1 comments/ 33199 views/ 10 favorites What I've Always Wanted By: bbwsubinohio As soon as Russ closed the hotel room door behind him, I sank to my knees and reached for his zipper. He smiled as I pulled his cock free and brought its thick length to my lips. He sighed as his head hit the back of my mouth and—after a short struggle to relax and position myself correctly—slid down into my throat. He wrapped both hands in my long, dark hair and pulled my face flush with his flat abdomen, forcing the last few inches as deep as they would go. I whimpered, gagging and struggling to breathe around his thick shaft. "Through your nose, baby girl," he reminded me and I followed instructions, instantly relieved that I wasn't going to suffocate on his cock. He pistoned his slim hips against my face, pulling his cock out until I only had the beautiful mushroom head between my lips, then slamming the whole length down my throat again. He groaned deeply, enjoying the tight fit of my mouth around him as well as my fingers rhythmically squeezing his tight swollen balls. I wanted so badly for him to cum down my throat, but I knew he wouldn't allow it... yet. Sooner than I wanted, he pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled down at me. "Did you bring everything I asked?" When I nodded, he said, "In your carry-on bag, right?" I nodded again, staring at the deep red head of his thick cock, almost overcome with the urge to lick it. He chuckled and said, "Did they search your bag?" "Yes," I said softly, my cheeks flooding with red as I remembered the look on the face of the TSA agent who opened the bag, then—seeing the plethora of sex toys inside—quickly closed it again. My embarrassment was exactly what Russ wanted, the small humiliation of a total stranger's knowing that I was traveling to Baltimore in order to be sexually dominated. "Good girl," he told me, stroking my cheek with a large hand. I sighed, loving the gentleness of the gesture. It would be one of the last gentle things Russ would do for hours. "The whole time I was in Afghanistan, I just wanted to abuse these," he said. He reached for my big tits, confined in a black lace push-up bra under my low-cut black blouse. His fingers closed over the globes and he squeezed. Hard. Until tears sprang to my eyes and wetness flooded my pussy. "You like that, don't you?" I didn't answer right away and he squeezed harder. I gasped, "Yes, Daddy." I bit my lip to keep from begging for more. He turned from me and reached for my carry-on bag. He opened it, pulling the 2-foot long riding bat from its depths. He grinned as he snapped the leather tag against his hand. It made a loud CRACK! And I jumped, knowing that I would soon feel it against the most tender parts of my anatomy. At his direction, I unbuttoned my blouse and eased it off my shoulders. The black lace emphasized my paleness, dramatically contrasting with Russ' desert-darkened skin. Before I was prepared, the bat snaked out and bit into my left breast, leaving a deep red rectangular mark on its surface. A second later, he gave my right breast the same treatment. For a moment, he stood still, admiring his handiwork. He pulled both of my tits free of the bra's cups, leaving their heavy weight supported only by the underwire. "Those are going to bruise nicely," he murmured, bending to bite one nipple, then the other. Deep teeth marks appeared on each breast, centered over my silver dollar sized aureolae and my fat nipples stood erect. "I wish you'd told me you wanted this sooner." "I was afraid," I whispered. I was also a little ashamed at how much I enjoyed the pain he was beginning to inflict. He laughed and squeezed my ass through the flirty black skirt I wore for him. "Every time we've fucked, hasn't it been rough?" "Yes," I whispered. "But rough is one thing. This is another entirely." "Oh, it definitely is, baby girl," he whispered back, then kissed me passionately, "And I'm going to enjoy it thoroughly." He left me panting, both tits aching from his attentions, and turned back to my bag. Rummaging through its contents, he found what he wanted and returned to me. "Hands above your head," he ordered. I complied immediately and he unhooked my bra, allowing my heavy tits to bounce free. With a smile, he began to wind the long leather straps around my breasts then my neck, criss-crossing the material half a dozen times so that it was positioned securely. My breathing became ragged when I realized how tightly he was binding me. It didn't take long for my tits to start swelling. They stood high and erect against my chest wall, held in place so that they wouldn't move. Looking down, they looked alien... and more beautiful than ever before. I was still marveling at how the restricted blood flow made me feel, stretching my skin until it was taut, shiny, and reddened with the tips grossly distorted, when Russ pulled me face-down onto his lap, so that his hard cock thrust against