Pain and Pleasure

Peter pushed my head down against the mattress of the bed and pulled the steel jewel capped butt plug that I had been wearing for the past two hours from my pussy.  I felt his hot strong body against me as he took what was his.  Sudden pain as he pushed his long, hard and swollen manhood deep inside.  I wondered if my slim body would be able to take both his length and girth.  He withdrew a little, then pushed deeper holding my hips tight as he did.

A moment later he drew back slightly then a final push until his balls were sandwiched between our bodies.  The pain of his sudden entrance was balanced against the submissive desire for more and more.

Slowly Peter started to thrust, backwards and forwards.  Each time my body writhed with pain as he pushed deep inside me, then a wave of pleasure wanting and needing more.  At first Peter was drawing my hips to his body, saying “I want you and want to be deep in you, filling you”.

Building a rhythm, the pace quicken and I found myself beginning to relax.  How on earth was my tight pussy managing to take Peters extremely hard and swollen cock.  Without realising it I found that as Peter pulled back I was pushing my pussy to his body, wanting more and deeper.

Our bodies now in unison, each other with heightened pleasure.  I felt Peter holding me tight and could feel his balls banging hard against my body.  Fast and fast, deeper and deeper.  He lent over me crasping my boobs tight.  Then one extremely deep thrust inside my body, I cried out with pain and Peter gasped  with pleasure, pushing me onto the bed.  His hot body against my hot body.  For a moment silence, as he lay on top of me with his cock twitching inside me.  I strengthen my pussy muscle to extend his pleasure of having taken me.

My day had started with some frustration, but now I was relaxed in Peter arms and my mind drifted to earlier in the day.

I had been asked by Peter to meet him at a London Hotel to satisfy his manly needs.  OK he leads a busy life and it’s always my pleasure to service his deepest desires.  Driving into London was a nightmare.  Roads closed, diversions and street after street of traffic congestion.  A room was booked from 10am, allowing enough time to enjoy each other’s company.  However, parking up at 11am in Blackfriars and walking with my overnight bags, I was pleased that I had started on my make up before driving in.

The public areas of the hotel were a nice 4 star and the receptionist check me in promptly, asking no questions as to why I only wanted a day room and was not staying overnight.  I have to admit to feeling a little like a call girl, renting a room by the hour!

Reaching the room I was somewhat amused to find that it was a disabled room.  "Oh well after several hours with Peter I may need this level of facility", I thought.

Peter had clearly stated that he would be with me by 1pm, so time enough I thought to finish my makeup and finally decide on my dress.  Well as all TGirls know, time goes fast when you’re having fun with your lippy, eyeliner and stockings.  Quickly 1pm came and Peter texted to say he was on his way to the hotel.  Before I was able to apply my lip gloss, he had texted to say he was in the hotel lobby.  I texted back to say I was on my way.

I had decided to wear my new white and black dress, black bra and lacy thong, black hold up stockings and black 4 inch heel shoes.  Bending over I inserted, (with a little lube), the steel butt plug with a crystal top that Peter had bought especially to train me with.

Quickly I walked to the lift feeling the butt plug rubbing in my pussy.  It felt heavy and very solid inside me, in fact it is stainless steel and around 2.25 inches long and 3.25 inches in circumference.

Soon I was exiting on the ground floor by reception, Peter was waiting for me, I saw him eye me from head to toe, missing nothing.  As he gave me a welcoming kiss, his hand slipped on to by bottom.  “Yes” I said, “I am wearing your present.  Actually everything I am wearing you bought for me”.  I saw a smile creep across his face.  “Shall we go up?” he asked.  I suggested that a drink in the bar may be a good starting point and Peter agreed.

It was only a short walk to the bar, but I was very conscious that I had 90g of stainless steel butt plug in my pussy and only a tiny thong should it slip.  90g on slipping on a marble hotel reception floor was a thought I did not want to contemplate!

Peter guided me though the bar to a sofa.  Although there were several people in the bar, no one took any interest in us.  Quickly a glass of white and red wine appeared.  Peters hand explored the upper part of my legs as we sipped our wine.  I was aware that increasingly he ran his fingers up the inside of my legs, exploring my stocking tops.

Bar bill settled it was time to move up stairs.  I could see that Peter was impatient for my attentions.  Crossing the reception again, I tightly clenched the 90g of steel butt plug in my pussy.  In the lift we were joined unfortunately by an American with his suitcase.  Shame as I longed for Peters hands on my body.

As we left the lift and walked along the hotel corridor, I was very aware of Peter walking behind me viewing my tight and firm bottom.  “Whats he thinking” I wondered.  “Perhaps wondering how he will take me and what pleasures he will both ask and expect of me”.

No sooner was the hotel door closed, than Peter was stood in front of me naked.  “WOW”, I said, “I only blinked for a minute and your naked!”

Putting his strong arms on my butt, he pulled me to him.  First I kissed on the lips, then some teasing kisses around his neck, as I gently squeezed his nipples.  I noticed  Peter shudder as I squeezed harder.  However, his body had different ideas and gently with his hands on my shoulders he push me to my knees with my mouth level with his already erect cock.  Taking it in my hands I gently pulled the skin around its he tight.  I took my time slowly licking under its head and I heard a moan of pleasure from Peter.  Then explored with kisses and licks his long shaft, becoming aware of both its growing length and swelling girth.

