6 comments/ 31633 views/ 9 favorites How to Heal a Broken Heart By: xxxkaliaxxx These wounds that she was nursing almost resembled a broken heart. She didn't like to think of it that way. But here she was months later still licking her bruised ego and failing to convince herself that there wasn't something inside her scattered into pieces. She hadn't known he was a heartbreaker until that moment when he stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. It was there in the act of his fingers slowly but confidently fumbling to undo each button. No one had ever stripped her like that. Like she was a prize to be slowly savored and enjoyed but also as if she was utterly subservient to the hands slowly parting the slinky fabric of her shirt. She knew then that he was going to be a heartbreaker because she had never been with a man who had the confidence that he did. No, not just confidence. Arrogance and cockiness. Oh, a delicious blend: he was vulgar, he was cocky, and he was the best fuck she had encountered in her life. She knew that she was young. She knew that there was an ocean of men out there; fresh fish in the sea, or something like that. There would be more great fucks and confident men who knew how to use their hands, their mouths, their cocks...that was another thing, he was also the first man that really knew how to use all of the parts of his body to his advantage. It was as if he didn't let any parts of his body go to waste, they all found ways to caress and tease her own body. They used to lie in bed together and he would use his leg to part her thighs and then his knee would rise pressing up against her wet sex. He'd wrap his strong lower leg around one of her legs so she stood no chance at slipping away. Then he'd slowly start rotating that bony knee back and forth across her wet pussy. She would be trapped and her legs held captive had nothing to their defense but rocking and shuddering. She'd move and his knee would grind deeper into her sex, parting her nether lips and bumping her clit. Sometimes it felt like his knee was thumping her sex like that for hours. She'd squirm and eventually get the surface of his knee so slippery and wet that every delicate inch of her sex would feel inflamed and tortured; pressed against his knee trying to hold off on the urge to swivel her hips and hump his knee. The urge would always overwhelm her and she would end up humping away and cumming furiously upon that knobbed surface of his body. Maybe the knee thing just sounds strange. It had felt strange to her at first. Who has heard of getting off by someone's knee? But it was just one of the many creative ways he conjured up to drive her mad. Back then she used to cum so much that it nearly felt as if her body was permanently sore. She'd cum over and over again. She'd cum and think that there wasn't any possible way that her exhausted body could muster up another muscle contraction but then he'd bend down and flick his tongue against her clit or he'd do that thing with his cock inside her, that signature little move that made it feel as if he was drawing circles against the entrance to her cervix. Everything with him seemed to border upon pain and pleasure, so close to that edge where she'd scream and cry begging enough is enough. Then it came true. Enough was enough. He left her. It stung but the shock was subdued with the reminder of her intuition. She had known it would come. Knew a man like him couldn't stay for long with just one woman. He couldn't even stay for long in one location. She went up there one night; it was they're usual meeting time and everything. He just wasn't there. The apartment was empty, not a trace of any of the passion that had been housed there. None of the neighbors, the landlord, no one knew where he had taken off. She knew that she would never see him again. Her cunt knew it too. Her insides felt hollow. For months she mourned the loss of her lover. She never conjured up anger towards him. He had prepared her for this in many ways, keeping the distance between them when it came to intimacy and commitment. He had told her of his ways. His ways had been worth it. Even with the deep longing that was left inside her. Her cunt felt like it would never be filled again. Her clit felt like it shrunk up and hid under the skin. Time passed and it felt as if the only sexual stirrings left inside her body was roused only with the faint memory of him: a thought, a smell, a taste in the back of her throat that she swore was a stain from the many times he came spilling his seed down her throat. Every part of him seemed to touch her depths and now she didn't know how to get back into dating, into any sexual contact. She feared that everything would pale in comparison to the intensity that she had shared with him. She had known that it was time to get back into the swing of things. Her body hadn't woken up, nor had her heart, but her mind had begun to inquire about possibilities. She felt a little shy and uncertain. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for now and certainly didn't know where to find a good time. That's the mood that found her one-day while sitting in front of the computer and chatting online with an acquaintance. This acquaintance had inquired about the status of her current love life and she trusted this particular friend. She gave him warning in advance, making sure he was ready to sit back and listen to the story in entirety. He was curious and so she confessed the whole sad tale, leaving out certain details about the sexual passion such as the knee story. Her online acquaintance had a good ear, he asked questions about her feelings, and he was sympathetic. At the end he asked her if it was ok if he made an offer. She didn't understand where the question was headed but she told him yes. He confessed to some feelings of attraction towards her and told her that he would be an ideal person for her sexual healing (yes he actually said sexual healing.) She was flattered by his confessed attraction and they