my rounded belly and my big tits hung down. He pulled my skirt up and bared my ass to him. I knew he loved those big, round globes almost as much as he loved the ones he'd just bound. He slid his finger from my asshole all the way around to my clit, groaning at the wetness he found. "Christ! You really DO want this, don't you?" My tits were throbbing, their color deepening, as gravity pulled against them. The more swollen they became, the wetter my pussy got. "Yes, Daddy," I cried out as his finger slid into me, first into my pussy, then into my asshole. Once again, I was so grateful for his big hands. He worked that finger in and out, loosening my ass little by little. He added his middle finger when I started arching my ass up toward him, a sign that I was ready for more. "Does that ass need to be fucked?" he asked with an amused tone. "Yes, please," I gasped as he added a third finger, working them in and out faster and harder. "Yes, what, baby girl?" he asked as his free hand came down on my ass. "Tell me exactly what you want." "Fuck my ass. Please, Daddy," I begged. I was on the verge of tears from the pain in my prettily bound tits and from the four fingers he was now pumping in and out of my asshole. That same pain had my clit throbbing harder than I'd ever felt. He let me up, then positioned me so that I was in front of the dresser. He squeezed my tits, pleased at the pale handprints he left in my deep red flesh, swollen to grotesque sensitivity by the leather straps. "Look at yourself," he ordered, pulling my head up so that I had no choice but to look in the mirror. What I saw was shocking. Naked to the waist, tits bound, face flushed with desire. I almost didn't recognize myself. It was my darkest fantasy, brought to life. "Do you like what you see, baby girl?" "Yes, Daddy," I moaned. He left me again and this time, my tears rose from frustration. He returned with one of the new toys he had ordered me to buy, a large, vibrating dildo. It had straps that fastened around my thighs to hold it in place. "Bend over, baby girl, and put your hands on the dresser" he ordered. I didn't move quickly enough and it earned me a blood-red handprint on my left buttock. Once I was in position, he thrust the dildo all the way into me in one smooth motion My knees buckled as it filled me, so thick that it was slightly painful. Russ adjusted the straps, tight enough around my plump thighs that I knew I would have marks there, too. "Don't cum," he ordered as he turned it on. My pussy walls clenched tight around the dildo and I knew it was going to be hard to obey as the toy worked its magic. Helplessly, my hips pumped as Russ turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. A moment later, I felt cold wetness dripping down my ass and knew that Russ had found the Astroglide in my bag. He worked some into my tight ass—a place he'd never successfully invaded with his super-thick cock—then I heard him breathing harder as he fisted himself, coating his cock liberally in the lube. "Tell me you want this, baby girl," he groaned as I felt the monster head pressing against my tight rosette. "Please, Daddy, take my ass," I whimpered, trying so hard not to cum. I kept my eyes locked on the mirror, knowing that he always wanted me to watch him fuck me. Even with the vibrator buzzing against my G-spot and the amazing finger job he had given me, my ass was tight and I struggled against him, trying to escape the painful stretching sensation. "Let Daddy in, baby girl," he groaned into my ear as he began to force his way past my sphincter. I relaxed my muscles and felt the delicious POP! as he finally worked his head inside. "So fucking tight," he panted. He removed his hand from his cock, now that he had me open and grabbed my swollen tits hard as he pushed his full length into me. "You know, it would have been easier to get in without that dildo stuffed in your pussy," he chuckled when he was buried balls-deep. Of course, I knew it; that was why he'd insisted on having it fill me before he battered his way into my ass. He was justifiably proud of his thick cock and he loved when I complained that it hurt me... Almost as much as I loved having it hurt me. But this was—as he said—something entirely different. My ass burned, stretched tightly around his cock. My pussy tingled from the vibrator buzzing away deep inside me. My tits throbbed painfully in their restraints. And I felt needier than I ever had in my life. He pulled back until only his head remained inside me, then shoved his full length in again, as he reached for my poor, tortured titties once more. He squeezed both of them hard and ground his cock into my ass. Combined with the dildo working my pussy, it was more stimulation than I could handle. I came, harder than ever before, crying out mindlessly at the intense pleasure. My body shook as I squirted, clear cum flowing down my legs. The orgasm was so intense, I would have