Bruised and Begging

You looked around absent-mindedly at the shop’s goods. You had little interest in using what they had. Umji, on the other hand, was having a field day. She would be looking at one toy before getting distracted by another, and so on and so forth. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how excited she was. She had the most heart-warming smile as she looked at all her options. The sense of wonder she brought with her made this experience a little more bearable. She looked like a kid in a candy store, going from item to item, wanting everything without considering the price.

It was only when you reminded her of the budget she had that she came back down. It was hard to ruin her fantasy, but you knew it was necessary. Umji pout, her dream of owning all the toys ruined. It took her only a moment, though, to recover and get serious. She furrowed her brows and brought several toys together, lining them up and staring at them intently. She placed her hand under her chin and thought about what to choose, looking at the prices for each. Umji could at max get two or put all her money on one. You decided to look at her as she was deep in thought.

Umji was thinking about this so seriously that it was almost funny. You hadn’t thought it would be that serious to her, but it was. Umji was lost in thought as she looked at the toys before her. In her lineup, she had a ridiculously priced riding crop, one that you thought was way too much for what it was. A flogger, which was much more reasonably priced, a vibrator, which you didn’t know much about, but going by the box, it was high quality, and a bondage set that included rope, handcuffs, and other bindings.

She considers her options carefully, and in the end, she grabs the bondage set and the flogger. She holds the toys close to herself, one in each arm. “Come on, let’s go!” Umji chirped, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the front. Your girlfriend is practically jumping for joy as you buy her toys. It was a slight exaggeration, but Umji was hopping from one foot to the other as the payment went through. Once she heard the receipt being printed out, she grabbed the bag and began skipping to the door.

You lag behind her and get into a short jog to catch up with her. “You couldn’t wait for me?”

“We need to get home!” She whined, “We need to try them!”

“They aren’t going anywhere, you know.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been waiting for this.” Umji reaches into the bag and pulls out the flogger, the many tassels going back and forth as she shakes it in her hand. “I’ve never had one like this.” Umji stops in her tracks and shakes the flogger at you. It’s slightly amusing to see her try to prove her point by shaking the toy at you. You relent and give in to her wishes.

Happy with her win, Umji jumps into the car, and as you drive home, you steal glances at her. Every time you do, she’s rummaging around in her bag, looking through the things that came in the bondage set. Sometimes she’s feeling the rope, sometimes you hear the clanging of the handcuffs. Each time, a small giggle escapes Umji’s lips. Once at your home, Umji rushes out of the car and inside. You take your time following behind Umji, and when you’re finally inside your home, you find her stripping down, her shirt and bra already on the floor while she steps out of her panties and leggings.

The sight of Umji’s bare body is enough to get you hard. She might not have a big chest, but the rest of her more than made up for it. Her small waist and big hips were quite a sight, especially from behind, where you could see her pale cheeks. Umji turns her head, a slight blush on her cheeks. She turns her body towards you; her inner thighs are already slick and glistening with her nectar. The next thing you notice is her wrists. Your eyes had wandered up from her puffy lips to see her hands covering her chest, but what stuck out to you was the metal handcuffs around her wrists. Umji takes shy steps toward you, lowering her head and pressing herself against you. “I’ve been a bad girl today.” Umji lifts her head, pouting slightly, “I need Daddy to punish me.” Umji rubs your bulge gently, her eyes pleading with you to fuck her. You run your fingertip down Umji’s spine. She shivers against you, eyes shutting as you hold her waist.

“How badly do you want to be punished?”

Umji bites her lip, “I really want you to punish me.”

“Yeah? What do you want me to do?”

Umji gets on her tiptoes and gets by your ear, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, I need you to ruin me.” Umji places her hands on your waist for support. “Spank me, whip me, choke me. Do whatever you want. I need you to make it hurt.”

“You’re starting to sound like a little whore,” you respond. Umji smiles at that, the degradation arousing her further. Your hands move lower and knead Umji’s soft ass, the full cheeks filling your hands. Umji moans softly, her eyes shutting as she enjoys your touch.