had exchanged photos before so she knew that he was attractive. The offer was tempting and she couldn't find a reason to say no. He was polite, gentle, and eager. What could go wrong? She told him that she was up for it. He told her how happy he was and that he knew just what she needed to forget all about her lost arrogant lover. She found that hard to believe but she did find herself getting intrigued and slightly excited. "Are you free tomorrow night?" she asked him. "Actually I am free tonight and don't know how much longer I can wait to finally experience you," he replied. She didn't have any plans for the evening but still she hesitated. She didn't usually jump into something like this so quickly. Ah, what the hell. "Great. Let's meet up tonight then" she told him. They made plans to meet up at his place in just a couple of hours and she thought the conversation was over but then he popped one more question. "Are you comfortable with being dominated?" he asked. "Sure." She replied. "Like really being dominated? Me running the entire show and pushing your limits?" he slowly typed in return. She thought about it for a moment. He seemed like a pretty rational and safe guy. She didn't think he'd push her into anything dangerous or into a crazy BDSM scene. "I wouldn't do anything to cause you physical harm or distress," he added in before she gave her answer. "Yes. I trust you," was her reply back. Her heart began to pound. It felt good to say that she trusted someone. It felt sexy to be preparing for a type of sexual invitation that she had never quite had before. "Then I'd like to request that you show up wearing a specific outfit," he told her. "Anything you want," she promised. "I want you to arrive at my house wearing a short skirt. But not a skirt that is so tight that it hugs and clings to your body. I want to be able to easily raise the skirt up to your waist. Maybe lay you over my lap and give you a gentle spanking...I want you to be wearing your favorite skimpiest pair of underwear or thong under that skirt and go braless wearing a tank top or halter-top. I want to see as much of your bare back and shoulders." "Ok." she typed back. They exchanged good byes and said that they'd see each other in just a few hours. She got off the computer and headed right over to her closet. She easily found the outfit that she would wear. Picking out the clothes perked her mood even farther and she found herself humming and giggling in excitement. She was going to get laid tonight and she figured the context would be an experience she'd never forget. She selected a black skirt that clung to her hips with the hem hitting mid thigh. The material was silky and clingy but had an elastic waist that made it easy to slide in and out of. She stood in front of her mirror wearing just the skirt and slowly turned around. Her head peeking over her shoulder, she raised the skirt up to her waist, revealing her bare ass and imagining what it would feel like to feel his hands coming down over her soft flesh, spanking her like she was a bad little girl. From her expansive underwear drawer she held up a skimpy g-string in completely sheer deep purple fabric with thin velvet vines and flowers interwoven across the skimpy patch of fabric that would cling to her sex. Oh yes, this would do just wonderfully, she thought to herself as she bent down to pull the slinky thong up and over her legs. Once she had the g-string in place she couldn't help but to delicately run her fingertips across the fabric covering her cunt. She felt the silken cloth dampen over her fingertips and she let out a sigh as she ran her fingertips higher. She loved the way the sheer material clung to her hairless lips and mound. She pulled her fingers away with a sigh. She didn't want to arrive and have her underwear completely wet and dripping. That could be a little over eager, a tad bit embarrassing to her. As sexual as she was, she still found herself a little self-conscious when it came to her lust and the arousal of her body. God, it had been ages since she had felt so alive with lust. The last bit to her outfit was a velvet and lace skimpy tank top that had a splayed open neckline to showcase the top of her breasts and matched her g-string in a deep dark purple. She looked at herself in the mirror as she idly ran a brush through her long thick hair. She smeared a dab of purple eye shadow across each eyelid and glossed her lips in a soft hint of red. Standing back and looking at herself in the mirror she was pleased with appearance. She always considered herself sorta pretty but she thought it bordered on an average female appearance. Tonight she was pleased to note that she looked beyond average. She looked sexy, a little wild, and a little slutty. Her long dark hair hit her mid-back and as she spun around slowly in front of the mirror she loved the way her hair whipped around loose and wavy, deep red streaks here and there highlighting the purple in her top. She bent forward in front of the mirror and loved the way her small b-cup breasts spilled out the neckline of the shirt, nearly exposing each erect nipple. She curled her glossy lips into a sly grin, "fuck you heartbreak." She was ready to fuck away all the memories of the man who awakened her body and then discarded and abandoned her. Her confidence was still riding with her but her heart was pounding as she stood in front of the door to his house and nervously raised her knuckles in a light rapping. The door opened quickly and there he was standing before her. "My god, you look gorgeous." He held his hand out to her palm open and waiting for her to place her hand into his. She smiled nervously and told him that he looked just as good then let her small hand be enveloped by his. Handholding was a polite and romantic first gesture and she enjoyed the strength of his hand wrapped around her own. He gently pulled her into his living room but continued to walk and lightly tug her along as she got distracted and starred around the room. "I actually want to