His head had now started to moisten with precum, which I took pleasure in licking before running my tongue in its slit. The precum was stringy and as I licked into the slit again Peter moaned with pleasure.

His hands were now on the back of my head and without prompting I knew what he desired.  Keeping my lips moist with his precum and as fairly tight, I took Peter into my mouth.  At first running my tongue drenched with hot saliva over the head of his cock.  Holding my head Peter started to push deeper into my mouth.  I desired to take him as deep in my mouth as possible and soon felt him entering the top of my throat.  “Relax Ana” I thought to myself, “or else you start gaging”.  As much as possible I tried to hold eye contact with Peter, why you may ask.  I take my lead from how I see him react to my oral pleasure, but it is also an indication of my submissiveness.  Peter can see his cock going into my mouth.  He can see how much I am taking and my pleasure in being used this this.

I was now settled on my knees pleasuring Peter, leaving rings of lipstick up his cock, when he said “no not it you mouth, I want to cum in your pussy this time”.  Pulling back his manhood Peter stood me up and unzipped my dress.  I stood vulnerable and submissive at the side of the bed, wearing high heels, stockings held up by a waspie, a low cut bra and a very brief thong.

Peter pushed me on to the bed doggie style pulling my thong to one size and I felt his fingers around the steel butt plug ready to pull it out and replace it with his hard erect cock now completed with condom and well lube for a rapid assault into my passage of desire.

His assault had been strong and forceful and with each thrust I felt more and more as a submissive women, wanting her man to have unbridled pleasure.

Now after the assault and lying in Peters arms, I became aware of how relaxed he was and at one with the world.  He rolled on to his back.  His cock had returned to its normal size.  I removed the condom and took his cock in my hand.  With only a little persuasion did it start to reawaken.  Quietly I rose and moved to the bathroom.  Peter asked what I was doing, “a surprise” I replied.

Slipping out of my waspie and bra, I touched up my make-up and replenished my lipstick and lip gloss.  I then started to put on my surprise for Peter:  6 inch heels, hold up stockings, a satin under bust corset, black bra and black short tutu.  Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I had created the right look.

Peters eyes grew wide as I returned to the bedroom, asking if he could tighten the corset for me.  I felt the laces tighten and my figure becoming increasingly hour glass shaped.  I loved the thought that he was now in control of my figure.  The more the corset tightened, the more aroused I became.

Peter laid back on the bed, pillow behind his head.  I ran as stream of kisses down his body, over his nipples, across his chest and down to his manhood.  Licking and kissing its shaft, working my way down to his balls.  I moved into a 69 position and Peter went to hold my TGirl surprise, but I moved it away.  This was to be my time to work my magic.  I wanted him to have a long and sensuous oral experience.  My pleasure was to be in his ultimate pleasure.

Again I kissed, licked and explored his strong and very long shaft.  Licking and sucking his balls. Licking around the head and especially under the tip where it is most sensitive.  Moistening my lips I again took his cock into my mouth, tasting his cum from his last taking of me.  It tasted good and I wanted more.  Starting with slow shallow sucks into my mouth I soon increased the rhythm, trying to take him deep and deeper into my mouth and now into my throat.  I could feel his girth swelling with each suck.  I was trying again hard not to gag as voluntary I lowered my head over his cock, taking it now into my throat.

Occasionally I would take him from my mouth and masturbate him with my hands. Each time faster and stronger, pulling his foreskin tighter and tighter.  The rhythm continuing to increase.  I could hear Peter moaning with pleasure and felt his hands on my head, trying to push me deeper down.

Suddenly he jerked and his hot seed of life spurted down the back of my throat.  I sucked harder, wanting every drop.  As is cock started to soften, I took it from my mouth and licked it clean.

But I now wanted more and I could feel my dominant side beginning to assert itself.  Cuddling up at his side, I kept his cock in my hand and soon with a little gentle persuasion it started back to life.  A little oral encouragement and some hand action and again it was standing proud.

I put a little lube on figure and added it to that remaining still remaining in my pussy.  Turning my back to Peters head, and holding his cock firm I slowly started to lower myself on it. With a pillow under his head I knew Peter would be watching my ever move.  First the tip was in, then a little more.  Slowly I started to pump up and down.  At first it was really painful for me.  I am tight and small, Peter large and long.  I felt as if I was now riding metal shaft whose aim was to break me open.  Some the pain gave way to extreme pleasure.  Peters hands were now helping to support me.

I want though to see the effect of my efforts on Peter.  So lifting myself around I again dropped my pussy across his hard cock.  This time without thinking about it I dropped lower and felt him go a lot deeper into me. With each pumping motion, I was taking longer and longer sections of his cock. I could now feel him deep in me, pushing against my internal organs.  The slow speeded quickened in pace and my Tgirl surprise was bouncing up and down with each pumping action. 

I knew that getting Peter to cum for a third time was going to take effort.  I continued my efforts, increasing in speed and doing longer pumping and thrusting actions, trying to go from at one moment the tip of his cock to its base.  Suddenly he pushed his hips upwards as I was on a bouncing thrust downwards.  For a moment I thought that he was going to break me open.  From his face and moans I knew I had achieved my goal. 

Leaving the hotel we passed business men and women having a drink before going home.  I walked past with a contended smile on my face, feeling like a princess.