Screaming into his Kiss

I have no idea if there are editing issues that are not. Like all my works I do not claim it to be world class work. It is for enjoyment, not a grade. Everyone is over 18. Everyone is fictitious. This story is written in a more conversational storytelling style. Those looking for a perfect college-level essay will hate it. If you are looking for start-to-finish sex, it is not that either. It is a told story. For those who stay and read, I hope you enjoy it. If I receive enough feedback, I have the next part roughly outlined.

Screaming into his kiss.

He had just finished his drink order for his table, I glanced at him and he smiled. He leaned over suddenly and whispered quietly in my ear: "I am going to kiss you deeply and while I'm kissing you, you're gonna be screaming and moaning in my mouth and nobody will hear it, but that's only if you are strong enough to admit that you want a mixture of pain or pleasure. And I'll do it right here in this building before you go home tonight."

He then picked up the tray with his order on it and walked back to his party's table. I looked around in shock and I glanced down at where he had been. There was a business card laying where he had stood. Scribbled on it what's the words "if you're brave enough text me at this number and I will text you where to meet me in the building."

I was both offended and very turned on. For whatever reason this appealed to a deeper fetish that I did not know was buried inside of me sexually. I quickly put it out of my mind as the two girls from the office finally showed up. I glanced at my watch and it was a little after 6. This Friday was going to be at least 3 drinks before I Headed home.

Now he was not an average looking man he was a stunningly handsome. I am guessing he was in his early to mid-30s, about 6 feet 1 to 6 foot 2, and athletic build and those dark brown eyes that were mesmerizing to look at. He had a reddish brown, neatly trimmed hair ending perfectly shaped and trimmed beard he had a polo shirt on that was just snug enough to define his athletic body but still loose enough to look comfortable and casual. He was wearing old school khaki dockers on and dress shoes that looked comfortable. Me, I had just come from work and was in a pair of leggings that were a teal color and workout shoes that were almost the same shade of teal a big baggy black T-shirt hair was back in a ponytail. I had hoop earrings and minimum make up. You could definitely tell that I dressed for casual Friday. For those wondering I had worn comfortable pair of matching underwear in pink the panties were cotton hot pink bikini style lower on my hips is where I like to wear brief panties. The bra was a basic bra that had a wider cleavage in it so that if I had changed into a dress shirt, I could have left some buttons or something undone but I wore it as it was also mostly cotton and very comfortable. By the way my, name is Abby, not Abigail not Addison my parents just named me straight up Abby.

After I had 2 wines, I asked the two girls that had met me from work if they had ever heard of this sexual idea of kissing and in the process of kissing you scream and moan directly into the person's mouth that was kissing you or you are kissing them. The first of my work friends said that was a long-winded question and had several answers since I wasn't very specific on the sexual reason causing the screaming or moaning. Lizzie, the youngest, after the three of us said that she had never heard and experienced it. Now Margaret, who was in her late 50s, might even be 60s, said yes, she had heard of it and she had moaned and screamed really loudly in the middle of a climax when her husband was fingering her in a public place. She said that she had initiated it so they wouldn't hear her moans and then her screams of climax, the reason is she would rather get thrown out of the restaurant for kissing her husband passionately than for making a scene. We all agreed that made perfect sense. But, buuuut, this now left me with very damp and moist pussy. Deeply perverted thoughts were running in the back of my mind. Curiosity about how and where in this club could he do this. Add to this the DJ had started hitting the right tunes to fill the dance floor. This night was beginning to show promise. At least in my wine-soaked brain.

I finally slipped my phone under the table and texted him, where and when. He responded immediately with "look at the DJ, then move to your right, DJ's left and you will barely make out a hallway. Meet me there in five minutes. I started looking around trying to think of an excuse. Then it occurred to me this place is so crowded. Perfect.

"Hey ladies, I just saw and old friend from college on other side. I am gonna go say hi." I got up and took a circular route around everything knowing if they followed me, I would disappear into the crowd in a second. I got to the other side of a very busy dance floor and made a fast walk to the opening her said to be at. I did not make exactly five minutes but less than a minute off.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and slowly applied pressure there and looked at me deep in the eyes.

"You are slightly later slut, that still gets punishments."

I stuttered out a, "what the fuck, this is not what I signed up for. You proposition something erotic not abusive." After I got this out, he called me saucy and used his grip on my neck to direct me down the dark hallway.