take you into the dining room," he said to her. He led her into the next room over which was open and airy and had a large cherry wood table in the center of the room. She noticed that all the matching chairs from the table were pulled away and propped against the right wall. How odd. "I love your outfit," he broke in and let her hand drop out of his. He stood in front of her, so much taller than her, nearly over a foot. She had to look up at him and it made her heart pound to see how nervous and eager he looked. The last man who looked at her with such eagerness....no, she pushed that thought out of her head. That was then. This is now and she was going to fuck away every last thought of him. "I'm glad you like," she smiled nervously and dared herself to reach out and make the first move. Sometimes she gets so shy and frozen inside that she has to mentally dare herself to go through with an envisioned move otherwise she'd spend her entire life inside her head. She let her arm lift up and then her fingertips grazed the hem of his button down black shirt. "I like your outfit too...and I can't wait to see you out of it," she looked up and grinned at him. His eyes flashed with an intensity that caused a slight sigh to escape from her lips. He was gorgeous why had she waited so long to hook up with this friend of hers from the Internet? "I do like the sound of that," he admitted to her. "But I actually have different things in mind for the beginning of our evening. He suddenly grabbed her and pulled her against the front of his chest. "And that most definitely involves seeing you naked first." His fingertips ran up and down teasingly across her back and her nipples tightened at his words. She ran her hands up and down over his arms and then he lifted her chin and bent down low enough to kiss her. His lips were just a soft brush against her own and then he was pulling away and moaning against her neck. "You are so sexy," he nipped lightly at her lips and brought his mouth back against her own and this time he kissed her hard enough for her to forget how to breathe and everything below her waist tightened up. They kissed for what felt like an hour but she knew only a few minutes had passed. He pulled away from and then glanced over at the table in front of them. "You're still ok with me dominating you right?" and his hands slid up her stomach to just below her breasts. She nodded her head and tucked some stray hair behind her ear. "No," and his voice hardened. "Say it out loud," her murmured and a fingertip from each hand crept over her shirt and up the soft slope of her breasts. "Yes. Yes I want you to dominate me," her voice was raspy and caught somewhere deep in her throat. "Good," and he paused. "Then get on the table. On your hands and knees. All fours. I want your face directed at the wall and your ass raised in the air and close to the edge of the table." At first she tried to convince herself that she hadn't heard him correctly. That's why he had led her into the dining room?! He wanted to see her displayed on the table like that? It was so crude and vulgar that she felt the moisture seeping from her sex but at the same time she knew there was a deep blush spreading across her face. "Um...ok. I'm a little nervous," she confessed and she slowly sat herself on the edge of the table. "Don't be nervous," he said the words softly and looked at her with eyes glazed in lust and expectation, as if just telling her not to be nervous would soothe everything away. She pushed her hands against the smooth tabletop surface like she was going to lift up and hoist her legs back up and around her and settle down onto all fours. But she couldn't will the movement from her body. She always felt shy when it came to first sexual contact with someone. He walked over and then his hand was lifting her chin up and his lips pressed back against her own. He pulled away and ran his fingers through her hair, whispering into her hair, "I have fantasized about this moment for so long. You will not disappoint me." His words assured her and she closed her eyes and swung her legs up and around behind her. She knew her skirt lifted up to her waist as soon as she started the movement and she could feel goose bumps tingling on her exposed thighs. The cold air against the wet fabric of her underwear seemed to push away all her feelings of nervousness. This was going to be so fuckin wild. She planted her hands underneath her shoulders and placed her weight into them so she could raise her ass into the air. She couldn't help but to picture what the view looked like from his eyes. She knew the barely there fabric wouldn't hide her puffy pussy lips and she was sure he could see how wet the fabric was. Maybe he could even smell her arousal from where he was standing...oh..god...she let out a moan and started to get really into the scene...she pushed her ass up into the air and wiggled her hips. "You little tease." His hands were upon the cheeks of her ass and he took the edges of her skirt and raised it up even higher so it was nearly wrapped around her stomach. He planted his hands more firmly against each of her cheeks and his fingertips dug lightly into her skin. "I am going to spank you now," he murmured. "Spank you for being such a little cock tease and wiggling and thrusting your sexy hips into the air." Her entire body tightened up and she couldn't help but notice that her asshole clenched up and the puckered hole quivered lightly. