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georgmicrodong

Just a fat, creepy old pervert.

This happened quite a few years ago, before we had our kids. By this time in our lives, we'd been together for about five years, and we'd come to terms with our "perversity". She liked to be hurt, abused and humiliated, and I liked to hurt, abuse and humiliate her. It worked out nicely, in my opinion. By this time, we'd devised the signals, words, actions and gestures, together or separate, that, even if tied up or gagged, meant "stop" or "slow down", so we were both pretty confident that there wasn't any danger that things would go too far.

We were finally alone. Two weeks of one work problem after another had prevented us from spending any quality time together. My work and hers just didn't want to cooperate. But now, we'd both gotten the day off at the same time, and we were going to enjoy it.

After a good night's rest, Alice had gotten out of bed about a half hour before me that morning to make coffee, the smell of which woke me up. I walked out into the kitchen to find her leaning back on the counter in just a t-shirt, long enough to cover everything, but short enough to be very alluring. Here dirty blond hair still had that just-woke-up tousle to it that looks so sexy, and her lips were parted ever so slightly, the tip of her tongue just visible between her teeth.

I walked up and put my hands on the counter on either side of her, pinning her there, and looked at her. No point in any delay, I thought. She looked into my eyes, and the look there told me that she was in one of those moods where she was going to give into her submissive self, and I was going to be able to give in to my baser desires. The mere thought had my cock swelling.

I reached up and cupped her breast in my hand, lightly rubbing her nipple through the thin material of her shirt. Her breath caught as I squeezed it ever so slightly, twisting a little. My other hand began the same treatment of the other nipple, and her eyes closed as she gave a little moan. Of all the pain I've ever caused her, she loves it best when I hurt her nipples. The more the better.

I kissed her, pushing my tongue gently between her lips, and around her mouth, as I continued rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her hands slid up my back and pulled me tighter into her. I broke the kiss, and ran my lips along her jaw to her ear and down her neck, lightly nipping with my teeth. It was hard to resist biting outright, but I managed, knowing I'd get my chance in just a few seconds.

As I moved lower, her hands slid up into my hair, gently pushing me. Her nipples were hard and extended from my treatment. I pulled first one, then the other, into my mouth, biting gently at this point, scraping my teeth over her cotton covered nipples, biting harder at the tip as I pulled back, holding them between my teeth for an instant before they slipped free.

I ran my hands down her flanks, and moved them up under her shirt. Her skin was already hot, and we'd only been at this for a couple of minutes. I pulled her shirt up and over her head leaving bare her entire body. Her nipples were swollen and red, and sticking about an inch. I grasp them between my fingers and start to pull her towards the bedroom. I positioned her in front of the full length dressing mirror we have there, and stood behind her rolling, squeezing and pinching her nipples while she watched me in the mirror.

After a few minutes of this, I noticed that her eyes were looking at something in the corner, and as she looked, her breathing got even heavier and hoarser than before, even though I hadn't actually started going very hard, for her anyway. When I asked her what she was looking at, she pointed at the toolbox I'd left open. With two pairs of pliers on top.

"I want you to use them on me."

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

With that, she walked over, picked up the pliers, came back and handed them to me, and said "Make me do whatever you want, and hurt me if I don't. Whatever you want."

I only *thought* I'd been hard up to this point. The instant steel bar in my boxers would have cracked concrete.

Up to this point, Alice had never finished me off in her mouth. She'd go down on me, but as part of foreplay, not for itself. No big loss, but I'm a guy, and her reluctance to do it just made me want it more, but to this point, not so much more that I was willing to push it.

So I put the pliers on her nipples, squeezed and pulled her towards my raging hard-on. Her mouth was open almost before I had them on her, and she slid her lips over me, almost all the way down.

It was good. As I squeezed even harder, she screamed and moaned and writhed and cried, with the muffled screams and moans periodically cut off by me hitting the back of her throat. Although I half expected her to, she never once made as if to even *start* to signal me to stop what I was doing. She had straddled one of my legs when she started, and at one point started to rub her pussy on my leg, but I wouldn't let her. Almost the whole time, there was a virtually continuous stream of fluid flowing out of her onto my leg.

When I neared the point where it wouldn't matter much longer, still squeezing the heck out of her no doubt by now burning nipples, I gave her the chance to quit, saying "OK, cunt bitch, you better be ready to swallow every drop, because if you don't, I won't let you rub yourself out on me." Subtle and loving, I know, but she also knew that there was no way I was going to leave her hanging, even if she did stop. Oh, she shook her head, and mumbled "uh-uh, uh-uh" a couple of times, but those types of things aren't even close to our signals, and she never did make any move to pull off or make an actual signal for me to stop.

I could feel my orgasm at the base of my balls, and within moments, I was pumping my cum into her mouth, and when she *had*, much to my surprise and intense satisfaction, swallowed every drop, I said, "Good little slut." That was her signal, and she dropped herself onto my leg so fast and hard I thought she'd break it, but within seconds her pussy was gushing harder than I'd ever seen her, and kept it up for a good three or four minutes, at least. I remember counting five different orgasms, where she'd stop rubbing for a second, and I could see her stomach clenching, then she'd start rubbing again for a few seconds, and then stop, over and over again, grunting all the while.

When she was done, she collapsed on top of me, gasping. I slowly released the pliers from her nipples, which caused her to gasp in pain all over again.

"Oh, god, that's gonna hurt for days," she moaned.

"Worth it?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

Yeah, it really happened like that.