fallen if Russ didn't have a tight hold on me. He moved me so that my belly rested on the dresser top and began pounding away. He wasn't being careful in the least, abusing my poor ass with his thick cock. The force caused my tightly bound tits to bounce in a way that soon had me working my hips under him. "Where do you want me to cum, baby girl?" he groaned after I'd orgasmed again. "Fill me up, Daddy," I begged, loving the way he fucked me. With a few last, viciously hard thrusts, I felt his cock contract inside me and he groaned loudly as he blew his load deep inside my ass. As he pulled out, he slapped my buttocks and said, "You didn't wait for permission to cum. You know I have to punish you for that, don't you, baby girl?" I knew. And I couldn't wait. What I've Always Wanted Ch. 02 My legs were still shaking as Russ helped me move from the dresser where he had so thoroughly ravaged my ass to the king-sized bed in the center of the room. He bent and kissed me deeply as he reached behind my neck to untie the knot that kept my breast binding in place. By the time he'd cum deep inside my tight ass, lack of blood flow had turned the flesh a deep purplish red that made my pussy drench the bedspread. He unwound the leather straps slowly and gently, knowing that my poor titties would hurt enough as the feeling came back to them without any unnecessary roughness on his part. The huge globes sprang free of their prison and I gasped. He knelt in front of me and kissed them softly, swirling his tongue around my distended nipples. "Thank you, baby girl," he murmured, his face buried in my substantial cleavage. "That was amazing." Russ placed his large hand in the middle of my pale belly and eased me back onto the bed, then spread my thighs as far as they would go. He flipped the switch to turn off the vibrating dildo that was still buzzing away in my pussy and unbuckled the straps holding it in place. It slid out, accompanied by a rush of silky wetness, and Russ set it aside. He examined my red and swollen pussy for a moment before leaning in to run his tongue across my clit. I groaned, so exhausted that I didn't know if I could take more of Russ' erotic attentions, but my body reacted to him immediately as always. He grinned and took my labia ring between his teeth, pulling it playfully before rising to stand between my thighs. He held out his hands for me and pulled me to my feet. He asked me to remove my skirt and I shimmied out of it quickly. Then he lead me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter while he ran a very warm bath, adding some fragrant bath oil to the water. When the tub was full, he motioned for me to get in. I sank down into the water, gasping as it lapped against my swollen asshole, then my aching tits. Bruises were already forming on the pale skin, some looking like Russ' fingerprints, others the distinct shape of the riding bat, and still others the small red dots, petichial hemorrhages caused by the bindings he'd tied so tightly around the giant globes. He traced a finger across some of the most vivid bruises and smiled. "Given a day or two, your breasts are going to be gorgeous, baby girl. Don't you think?" I gulped and nodded, deeply embarrassed by the evidence of the abuse I craved so deeply. "Of course, we'll have to give them time to heal before I torture them again, sweetheart. I don't want to cause any permanent damage. So, I'll have to come up with another way to punish you for cumming without permission earlier." I'd half hoped he'd forgotten about my transgression, distracted by the novelty of breast bondage and the feel of his cock in my ass. But I should have known better. In all the time I'd known him, I had never been allowed to orgasm without begging for permission first. I tensed, wondering just what he'd do to me. In the past, he'd forced me over the hood of his car in a crowded nightclub parking lot and fucked me til I came a dozen times; toward the end, there were half a six guys watching, urging Russ on as he tore up my pussy. I would've happily taken them on, but I knew Russ wouldn't share me, so I had to content myself with the fact that my audience was jacking off as I got fucked. And then there was the time that he made me go into the confessional of a Catholic church and describe to the poor priest in detail how I had sucked Russ' cock on the way to the church, playing with my pussy the whole time I was confessing. When I heard the priest's breathing grow heavy and fast, I knew he was joining me. The thought of the priest with his cock in hand as he sat in the confessional made me cum so hard that I had to confess to that as well. Another time, I wasn't allowed to leave his apartment for a week. During that time, I could only wear a corset, stockings and fuck me pumps, even when he was away, working on-base. Periodically, he would text me an order to take photos for him as proof that I wasn't disobeying him. Every