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the slap of his hand against her ass. Minutes seemed to tick by and she stilled her breath to try and hear the sound of his hand about to land across her ass. She didn't hear any movement. She let her breath out slowly and still she waited expecting the quick slap against her cheeks. Nothing. She let a few more minutes go by before she couldn't help it and her hips wiggled in a slight circle. !Slap! His hand smacked against her right cheek and his fingertips dug into the tender skin. Her entire body rocked forward with the movement and her pussy got so hot that she couldn't help but to spread her thighs even wider apart. "You like that?" And now his fingertips were lightly playing with the string of fabric that hid in-between her cheeks. He lifted up the string slightly and then let it snap back down. She nodded her head but then realized that he might not be able to see that. "Please," she heard herself murmur as response. "Please what?" he asked in a singsong voice. "Please. Again," and she wiggled her hips in invite. "You want me to spank you again?" He pretended to act shocked. He continued on, "shall I give your other cheek a try? See if that one is as nice and firm and soft?" "Uh-huh," she murmured and she knew she sounded like a little child. !Slap! He didn't give her time to prepare this time and the force of it lurched her body forward and her hands skidded a couple of inches and she felt her body sink down against the table, her breasts pressed against the surface. His hand wrapped around her waist and he hoisted her back up into the all fours position and she planted her hands down more firmly. "Stay in place. No matter what I do to you I want your body to stay in place," he leaned forward and slid his hand beneath her shirt going up over the small curve of her stomach and then reaching up to pinch one of her nipples. "Tell me you understand my command," and he pulled hard on her nipple. Her hips automatically wiggled. Her nipples felt so sensitive as if they hadn't been mauled in over a year. "I understand," her voice was breathy. His hands reached underneath her skirt and she held her breath to keep from unnecessary movement as his fingers looped into the string of her underwear and began to pull them down. As the tiny piece of cloth slid further and further down her legs she felt the coolness of the air hitting her wet exposed pussy. He discarded the skimpy cloth that was tangled around her feet and she let out a pent up breath and pictured what she looked like from his view. How to Heal a Broken Heart She knew that the lips of her sex would be bright pink and puffy, engorged with her arousal and her shyness at being poised on the table on her hands and knees. She knew her sex would be exposing her eagerness in full glory: wet and wanton. She knew that if she continued to get teased her sex would begin to drip its wetness, her thighs becoming slick and slippery. She shuddered at the thought of what she looked like to him and her hips moved in a quivering half circle. His hand slid out from underneath her shirt and then both his hands were gripping her hips. She felt him lean forward and then she could feel the warm of his breath approaching near her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his tongue lick across the red-hot flesh that he had spanked. "Let your hips be still. I love to see you rocking your hips as if you are a slut in heat but I can't lick you like that." His whispers slid across her flesh and she willed herself to be still. She moaned from deep within her throat, he was licking a trail across her ass cheek and was getting dangerously close to her shy puckered hole. His strong hands grabbed each of her ass cheeks. He pushed and prodded his fingertips into her skin to pull the flesh away, exposing her anus. She automatically buckled in nervousness and tensed up. He coaxed her with nonsense murmurs and soft kisses across her cheeks. She settled down and felt his tongue starting to get closer and closer to her asshole. She couldn't deny how hot it made her feel and she could feel her sex between her legs so warm and heavy, the wetness starting to spread onto her thighs. Very slowly his tongue slid down the hollow and licked gently across her puckered hole. His tongue felt so warm as he went back and forth licking her asshole and gripping his fingers in her cheeks to spread her open even wider. His hair was brushing against her thighs now as he leaned in even closer and let the tip of his tongue works its way into her anus. "Oh god..." she moaned out. She was aroused and very aware of how wet her arousal was. She could smell the scent of her sex in the air. Her hips began to slowly swivel in circles, urging him to continue rimming her. He was leaning forward against the table with his face pressed against her ass and his tongue working its way inside her. He was tonguing her hole then pulling out to lick and kiss gently around the tight opening. He released her right cheek from his hand and slid his arm underneath, then through her bent legs, his fingertips finding her dripping sex. His fingers slid slowly from her sex up to her mound, barely grazing her clit. She was moaning and crying out nonsense as his tongue swirled in her asshole and his fingertips tickled her wet folds. She felt all the muscles in her body clench and tighten. This was the first sign of her body approaching orgasm. Soon her skin would break out in a hint of sweat, her breath would catch deep in her throat, and she'd be reduced to a quivering lump of flesh, connected only to her clit and cunt. She'd make raspy moans that sounded like trapped screams and her sighs would be loud and jagged. She hadn't felt the approach of an orgasm in over months. Not since...him. