.
My ruler is special, made of hard plastic with holes, wide. Fits comfortably in the hand, and the marks it leaves are indescribably beautiful. Plus, along the entire length of the ruler, there are sharp little bumps; in short, you won't forget my ruler soon. So you can scream, you won't hold back anyway, and Marina screamed all she could.
Well, Marina screams deafeningly, with my help. The climax of the evening is approaching. Let's proceed to the direct massage of the rectum.
I spread Marina's buttocks and see a delightful sight—a chocolate star convulsively clenching, and most importantly, how tiny it is. For now. Lube, as you remember, she didn't earn, so everything is natural, without artificial lubricants. I must say, my friend is a good quarter-meter in length, and its thickness is no less than Marina's wrist. But it's fine, it'll fit. With a sharp movement, I drive half of my tool into her hole—the main thing is to overcome the resistance of the ring. Well, it's a bit tight, even a bit painful for me, but compared to Marina's suffering, mine is nothing. And how she screams! How she begs to pull it out! But no! I know
perfectly well that after the first time, the second insertion isn't as
sensitive, so endure and get used to it, dear. Especially since this is just the beginning. I pull out and admire how her hole clenches, still so narrow. Now I impale her on the entire length of my spit. And every time my friend comes out, Marina screams so wonderfully that I want to prolong the pleasure.
By the way, I recently read that during sex, women enjoy nipple stimulation. With fingers
or lips. Well, with my mouth I can't reach her nipples
at all, since she's on all fours, but about fingers—a good thought. I don't know about women, but I enjoy it: a spasm ran through Marina's entire body, and her rectum squeezes and releases my friend, not to mention her ass ring playing with new force. Let's try again, just a bit stronger! Ah, what a wonderful girl Marina is! If this continues, she won't have to suffer much longer. But she still has a debt, so it's not me making the girl suffer, and I rapidly discharge into Marina's ass. Into its farthest corner.
I leave her standing as she is, and I leisurely go to the shower, after all, I promised her I'd wash all over. I return. Let's see if Marina's mouth sucks as well as it screams.
If the mouth has to work, then she doesn't need her hands, so they remain cuffed behind her back. So Marina is on her knees, and in front of her face looms my half-asleep friend, and Marina's task is not to let him fall asleep completely, but on the contrary, to breathe life into him. And if Marina doesn't try, then a penalty will be
imposed on her, seems fair to me.
I must say, her mouth screams significantly better than it gives a blowjob. And Marina isn't thinking about a quality blowjob, but about her nipples not touching my knees. And her mouth isn't working at all:
her tongue lies like a dead weight, her cheeks aren't thinking about anything either, she hasn't even wrapped her lips around the shaft of the cock. She just opened them:
here, do whatever you want yourself. Well no, that's not what we
agreed on. I'll have to punish the girl! Oh, how I don't want to, I'm not a sadist, I understand the girl is tired—but what can I do?!
Somehow I bought amazing clothespins in a hardware store. I don't even know how I ended up in that store, but it was a good purchase: plastic clothespins with spikes, apparently to hold laundry better on the line. The spikes on the clothespin are very sharp and the spring is very tight; if you pinch your finger, it's very sensitive.
I take my friend out of Marina's limp mouth, stand Marina up on her feet and... clip my clothespin onto her right nipple. She doesn't have time to scream—after all, my cock is back in her mouth. Cool clothespin! No need to bend over to touch Marina's nipples, just lightly bend my left knee, and a prolonged moan is guaranteed, despite her mouth being occupied.
Yes, better, better: her tongue started working—polishing the head of the cock. Better, but still not it. At this rate, I won't cum soon, especially since Marina's ass just squeezed a decent portion out of me. I stand her up on her feet again. Ignoring protests, I bend her over on all fours. And what a sight! Her buttocks have acquired a persistent red-blue color, and between them, a star turned inside out is visible, oozing sperm mixed with blood. I take the cane and add a couple of sharp, strong strokes to this wonderful picture. And another clothespin is attached to her left nipple. I explain to the girl that
this was the last Chinese warning. If she doesn't
try, then next time I'll shove a lemon into her rectum,
which for full effect I take from the table and bring right up to
Marina's nose so she can appreciate the size of the citrus. Let's see how her ass appreciates its aroma.
So Marina is on her knees again with my dick in her mouth. Seems she understood. As you remember, Marina's hands are cuffed behind her back, so she can't control the depth of penetration, so I drive it into her throat as I want. Yes, the lemon threat worked, very much so. It seems everything might soon be over for our Marina, but that's not part of my plans. I pull out my cock, calm Marina down—the lemon can still lie on the table for now, and I remove the clothespin from her right nipple. Strange girl: you clip the clothespin—she wails, you remove it—she wails again! Probably the spikes of the clothespin
dug into her, and when I removed it, the freed flesh throbbed with new force. I told you, these clothespins are a wonderful purchase.
However, we're getting distracted, and we need to continue. And, thanks to this short break, this isn't a continuation, but sort of a new beginning. To bring me to the peak, she'll have to work hard again. I plunge into Marina's mouth, as they say, to the stomach. Try, girl, try! She tries so hard that I should reward her, and I remove the second clothespin. I take the lemon from the table, enjoying Marina's horror. And why is she screaming in advance? Nothing has happened yet. Okay then, let the lemon rest in peace on the table, and Marina's mouth hasn't worked off its debt yet.
How she regrets agreeing to that pause between spankings, which didn't bring her relief but prolonged the torment!
Well, that's it, I'm a bit tired myself, and poor Marina is sucking, it seems to me, with her last strength. I give her a portion of protein. That's it, you're free. She collapses on the floor. I remove the handcuffs from her. I'll forget her in a week, but she will never forget me!
All events and characters are fictional and any coincidences with
reality are accidental.
Author's e-mail: diе.birkе@rаmblеr.ru