time he came home, I had to lean over the arm of the sofa for him to spank my jiggling ass until it was covered in welts before he fucked me from behind. And I wasn't allowed any relief that whole week; as soon as I got close to orgasm, he pulled out and walked away. So, my punishment could be just about anything. I remained silent, except for the occasional painful gasp as Russ began to massage my tits, his hands coated in soothing oil. Of course, the pain was accompanied by an answering throb of my clit. "I have the perfect punishment," he said at last, continuing to knead my swollen and bruised titties. He didn't say any more, just began to wash me all over with creamy body wash. Once I was deliciously clean, Russ gestured for me to stand. He wrapped a thick towel around my body and helped me to step out of the tub. Back in the bedroom, Russ ordered, "Bend over and hold your ankles." Wary of more punishment, I obeyed without delay. I felt a familiar cool liquid dripping onto my swollen asshole, then Russ' thick finger working it inside me. Despite myself, I got wet again and my breathing quickened. I couldn't believe he was going to take my ass again so quickly. He removed his finger and left me there, my ass on display for him. He rummaged around in my overnight bag for a moment, then returned. I felt a prodding at my reddened rosette and I tried to relax my sphincter. To my surprise, it wasn't Russ' thick cock; it was the obscenely thick, 8" long butt plug he had asked me to buy. "I want to make sure you stay open for later, baby girl," he murmured as the plug slid into me, held in place by my tight hole, and slapped me affectionately on the ass afterward. He ordered me to re-dress myself and we left the hotel room. In short order, Russ had procured a cab and discussed our destination with the driver in private before I was allowed to get into the car. As I settled in, Russ unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out for me to stroke. I rocked a little in my seat, trying to find a comfortable way to sit with the big plug inside me. The drive wasn't long enough for me to make him blow another load, which deeply disappointed me. I had hoped to have my tummy full of his cum before we reached our destination. Tucking his cock away, he helped me to exit the cab and I almost stumbled when I saw where we were. The storefront had a neon sign in the window, advertising, "Piercings of all kinds." I turned to look at Russ, my face white with shock. I knew what my punishment would be: having both nipples pierced. While I loved my labia ring, I had resisted his urging to get additional piercings. He smiled smugly and I knew he had me. If this was my punishment for not begging for sexual release, then I would have to do it. I had no choice... unless I never wanted to see him again. Given the way he dominated me in bed and spoiled me out of it, that wasn't going to be an option. We entered the store and a very cute young woman greeted us. Every inch of her arms not covered by her tight latex bustier was covered in tattoos. She wore a pair of leather short-shorts that clung to her heart-shaped ass and showed off her tanned, toned legs with ended with feet in heavy Doc Marten boots. Her short, spiky black hair was tipped in vibrant purple and her big blue eyes were ringed in heavy black eyeliner and thick mascara. Russ explained what he wanted and she led me to a private cubicle. "I'll need to see your breasts in order to determine what size jewelry to use," she said in a very professional voice. I obediently unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. When she saw the swollen, discolored flesh, her eyes widened. I blushed furiously, even as my ass clenched convulsively around the plug. As usual, my punishment was well thought-out. Russ knew that I had never shared my desire for tit torture with anyone but him and he wanted to make sure that at least one other person knew my naughty secret. She reached out and touched my nipple in a clinical fashion, evaluating it's thickness and length. Even that light touch brought tears to my eyes. Russ stood behind the girl, smirking at me. She turned away to prepare her tools. From there, it went quickly. She clamped my right nipple, which caused me to cry out. She quickly slid the needle through my flesh, following it with a stainless steel stirrup ring. Once she had the ball closures in position to keep the ring from coming out, she turned to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. A quick discussion of cleaning procedure followed, then I dressed myself, wincing as my bra pressed against my newly pierced flesh. Russ thanked the cute little piercer, paid the bill, and held the door for me to exit the building. "That should be a long-lasting reminder that you must ask for permission to get off," he said as we settled into another cab, headed back to the hotel, where I knew Russ was just getting started.