I thought, "fuck, Friday, that's 5 days away."
"I don't know that I can call or text you again. He said he's taking my phone. He only lets me talk when he decides. I basically just spend all day naked, taking care of his sexual needs...of which he has plenty. During the times he isn't fucking me or figuring out ways to torture my body he makes me tell him all the things I've done or fantasized about. He's a lot like you in that way, baby."
"Fuck," I groaned.
She hustled to door. She was wearing white short shorts which rode up her ass and a cropped T-shirt which bared her stomach. She saw me checking out her outfit.
"Oh, I'm sure it won't last long on me, but if he's going to rip clothes off me I want them to be ones I don't care about." She gave me a sly wink.
There was an awkward silence, he was due any minute. She said, "oh, I'll tell you about my nipples, at least until he comes. So, he loves your girlfriend's nipples, always has. By love, I mean he loves giving attention to them, rough, hard, painful attention. So, as he was fucking me ass and zapping me with that goddamn shocker he first put clothespins on my nipples. Oh, and he made me go down to the hotel desk and ask for them. The lady behind the counter just smirked, she knew why I wanted them."
"So he's fucking my ass and shocking me. The pins were biting my nipples hard. He knew I like that when I cum. My hands were cuffed behind me the whole time since you didn't leave the key, bastard."
"Sorry," I said sympathetically.
"It's ok, he actually liked it. He liked that I was at his total mercy that way, it worked out. I couldn't cum because I couldn't touch my pussy. He likes me to cum, I think just to make him feel more manly. So he fingered me. When I'd get close to orgasm he'd shock the shit out of me and I'd scream. He'd laugh. Then he'd do it again and laugh. He kept me on edge for so fucking long. My nipples were aching, as he wanted. He was always into nipple torture type things and you know how sensitive mine are."
Suddenly we heard a car coming. I was crestfallen, I wanted to hear the story. Luckily it wasn't Jake. She continued, "so after he got off in my ass he put me on my knees, hands still behind me. He fingered me and fucked me with his fingers. He got me good and wet and SO on edge. I guess the clothespins weren't enough for him so he yanked them off of me. That made me scream and wail like a banshee. It just made him smirk. He took that fucking remote thingy, it's like a garage door opener but it has two prongs on it. He started shocking my fucking nipples. He laughed while I screamed and danced away from it. Then he went back to finger fucking me and playing with my clit. I was soaking his hand at that point. He saw how it was affecting me. He got up and got something. It was a plastic pointer thing, like a conductor's baton or something. He had an evil grin on his face. I knew I was in trouble.
He made me stick my chest out even more. My nipples were already on fire but they were hard as diamonds. He stood to the side of me and brought that baton thingy down with a whoosh. It hit right on my nipple! I swear I saw stars, then he did it again to the other one, back and forth. He whipped my nipples until...well...you see how red they are...I think this one bled," she pouted.
"Mother fucker..." I hissed.
"Then, he got back down and expertly worked my pussy up again, this time he let me cum, I started to cum so fucking hard, baby. Just when I went over the edge, he stuck that fucking shocker thing on my pussy lips and jolted me. I swear I saw blue smoke in my brain, I lost it, I came over and over and over on his hand. I'd never felt anything like it. I couldn't stop."
"Wow," I said, wide eyed.
"I know, I didn't even know that was possible," she grinned. "Oops, here he comes, I'll see you...sometime. Believe me, I do love you, too."
She left. I saw her walk down the drive in her sexy heels. I saw them talking through the window. Apparently, he wasn't happy. I saw her shed her clothes for him. He made her stand there for a minute before he let her in. They drove off, her clothes still in a pile on the sidewalk. Sadly, I went to retrieve them. At the moment I wondered if I'd see her again. I figured I would, but maybe not like I wanted.
{Part 10, the conclusion, on the way}
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