I noticed right off there was a single dim bulb in the middle of the hallway, even though there were obvious brighter light fixtures that were not on. I also counted three doorways down the left and two equally spaced on the Right. At the end was a wall and a hallway going to the right. It was darker but a red glow. I am guessing from an exit sign at the end of the other hallway. He took me clear to the back wall, dark by reddish glow area.

"Perfect" was all he said at first and he kissed me deeply. He is an amazingly talent kisser. To the point his kiss made me weak in my knees and my damp pussy was now getting very wet.

Now put your arms behind your back and lean against the wall. Time to make you scream into my mouth as I kiss you. This is going to be the pain before the pleasure. Moan and scream as you want." I panicked and moaned both. My traitor of a cunt, since it's a traitor it is no longer my pussy, just a traitorous cunt, was almost gushing. There was something about the way he said things and his confidence that was overheating me and my brain was slowly stopping thinking and just responding.

He rolled my shirt up and stuffed the rolled edge into my mouth telling me to bite on it and hold it there. My black T-shirt being baggy and long, I had a lot of material stuffed in my mouth I was biting on. My bright pink bra was fully exposed as were two very large looking tits in the position I was now in. This cleavage bra showed allot but that proved to not be enough. He pulled my right tit from the cup and folded the bra inside shelf. Then he did the Left side. Turn the bra into a cup less shelf bra. My tits were held up but not covered.

Without a bit of warning his left hand covered my mouth, and his right started slapping my tits hard. It hurt like fuck. After about five slaps on each tits, he pulled the shirt from my mouth and started kissing me. I was looking down the hall hoping no one came in there seeing me shirt up tits out. I was moaning again and my mind numbed to this even more. I was slipping into what I later learn is "sub space" At that point anything he did, if it ended in his kiss I would do. I hated myself yet I felt compelled to keep going. He was gently massaging my tits and it felt fantastic after everything to do with the spanking. Then again, no warning, he started twisting my nipples and squeezing them harder and harder. I know he got close to twisting them almost to 360 degrees. I was screaming, stomping a foot and shaking my head no. But my mouth was filled with his kisses. I did not want that to stop. In my mind enduring the pain was easy as long as his kisses continued.

When he stopped the pain, he kept kissing until my screams turned to pleasure.

"Well time to explore more fun spots." With that he slides my leggings down to below my knees. He stepped back looking at my panties and smiled.

"I love your style, Babygirl." Now this is an issue, I hate being called that or slut or whore, yet he has now called me all three and each one got me wetter. From him it felt right and not an insult or degrading.

"You know a cunt is a marvelous thing. It is open but yet can hold fluids in it like it is now but all I have to do is open it." He inserted two fingers deep into my cunt. I shivered and started to moan. All he said was "Shirt" and I stuff the shirt rolled up into my mouth. No thought, no argument, just instant reacted. It felt good, it felt strange. It fell horrifying.

Soon as the shirt was where it needed to be, he started exploring the inside of my cunt. He said that there is so many hidden thing with the cunt inside and out. Then he asked if I had ever jerked off my clit. Of course I hadn't. I had never even heard of it. I shook my head no.

"It is relatively easy. Start rubbing it like normal, only in this case it is so engorged from how turned on you are, you don't need to. He took his phone and snapped a picture then held it up.

"See how turned on you are. The clit is peeking out way past the hood. I can actually push your hoods back even more. Then you take your thumb and index and stroke the sides like it is a micro dick and feel it get harder and more engorged." As he was explaining this and watching my cunt and clit, he started stroking me just like he explained. I was getting the weirdest sensation I have ever had to my clit. I could feel it throb and stiffen and engorge and I also felt all the sensation, the ones I feel when just rubbing it. My mind, I think, finally stopped working and just told me and the body flow with this you may never get this again.

"You know what else is cool about your clit and cunt. It is self-lubricating. Guys aren't. Somewhere in this area are two little hole. They are about the size of a skin pore. They are connected to two sacs inside your whore cunt. Maybe slut cunt as I have not sold it yet. When these sacs get the right stimulation or signal, they fill up. Then as the cock or dildo are whatever slides into you, they leak a little at a time to keep your cunt lips lubed so not to allow you to get a rash or discomfort happens."

He inserts a finger inside me and I moaned a lot. He was like. "Take your arms out of your shirt and spin around the to the back so you can keep your mouth full. Then thrust your hips out so you can watch my hand." I complied again, without a second thought. I knew at that point I was his, completely his in this moment. He called me a good Babygirl and my cunt flooded with juices. He smiled. He said thank you for such a nice tribute.

