She felt snug and full of him, engorged. She luxuriated in that for a split second before she craved the friction of his cock against her cunt again. ...leasure is a cycle, she thought. Either you in or you are out. And once in, you need to go through the paces. She let her body go limp as she realised any stoppage was going to be distressing. But she was also distressed as the hopelessly compromised condition of herself. For Thakur, the fucking was a lesson being administered. From the pleasure. Last time I heard, Mistress you didn't even want to see his face. After about half a day, he's in your bed. Boffing your brains out. You do have that 'Just had my brains fucked out' look on your face, you know?" Said Becky.Mistress raised an eyebrow at her."Remember Miss Becky. I still can wear your ass out, if you get too lippy. You are not above it." Mistress told her in her most stern Mistress voice.Becky got an uncertain look on her face. You never know with Mistress.She was starting to. We started to talk and come to find out, she has been looking for basically a sex partner. She said she hasn't had sex in a while because she was new to the area and living with a roommate. She arranged for me to come over one day while her roommate was gone. I got there and she looks a lot better half naked then when I saw her on the street. She opened the door and was wearing just some tight panties and a tank top. Her ass was round and she had a tattoo on her thigh and her back. She led me. He ended up fucking me, something I had never done before, and I loved it, not so much for the sex, but, again, the abuse, for he hurt my balls with his huge hand, twisting my sack hard, while fucking me, and verbally taunting me, in the most delightful way. I dug it, would have done any thing for him, that was scary, and a little disconcerting, to say the least. To know that I could get those intense feelings from having a guy abuse me, all my fantasies, to that point had a woman some where in.