Afternoon delight

Come to bed He said in that imperious voice that brooks no discussion. The mind was screaming but it's a really good bit of the book, as the feet scampered after Him. He hopped into bed and one slid in to join him... snuggling under the covers because it is nippy when you are naked at this time of the year. Lying curled in His arms was warm, if hardly safe. One hand viciously pinched and tugged at a nipple while His mouth held the other one prisoner. His free hand was buried in one's arse and vagina...

See this is the joy of being short and having a tall partner... it's all about the reach J

Though He swears it was only two fingers in the arse and one in the vagina. Unfortunately that reach afforded Him a lot of leverage and he drove them in with a force and sureness. Surrendering to the inevitable one came in a loud keening orgasm... well several of them and spent, one tried to curl into a foetal ball to no avail. Do it again... cum for me He growled, teeth still locked around a sore and bruised nipple. And the body did... treacherous thing that it is.

Lube up and get on your knees He ordered. And He inserted himself ever so gently into the tight and abraded orifice. He pressed further and further in until his balls were mashed up against a dripping cunt. With infinite care He withdrew almost to the end, before forcing his way back in. Whimpering into the pillow one lay there trapped between the bed head and His cock. Back and forth He moved. All of it at the same excruciatingly, slow pace. In past screaming, resistant flesh. Out past reluctant, swollen flesh.

Until after an eternity of this slow torture He dragged one back, spreading the arse with finger nails digging into the cheeks, stretching it wide open and fucked it with a fast and furious pace. He pounded in and out until he came, thrusting in with one last vicious jab.

One lay there, waving a white tissue in surrender, wondering which part would hurt the most first...