He was probing all over just inside my fuckhole. Well, that's what he was calling it and my brainless side seized on that.

"There's one of them and it is filled up. Let's see if I can find the other one." He was feeling and rubbing inside. I was gasping, moaning and fighting a massive organism that had been building.

"There is the other one. Oh my, I do believe you are not going to be able to hold back if I keep going."

He stopped and started kissing again after removing the shirt gagging me. As he did this with my hips still thrust out, he grabbed my nipples and twisted them like before, but worse. He twisted them one direction, then the other while ramming his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. My closeness to orgasming subsided a lot but did not go away.

Soon as that happened, he spun me around having me placed hand on the wall. He went back to torturing my nipples, but leaning over my back and his crotch pressed into my ass cheeks. The pain had moved from painful as fuck to an eloquent delicious pain that was arousing me more than I deserved. Then it happened. In one swift hip thrust I felt his bare cock impale me complete and totally buried in my cunt.

"Ah there she is, the slut, no, the pain slut that will let me do anything to get to feel this monster cock in her. Isn't that right Babygirl?" All I could do was nod my head. I was fully surrendered now. He was doing long slow strokes. He was now spanking my ass hard. Now and then he mildly slaps the side of my face from behind.

It did not take long and I was struggling to not go over the edge. My brain begged me to orgasm. To do it quietly. I balanced one hand and removed my shirt.

"Please please I need to cum. I need to orgasm. What do you need me to do to earn this sir. Please." I was holding on to a thin thread now. I stuff the shirt deeper in my mouth. I bit harder and close my eyes.

"When I shoot my first rope in your slut cunt you may cum or whatever then." I held on and on. Finally, I felt this massive pulse and heard him moan and let loose. I exploded and moaned and screamed in the shirt. After two ropes were shot into me from his cock, he pulled out spun me around and lift me up and slammed me down on his cock. It was amazingly painful and erotic. He told me to remove my shit and bra completely. Then he started kissing me deeply again and my orgasming hit again. Everything he said was happening. I was moaning and screaming into his mouth with pure pleasure. After he finished, he stopped kissing.

"When I pull out, stuff a hand under there and catch all that cum and kneel and clean my cock and put it away. Then eat all the cum in your hand. I do not want any wasted. Anything that drops on the floor as you pull your panties up you will lick up. Once I am satisfied you have complied, I will be leaving you to clean up and get dressed. Do you see that door there, (he was pointing to the second door or the left side) it is a girl's restroom. When you get inside the light switch is to the right. Do not turn on the light till door it is fully shut or security will know someone is back here.

As he started easing out, I balanced holding onto him with one hand and stuffed the other between my legs. I hurriedly got my panties wiggled up. Then start licking and sucking his cock clean. This was the most awkward position I have ever been in for sexy. Once I had his cock back in his pants, I was slurping and licking all the cum out of my hand.

He left shortly after I finished licking the three globs off the floor. I snuck into the restroom and got the lite on. I cleaned up, I used the hand dryer to dry the shirt as best I could. My whole body was shaking. I sat on the couch there for almost 15 minutes. I sent him a text now that I could reach my phone in my thigh pocket in the legging.

"Thank you, sir, for keeping your promised and more. That was so surreal. We seem to get all that done in 20 minutes"

"You are an excellent Babygirl for further training. Text this number at 1:30 Sunday afternoon. I will tell you how to dress and give you my address and what time I expect a knock on the door. No doorbell, a knock. If I do not hear from you, I will know it was too much for you."

I put two pads on to catch more cum

"Further to finish the night when you get to your home, you will strip to just bra and panties in your car, then get out and pee in your panties to go with all the cum in them so no pads in panties if you have any on, leggings are fine but not panties. After you pee

in them you will remove them, fold them up and stuff in your mouth and suck all the flavor out of them. You will walk in as you are after that. Inside fully undress. You will text videos or photos to prove compliance with your Masters command. Do you understand? If I hear nothing, again I know it was too much."

I moved the pads; just in case I stay in this crazed state. I finished dressing and rejoined my friends. Making up a story about why it took so long. I had spritzed self with the skinny perfume I always carried. We had a blast for a little more time chatting. I headed home. On the way I was coming down and debating.

Do I want to keep going or leave as a one night at the club thing?