A Slut For Pain

At One With Nature

It was 8:15pm on a mild, May evening. Our first meeting. We weren't dating or anything, just messing around. Releasing months worth of pent up sexual frustration. Doing what we needed to do.
"Fuck," I hissed as a stinging nettle attacked my thigh. It was my own fault, really - all I was wearing to protect my legs were fishnets. I'm not complaining, though. I'm a massive slut for pain. It sure as hell can be embarrassing, though. For example, when I'd first began learning how to play guitar, my fingers were virgins to the feel of the stiff strings. In other words, my fingers were in true agony - meaning that each time I pressed harder on the strings in an innocent attempt to create a chord, my underwear became wetter and wetter.
As I began the trek up the steep hill, I suddenly found myself extremely nervous. He'd been angry when I told him that my parents had cancelled going out and immediately demanded for me to meet him. He'd most likely punish me. I'm not complaining, though.
When I reached the top of the hill, I saw him. I immediately became terrified. Nevertheless, I continued walking through the long grass which made loud swooshing noises against my legs with every step I took until I was standing right behind him. Upon hearing my arrival, he turned to look at me.
"There you are," he stated in his seductively smooth voice, a smirk resting on his plump lips. He grabbed my hand and began examining all 5"3 of me from his soaring  height of 6"5.
"Don't you look cool," he teased, a predatory look dancing in his eyes as he continued to gaze at me.
"Not really," I replied while blushing and gazing at the grass beneath my feet. He smirked at my embarrassment and began to walk down the hill, dragging me along by my hand. When we reached the bottom of the hill, he led me into a somewhat enclosed collection of bushes and trees. I felt my lacy underwear wetten just at the thought of all the possible outcomes today could result in.
He grabbed me by my hips with his large, strong hands and gazed down at me, his eyes half lidded, his wet lips parted slightly. I gazed up at him, a playful smirk lingering on my lips. He threaded his fingers into my hair and roughly yanked the back of my head upwards, revealing my milky white neck. He lowered his head and began roughly attacking my lower neck with his teeth, biting down harshly each time he sucked my fragile skin between his lips. I gasped loudly, my thong becoming wetter and wetter with each jolt of pain inflicted on my neck. Once he was satisfied with the already aching bruise he had created, he grabbed my hand and yanked it to meet his already hard cock through his jeans. I squeezed him gently and traced my nail against it while watching him sigh quietly. He rapidly unzipped his jeans and pushed his Calvins down to reveal his eight inch cock. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look directly into his eyes, squeezing my lips and cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.
"How big is it?" He whispered, while once again forcing my hand to squeeze his now uncovered cock.
"Big," I replied quietly, my voice shaking - a clear giveaway that he intimidated the fuck out of me. He hummed quietly, satisfied with my response. He grabbed onto my hair and pushed my head down so that it was directly in line with his veiny cock.
"Suck it, slut," he demanded while grabbing fistfuls of my blonde hair.
I obediently wrapped my lips around his pulsing cock and began to move my mouth up and down, tracing his long cock with my tongue as I did so. He moaned quietly and began to buck his hips in time with my mouth, forcing me to take his cock all the way to his base. I gagged around him, his cock too big for my small mouth.
"Good girl, aren't you?" He hissed at me as he continued to fuck my mouth. I moaned around his cock at his words and in response he sped up his thrusts, his tip hitting the back of my throat each time. He pushed my head down to meet the base of his cock and firmly held it there while he released his warm liquid into my mouth. I obediently swallowed around him and he sighed with satisfaction.
"Good girl," he whispered once again. I bit my lip and wiped the corners of my mouth as I raised my body from his crotch. He began kissing me roughly, pushing his tongue into my mouth and biting my bottom lip harshly, causing me to moan into his mouth with pleasure. He pushed my head away and thrusted his hand beneath my fishnets and into my underwear.
"You're very wet," he stated as he traced my entrance with his middle finger, "you fucking slut."
He pulled his finger away slightly and without warning, thrusted two fingers into me deeply, curling his fingers to hit my g spot. I moaned loudly, amazed at how much pleasure I was receiving from his fingers in comparison to my weak ones.
He picked up a steady and fast rhythm, only stopping to push his long fingers deep inside of me and hold them there, cruelly teasing me. As he continued to dip his fingers roughly into me, he lowered his head yet again to attack my neck, making my lovebite yet even more prominent. He removed his head from my neck and pushed his forehead into mine so that I was forced to stare into his eyes.
"You see that? The mark on your neck I just gave you?" He questioned me while using his free hand to tap at the bruise. "That shows that you're mine. Don't even fucking think about trying to cover it up. I want everyone to see it and know who you fucking belong to."
He glared into my eyes and made his fingers move even faster inside of me and pushed them deeper than he had pushed them before, making me come all over his hand.
"I didn't say you could fucking come, slut," he growled at me.
"I'm sorry," I replied in a weak whisper, but he had already began walking away, walking back home
"Don't you fucking forget that you're mine," he threatened as he continued to walk away, leaving me still trembling with pleasure.
He sure as hell scared the shit out of me.