“I am a little whore, Daddy’s little whore.” She moans as you lift her. Umji clings to you, her arms grabbing at your shirt while her legs wrap around your waist. You make sure to take the rest of her gift with you as you walk to the bedroom. Umji nuzzles against you, smiling as she grows more and more excited about her punishment.

You toss the toys onto the bed before placing Umji down, legs still wrapped around you, and you press your lips against hers. Your hands move to her shapely legs, gripping them tightly as you explore her mouth. You stay with her until you run out of breath; only then do you pull away. You strip out of your clothes and rub your cock against Umji’s wet slit, teasing her by not putting it in. She reaches for you, her handcuffed arms pressed against each other as she whines for you to put it in.

You didn’t intend on doing that, however. You pull away from Umji and turn her around, her head hanging off the bed’s edge. You slap your cock against her face. After the first few smacks, she opens her mouth, letting you smack it against her tongue. You slide into Umji’s mouth, her throat expanding as your cock makes its way inside. You bury yourself in her throat, your balls resting against her nose as you stay inside. You enjoy the tightness of her throat, all the more when Umji starts humming. That’s your signal to start moving. You drag every inch out of Umji before ramming your way back inside. Umji reaches for her slit, rubbing it softly as your cock slides down her throat. The young woman struggles to breathe as you drive your cock in and out of her; she loves it all the same, though. Umji’s eyes begin to water as she runs out of breath, and the moment you pull out, she coughs and tries to fill her lungs with air. In the next breath, though, she’s begging for you to stuff her mouth again.

Umji’s body burns with desire. She moves her tongue around your cock as you drive it back inside. You lean forward, wrapping one hand around her throat, turning it into a fleshlight while the other moves Umji’s away from her slit. “Dirty bitch,” you grunt, your hand delivering a light slap to her slit. Umji’s toes curl from the impact; the pain was delicious. Her hips rise from the bed, a silent plea for another smack. You give it to her, smacking her cunt once more. Umji moans around your cock, and she smiles, waves of pleasure crashing against her every second. She was in heaven.

Umji welcomed every thrust down her throat; the fact that you had a grip on it, too, only made it feel better. She loved it when you treated her like a toy. She was your little fleshlight, and she’d say as much if your cock weren’t down her throat this very moment. The only thing that could make this better was the ability to touch herself, but you had already denied that with delicious spanks to her cunt. For now, Umji kept her hands to her chest, subtly pinching and twisting her nipples. Umji was so close to cumming, she just needed a little more. She raised her hips again, hoping you would give her another slap. When you didn’t, she reached down to touch herself. Before she could, though, you delivered a hard strike. Umji shuts her eyes as she cums, her nectar squirting out. You slow down your thrusts and pull out, giving Umji the chance to breathe, her face coated in her own slobber. Umji lies there, hands rubbing her slit as she basks in her orgasm.

As she rolls onto her stomach, you grab Umji by the throat, “Is my dirty little princess enjoying her punishment?”

Umji nods and smiles. “It felt so good.”

You pat Umji’s cheek and move your other hand to her ass, “Raise that ass up, baby.” Umji follows your orders, arching her back and raising her ass. You walk around Umji and climb onto the bed, your hands massaging the firm pieces of flesh. You bring your hand back and slap her ass, watching it jiggle. You hit the other cheek and watch it jiggle too—Umji moans with every hit, enjoying the roughness. You rub your hand against Umji’s ass, making her expect another smack. Umji places her head on her hands, waiting for the hit to come.

She cries out, gritting her teeth as you smack her with the flogger, the sting of the tassels remaining on her ass. “Oh fuck!” Umji presses her head against the bed, “Fuck, hit me again. Whip this ass,” She moaned, almost frothing at the mouth. You hold Umji in place with one hand and strike her ass, alternating cheeks. Umji moans with every smack, feeling every tassel as it smacks against her.

“Who’s a dirty slut?”

“I’m a dirty slut,” she replies. “Fuck!” She shouts as you smack her ass again.

“Say it again.”

