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feel things you’ve never felt, to create sensory memories to last a lifetime. Sometimes a little pain helps with that, but only if you want it.” Fingers pinched my nipples, holding both tight. I bucked again, but the pain morphed to pleasure and I licked my lips, relishing the foreign feelings. When he let go, the pain heightened and I moaned, twisting as much as I could in this awkward and restrained position.
    I’d never even fantasized about mixing pain with sex, yet I wanted more. This was my night to explore beyond the bounds of my experience, the bounds of my marriage, and I grew greedy. I wanted to feel it all, take it all, and be taken.
    The men’s hands and mouths continued to explore, to tease and ignite every inch of my body. Fingers sporadically stroked through my folds, pushing inside my sex. I raised my hips to draw the fingers deeper, wanting more, wanting it all. Something lightly slapped my sex. Then something slapped my breast, and something else low on my belly.
    “Do you like that?” a voice asked. “Do you like being slapped by our rock-hard cocks?” The smacks continued, never in the same order or the same places, and the surprise of each one made me writhe and moan. As the men continued, they took turns rubbing their cocks through my wetness, both stimulating me and providing lubrication for the slaps. I twisted within the confines of my captors.
    Someone parted my folds and rubbed his cock against my clit. I pressed my hips up, but it wasn’t enough. I yearned for more pressure on my clit. I yearned for a cock inside me.
    Instead, I got sharper slaps, one on each ass cheek, delivered by something harder than a cock, perhaps a leather crop.
    I wriggled against the hands that restrained me, not really trying to get free as the stinging slaps continued on my ass, on my nipples—on my sex. My body was on fire, every nerve sparking at once, every cell singing out for more contact in whatever form it might come.
    Two mouths sucked my tits while another kissed my mouth, sucking on my lips, my tongue, while the leather continued to slap my ass, stinging and burning and making me yearn to have another cock dive inside me.
    The spanking finally stopped, leaving me burning, and the pain subsided into a tingle that permeated my skin. Still splayed, I longed for penetration, but instead I got gentle teasing, fingers and mouths and cocks trailed everywhere except where I needed.
    “Please,” I said between kisses. “Please, one of you fuck me.”
    The cushions yielded to the weight of someone above me, and I got what I asked for. One of the men slid deliciously inside, driving deeper with each slow thrust. My greedy insides tried to hold on, to keep him inside longer each time, and the man groaned in response, the most erotic, satisfying sound.
    Restrained, I could barely move, but I pressed my hips up to take him in further, and he pressed down, straining, giving me every inch of his cock. Once his balls reached my ass, he thrust a few times slowly, increasing his pace with his deep penetration. Before I knew it he was pumping fast and hard like piston, driving me ever closer to climax. When I was almost there, he slid out, achingly slow, before plunging deeply inside me again.
    This new rhythm continued for several minutes—in hard, out slow, in hard, out slow—until I felt like my body knew every inch of his cock, every vein on its length, the curve of its head.
    A finger reached down between us, whose I couldn’t tell, and rubbed my clit. I cried out as I climaxed, and the speed of the thrusting increased again, pounding me, nailing me into the cushions as my body contracted around the cock, as I thrashed against my restraints and my own uncontrollable convulsions.
    When I was starting to think I couldn’t take anymore, almost ready to use my safe word, he slid out and pressed kisses to my thighs. The hands holding my wrists and ankles released me and my body felt liquid, molten as I lay