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced the image of his face to fade away into blackness. Fuck. You. Her hips began to rock and swivel. Just as she predicted, she felt her skin take on the slick coolness of glazed sweat. "Oh god, yes!" she couldn't help it, the words tumbled out of her mouth and in front of her she clasped her hands in fists, bearing down for the orgasm that she knew would rack her body. She felt his teeth nip at a cleft of flesh near her asshole and then he pulled his hands away, she could hear the rustle of his clothes stepping away from the table. She automatically let out a strangled sigh of disappointment. She turned around to look over her shoulder at him standing a few feet away. He raised his eyebrows at her. "How badly do you want this orgasm?" He folded his hands casually across his chest. Her head fell forward in defeat and she turned to face the wall again. She knew this was all part of the game, the buildup of pleasure and torture. Sometimes sex was so complicated. Oh, all in theory it was easy but here it was being so fuckin complicated again. The cool air on her exposed wet flesh made her shudder and that bodily sensation brought her back into the moment, appeasing her frustration slightly. It was just bad timing. She felt as if not just her sex but also her heart had recently been swatted back and forth, some sick male game of amusement. She was tired of feeling let down. Tired of feeling used up. Tired of her broken heart. She just wanted to fuck it away. Feel it wash out of her in the rush of an orgasm. "I..." her voice wavered slightly. She turned her head over her shoulder again so that she wasn't speaking to the wall. She had more resolve than this. It's just sex. A game that she can't afford to lose. "I want to cum...very badly...very fuckin badly. Please make me cum." She rotated her hips slowly in a circle and tried to ignore the heaviness of the silence. He was watching her with a slight smile across his face but he wasn't moving. Her head fell forward to face the wall again and she shifted her weight and...ah, fuck it. She could do better than this. Her hand unclenched from the edge of the table and slowly she bought it up between her thighs. He wanted to play stoic bored master? Well, she knew how to at least get a reaction from him. Her fingers played over her wet outer lips and defiantly her finger slid upwards to circle over her clit. Immediately she heard his weight hit against the table and then it was the slap of his hand ricocheting off her soft ass. "How dare you touch yourself!?" he scolded her and pulled her hand away from her clit but she could hear the strangled amusement in his voice. He knew her well. He spanked her a couple more times, hard enough to lurch her forwards against the table and she felt the pleasure building up low in her stomach again. Roughly his hand slid between her thighs purposely pinching the tender flesh where her thigh met her groin. "You will cum when I tell you to," he bent two fingertips and deftly pinched her clit, causing her chest to bow low against the table, her breasts mashed into the hard surface. His fingertips remained clenched around her most sensitive nub of flesh and to both her horror and darkest desire he began to pull on her clit, dragging the surrounding flesh and tugging on it. It hurt. She cried from the pain and then his fingers released her tender flesh and slowly his fingertips circled over the tip of her clit bringing dizzying sensation back into her body. She was still crying out from the contrasting shock of the sensations. He released her clit and she felt his fingertips mashing between her outer lips. Slowly two of his fingertips began to explore the wet entrance of her cunt. "Oh god," she sighed as the tip of one of his fingers just barely slid up into her. She felt his other hand sliding back up her ass and parting her cheeks to rub her asshole which was still moist from his tongue and her arousal. "So very wet," he murmured and she felt his weight lean across her back. Without warning he shoved 3 of his fingers into her tight cunt. She cried out and his fingers worked their way inside her up to their knuckles. He clenched his fingers inside her and racked them in a circle, stretching her cunt. "You will cum now. On my hand," and he fucked his fingers deeper inside her, nearly stretching her to the point of pain and throwing her body forward against the table. She closed her eyes and all she could hear was the wet sloshing of his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Her cunt was on fire. She usually needed to warm up more to penetration and so her pussy burned from the sensation of being stretched so harshly. Ah, but she loved a good pussy pounding and his deft fingers knew just the right places to internally rub. Her hips met the movement of his hands and she was aware of her juices leaking around his fingertips. Oh god. She was so close again. Her body had already been here and it didn't take long for the orgasm to take over her. She screamed out as all the muscles of her body contracted...and contracted...contracted...and still she felt her internal muscles tighten around his fingers. He gripped her ass tighter with his other hand and his fingertip parted her asshole. Fuck it all away. She squeezed her eyes closed even tighter and let out a squeal of pleasure as the first inch of his fingertip slid into her clenched asshole while her hips rotated against the fingers jammed into her pussy. She came with a loud scream as the contractions of her body finally gave way to the surrender of climax followed by a soft sigh and then a loud laugh. She fell forward against the table and was still laughing as he removed both sets of fingers from within her orifices. The weight of the table bowed and creaked as she felt him pull his weight forward and swinging his legs behind him so that he was on all fours his face nearly level with her own cheek pressed against the table. "You needed that," and it wasn't very romantic but it made her smile as he wiped his wet fingers across her face smearing her juices across her cheek. "I did. Yes. Thank you," and she lifted her head up to look at him. His fingertips reached out and parted her lips rubbing against her teeth. She opened her mouth and he slid his wet fingers into her mouth and she tasted herself coated on him. She sucked his fingers, swishing her tongue in-between the webbed separation of his fingers. She let her teeth graze against his calloused skin and he moaned in appreciation. He lowered his fingers out of her mouth and she looked up at him. "You know...now that that's out of my system I'd love to repay the favor..." she pulled herself to her knees, tugged her skirt back over her thighs, and began to slide her hands down his chest tugging on the hem of his