“I’m a dirty slut.” You smack Umji with the whip again, her ass turning bright red from all the hits. Umji was gripping the bed sheets tightly; she could almost cum from the beating, almost. Umji shook her ass for you, wanting you to fuck her. That would be the thing that makes her cum. You put the flogger down for a moment and rub your cock against her wet entrance. “Mmm, fuck. Daddy, fuck your dirty slut.” You whip her for her words. Umji smiles at the pain; it makes her feel good. “That’s it, Daddy, punish me. Fuck me, whip me, use me until I can’t walk for a week.” You ram your length into Umji. She moans loudly, “Fuck me, Daddy,” the room echoing her voice as you thrust into Umji. Her soft ass bounces against you, your grip her ass, whipping the other cheek. Umji buries her head in her hands, trying to hold back her moans as she gets closer to her climax.

“You’re just a dumb whore, aren’t you? You enjoy being whipped and bound like this, masochistic slut.”

“I am!” Umji shouts, “I love being whipped, I love being bound. I love being treated like a little fuckdoll.” As you continue thrusting, Umji nears her climax, her walls clamping down on your cock. You drop the flogger and snake your arm around Umji. It rises between her tits, and your hand wraps around her neck. You drive your cock into Umji and tighten your grip. She whines and presses her ass against you as she cums on your cock.

As Umji cums you snake your other hand to her slit, and lightly pinch her clit. Electricity shoots through Umji’s body, and she cums again, body stiffening as you bury yourself inside. “You’re my dirty little slut.” You whisper to her. Umji could barely hear you, her mind lost in a world of pleasure as waves of it continued to crash over her. “A dumb bitch who loves being treated like a toy. I bet you want my cum, right? You want to be my cum-filled fleshlight.”

“Cum-filled,” Umji mumbles back. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Cum inside your favorite Fleshlight.” Umji says through heavy breaths. You rub Umji’s cheek and lean back, forcing her to lie on top of you. You spread her legs apart and start moving again. Umji moans freely, her body tingling from the constant pleasure crashing against her. You squeeze her soft mounds as you fuck her, your cock ramming against her womb as you increase the roughness. As she moans, you reach down and smack her cunt again. “Fuck. Daddy.” She whines her sensitive body coming to another orgasm. Umji’s core was being needled by pleasure, making it tighter and tighter as you slid in and out of her slick walls. Another smack to her cunt, makes Umji’s legs shake. You continue to wreck Umji, your thrusts speeding up and moving like a piston while your smacks speed up. Umji’s voice wavers as her walls clamp down around you again. You turn Umji’s head and kiss her as you bury yourself inside. You rub her clit in small circles as she cums with you. Her head spins as you fill her cunt with semen. It overflows from her tight cunt, spewing out despite your cock still plugging her. When you break the kiss, Umji’s tongue hangs out of her mouth. She’s completely lost to the pleasure.

You search through Umji’s bag for the key to the handcuffs and take them off her before pulling out. You lay Umji on her side, letting her rest and see her ass the bright red handprints along with the marks from the flogger. “Mmm, taking a look at your work, Daddy?” She mumbles before rolling to her back. Umji spreads her legs and brings her hands to her slit, spreading her puffy lips. Your cum leaks from her cunt as she lies back. “You did this, too.” Umji is happy with the results of the toys and takes a deep breath before glancing at your slick cock, “Daddy needs to be cleaned up.”

Umji crawls to it and wraps her lips around the tip, bobbing her head slowly, her tongue lovingly licking every drop of cum and nectar off it. She focuses on the head, sucking on it gently, her cheeks hollowing as she takes her time.

When it comes time to move to the shaft, she runs her lips across it, taking small nibbles as she laps up what’s on it. “Daddy’s cock is so good,” She says quietly. Stroking the areas that she’s already cleaned. Umji rubs the tip against her lips as she gets distracted for a moment, “Your cock, your big strong hands, the way you treat me like the little slut I am…” Umji loses her train of thought and goes back to cleaning you, dragging her tongue along the base of your shaft. Once Umji is finished, she lies back beside you, placing her head on your chest. “Let’s do this again. We have so many other things we can try.”

“Sure, sure, we’ll do them, once your ass is better.”