shirt. "Uh-uh," he shook his head sternly and removed her hands. "Only when I tell you to." He pushed her away and he slid off the table and stood back up on his feet. "Take off your top," he commanded. She leaned into her bent knees and slowly slid her hands under the slinky material of her top. Inch by inch she exposed the flesh of her torso until her bare breasts were being exposed to his eyes. She closed her eyes as the material slipped over her head and she threw it down to the floor with an enthusiastic toss of her hair. "Play with your nipples." Her fingertips tugged at her erect nipples and she coyly smiled at the sight of his erection straining against his pants. It was fun to kneel proudly on the table like this facing him with her face instead of her exposed ass. "Lick your fingers." She slid one finger slowly between her lips and made a real show of licking it with just the tip of her tongue before sucking the entire length of the digit into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue. "Use it to pinch your nipples." She released her finger and rubbed some salvia between her two fingertips before pinching her first nipple. "Lick your other finger and pinch that nipple." She did as she said now pinching both nipples with pleasantly moist fingers. He began to back away from the dining room. "Don't you move...anything" he told her before turning his back and walking away. She watched him leave. She kept her fingertips locked around her nipples although she released them slightly. Her pussy was starting to tingle again. She waited a few minutes and began to get bored. She loosened her fingers more, shifted her hips and thought about how empty her cunt felt. She heard his feet moving lightly against the floorboards and she pinched her nipples tighter and raised her head to watch him return into the dining room. He was carrying something metal and wiry in his hands. She drew her breath in and met his gaze wide-eyed. "So you're fingers don't get tired," and he opened up his fists to confirm her original thought: he was holding nipple clamps hung together on a chain. She had seen them before but had never actually used them. His hands were pulling her hands away from her breasts and now his big calloused hands were mauling and rubbing at her flesh. He bent his head forward and digging his fingers into her round breast his mouth parted and he began to tongue her nipple. She moaned and tried to press herself farther into his mouth and hands. He pulled away and pinched open the clamp watching as her eyes widened in nervousness. "Take a deep breath," Her mouth opened but she hardly felt any air go in as he closed the clamp around the tip of her erect nipple, pinching it painfully between the rubbery grips. She struggled to remember how to breath again as his head bent down and he took her other nipple in past his wet lips, tonguing the nub of flesh. Her trapped nipple felt like it would burst with pain. But she felt the moisture creeping down her thighs. His warm mouth pulled away leaving her shuddering from what she knew was to come next. "Another deep breath," he warned her and she cried out again as her other nipple was bit with the clamp. He took a few steps away from the table. "Come down," he motioned with his hands waving mildly. She carefully swung her legs around the edge of the table and slowly used her hands as leverage to lower her feet back down to the ground. Even the slightest of movements seemed to tug on the clamps holding her erect nipples captive. They stung like a bitch...it was a sharp pain that seemed to send every nerve of her body on fire. She felt hyper sensitive. "Kneel," he commanded her and she slowly lowered herself to her knees pressed against the floor in front of him. Her gaze was eye-level with his crotch. She watched him slowly began to undo his belt. His pants quickly dropped to the floor. He slid his underwear down slowly and his hard cock happily bounced out. She felt herself grow wetter between her thighs. The pain of nipple clamps aside, she loved this game. He held his erection in one hand while his other hand reached out to grab her chin bringing her face forward. He stopped once her mouth was about an inch away from his cock, close enough for her to smell the musky earthy scent of his masculine odor but not close enough for her tongue to slip past her lips and taste him. She loved the look of the droplet of precum already glistening on the tip of his cock. She was hungry and how long had it been since she had tasted another cock? Ugh. Months. That fuckin heartbreaker bastard. He moved forwards and still holding himself in his hand began to rub the head of his cock over her face, sliding it across her cheeks that were still smeared with her wetness from his fingers. He even let the head of his cock dance over her nose. Finally he lowered it to her lips and she parted them slightly so that just the tip of her tongue could taste his sweet saltiness. Mmm, she moaned deep within her throat and he parted her lips farther with his cock and let it slide the first few inches into her mouth. She opened her jaw wider to comfortably accommodate his thickness and she let her tongue dart along the underside of his cock. He released his hand from his cock and with one hand on the back of her neck he guided her mouth forcing her to further suck on his hard length. She choked slightly as his head began to press the back of her throat and still there were more inches to go. His other hand dropped down by the side of his body and she lowered her gaze and through the veil of his dark pubic hair she watched his hand reach out to touch the chain that her nipple clamps were attached to. Without warning he fucked himself deeper into her mouth, forcing her to gag on his cock, and at the same time he tugged on the chain. She gasped and choked again around his cock as the pain flooded her nipples. Damn things felt like they were about to be ripped off! "Feels good on my cock when you moan and try to cry out," he murmured using the hand on the back of her head to delicately stroke her hair. Her mouth was so filled with his cock and in combination with the stinging pain in her nipples her eyes filled up with tears and began to leak down. She wasn't crying, merely just automatic reaction to the intensity of what her body was being put through. Part of her loved it. A large part of her. Her thighs were sticky wet with her arousal and she loved the feel of a hard cock fucking her mouth and throat. He continued to fuck himself in and out of her mouth, tugging here and there on the chain controlling her nipple clamps so that she'd moan and cry out around the thickness of his cock. He'd push force his length deeper in her mouth and she'd sputter and gag and he'd punish her with a harsher tug on her nipples by jerking the chain and holding it taunt away from her body. She was dizzy from the torture of it all. Just when she thought that she couldn't possibly handle any further assault on her nipples and throat he pulled his cock out of her mouth, slapped it against her face with a trail of wet spongy slickness and then shoved it back into her mouth pressing down hard on the back of her head. "I'm going to cum...don't miss a drop" he yelled out and her tongue furiously sloshing back and forth, one more thrust into the back of her mouth and she felt the ribbons of his cum shooting down her throat. He held his cock in her mouth like that. He was still cumming and she moaned and squirmed as her throat automatically convulsed to swallow his thick load. He pulled out of her mouth and she automatically fell forward against his lower stomach, breathing heavily, sputtering as her esophagus remembered unencumbered airway. He held her with his hands loosely tangled up in her hair, his chest rising and falling heavily. He pulled her away and guided his cock back to her lips motioning for her to lick it clean. Her tongue dipped out and slowly began to lick the remaining thick cum clinging to his partially erect cock. She savored the taste of his salty cum, licking her lips and circling her tongue around in her mouth. Dazed, she realized that she had just barely almost forgotten about the searing pain being delivered to her nipples. She looked down at the clamps attached to her nipples, curiously noting the dramatic shade of red that her abused nipples had turned. As if reading her thoughts, he looked down at her nipples too. She cringed as he moved his hands, thinking he might deliver another tongue on the chain but instead he held her by her arms and gently helped her up to her feet. As she tried to stand up too quickly and the room started to tilt she realized that she did need the hand that he was offering her. Sex and pain—what an energy rush. She wondered if their scene together was almost over. He stroked his fingers over the crest of her hand then drew her in close for a kiss. Pulling away he slid his hands over her hips and started to tug on her skirt, drawing it down to her ankles and then helping her step out of it. Nope, guess the play wasn't over. She felt her heart start to flutter. Seriously, how much more could she handle? Suddenly without the skirt she began to feel even more exposed. She had crouched on her hands and knees before him on the table, her entire sex and anus exposed intimately to him and though that skirt had been rolled up around her stomach the entire time it still felt like a shield of sorts. Now she was literally naked save for the damn nipple clamps and chain. He tugged lightly on her arm and motioned to the dining room table in front of them. "On the table again" he commanded to her using his knuckles to rap lightly on the tabletop surface. She swallowed hard and willed her tired legs to move and he helped hoist her back up onto the table. She let her bum slide against the smooth surface, sitting silently with her legs hanging off the side and watching him wearily. He regarded her with amusement. How to Heal a Broken Heart "Lie back. Keep your ass on the edge of the table. Offer your pussy to me." The last of his words made her close her eyes and shudder. She leaned backwards and used her elbows to slowly bring her back flat against the tabletop. She scooted forward a bit and let her legs fall open to the side knowing again that every inch of her pussy was being intimately exposed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her body even more forwards so that her pelvis was resting right against the edge of the table leaving her with the sensation that she might fall forward. Her head was resting flat against the table, starring at the ceiling. Ceiling observing was a popular pastime in sex. Not to indicate that she was bored at all, in fact she was completely alive with sensory stimulation and that frightful dose of adrenaline induced hyper awareness and sensitivity. She tried to soothe herself with the stark blank whiteness of the ceiling. Still, she jumped when she felt his fingertips part the lips of her sex. His fingertips felt wet; he must have moistened them with saliva. He started to massage the inner lips of her cunt, tracing them up and down but stopping just short of her clit. Oh god. She started to moan. Barely there touches always did it for her. She knew that if he used that same light feathery sweeping motion across her clit that she'd cum in an instant. Hell, she might fall off the damn table in the throes of an orgasm if he did that. His fingertips stayed dancing lightly over the path of her inner lips and she couldn't keep still, she felt her clit twitch. He pulled his hands off of her and she moaned and cried out, desperately wanting the sensations to come back. She felt something warm and moist against her inner thighs and her thighs automatically buckled, oh god, yes it was his the warmth of his breathe! His mouth was between her thighs. Like warm wet velvet his tongue reached out and she felt his tongue trace the path of her inner lips. She was moaning and crying out. Her chest heaving up and down and causing the damn nipple clamps to send waves of pain through out her but she didn't care. There was nothing in the world that compared to a good pussy licking and he knew how to use his tongue. Use his tongue and drive her wild. His tongue finally brushed its tip against her clit and she arched her back in pleasure. "I'm going to suck on your clit until you cum. As soon as you think you are going to cum I want you to pull off your nipple clamps. Raise your hands right now and keep them against the clamps. Don't hesitate when you feel the point of no return." All she could do was dumbly nod her head and she wasn't even sure if he could see that with the way she was pressed flat against the table. She raised her hands and touched them to the metal clamps and her burning nipples. Again she felt his tongue tenderly licking her clit and he flattened his tongue out and closed his lips around the bud of her sex, creating suction in his mouth and eagerly slurping on her sex. Her back arched again and she was getting ready to pull off the clamps...any second now...any second...any fucking second! Her nipples felt like they were going to burst along with the muscular tension building in her cunt. She cried out as she felt his teeth lightly graze the hood of her clit, nudging the head of her clit to be even more exposed. Yes, oh god, yes, so close. The tip of his velvet tongue licked in a circular motion against her clit and everything in her body tightened up, her back ferociously lurching off the table. Oh god, she pulled the nipple clamps off and screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipples simultaneously as the muscles in her cunt let off and released their contractions...over and over again the walls of her cunt seemed to be thudding inside of her from the contractions...all she could see was blackness, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter and riding out the wave of pain and pleasure. It felt good. It felt so fuckin good. The orgasm subsided and she almost wanted to cry...her thighs felt like they were molten liquid and still there was a fire burning inside her cunt and in the tips of her red swollen nipples. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said pulling her hips even farther off the edge of the table. She thought she was rendered speechless but still a whimper escaped past her lips. Distantly she heard the noises of foil ripping and knew that he was unwrapping a condom and then sheathing it over his cock. She trusted him. She felt the head of his cock bump against her pussy and he was guiding the tip of him inside her. She was so wet and the length of him slid in quickly. It wasn't just her moans now she could hear his mingling with hers and the thick wet sloshing of arousal drenched flesh slapping together and they sounded like some primal, wild, and deprived orchestra. "Oh god, fuck me" she cried out and he grabbed her hips holding her an inch or so off the table and he began to pound his cock into her. His cock was curved just right as he pounded into her the bulbous head hit the tender spot pressed up alongside the top of her internal wall and she couldn't stop screaming and thrashing around. The orgasm building up inside her was going to hurt. Her muscles were screaming in protest but still she felt it building up inside her and her walls tightening against his cock. He leaned deeper into her, painfully digging his thighs against her hips and it sent his cock farther up inside her, so deep it felt like he was going to bump her cervix. The muscles of her cunt gave a final protest and then she felt her walls squeeze even tighter against his cock fucking into her and she cried out trying to give him warning. Her back was buckling and she wasn't going to be able to contain her body for this. She was cumming and the intensity of the orgasm jerked her upright into a sitting position but there wasn't enough room on the edge of the table and she felt it give way, knowing that she was falling off the table and she was still moaning and crying out...somehow it still felt as if his cock was locked inside her. She tumbled down and knew that his arms were wrapped around her hips holding her up against the front of his warm sweaty body and still he was sheathed inside her. "I'm so close," he cried out his fingertips dug into the cheeks of her ass, one of his fingers nearly pressing inside her anus and his hips bucked, slamming his cock in and out of her and her own walls were still shuddering from the aftermath of her orgasm and she felt his give way like an angry howl and he was wearing a condom so she couldn't literally feel his orgasm but she felt his cock twitching, hugged tight against the walls of her pussy and she knew his orgasm was as desperate and crazed as hers had been. Staggering he gently lowered her to the ground and finally his partially erect cock pulled out of her leaving her with the feeling as if her cunt was gaping open, so wet and open. She was half leaning against the leg of the table, half holding herself up from collapsing on the ground and he dropped down beside her. "My god, girl. My fuckin god..." he looked at her and they both started to laugh at the same time. He raised his arm and she wiggled into his embrace, pressing herself up against his warm chest. She loved this moment. The tender, wet, mushy aftermath of sex. This is what made it all worth it. This is what she lived for. It didn't matter that she didn't love him or that he didn't love her. It didn't matter that she still loved the man that broke her heart and yes, yes, it didn't matter that she still had a broken heart. The capacity for pleasure and pain, the need to have sex and to feel connected just for that one instant—one beautiful fuckin instant where there was nothing but the orgasm and the junction of two bodies merging into one unit of delicious, delirious muscular contraction. There was life outside of a broken heart. There was pleasure. There was laughter. There was everything worth living for. Her lips curled up in a smile. Fuck you broken heart.