Workout with Lara – 4

Then it happened again. Her arse, which felt delightfully full, was suddenly empty, and her tensed sphincter pulled her back door shut. She tried to look round but Greg kept her ponytail pulled tight to prevent. Angelina felt his fingers tickle over her sensitive hole again, brushing up the back of her swollen pussy lips and over, smearing a little of her dripping juices from her hot cunt onto her anus. She moaned in anticipation and pleasure, her body tensing up, her firm arse cheeks clenching shut, which in turn clenched her hole shut even further.

Greg pushed his cock between her cheeks again, pressing against her arsehole though not pushing in. She tried to push back but he stopped her. Greg slid his hand up her smooth back, then round her side to where her large, firm breasts hung. Her nipples stood erect in her aroused start, begging to be played with. Greg took one between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it, tweaking and pulling on it. After a few moments fiddling with it, he gave her nipple a hard pinch. Angelina gave a yelp, her body shuddered and she clenched her bum again. Greg took this moment to drive back into her, powering forwards with all the strength he could muster.

Angelina screamed loudly in pain with her full lung capacity. The sharp pain shot through her sphincter as he penetrated her, driving all the way in again without caring for her situation. He hands clenched in the cuffs, pulling at them again as she automatically tried to grab for her arse. Greg paid no attention, holding her down on the sofa back and starting to thrust hard in and out again. After the initial pain had subsided, Angelina felt the pain every time he drove in and forced against her anal muscles, which were unable to get used to his thrusts because of the speed and ferocity behind them.

She let out throaty groans of pain with every thrust into her abused arse, though it was somewhat decreased as he drove to full depth, which gave her a tingle of pleasure from it probing her insides. Greg pulled back on her ponytail hard and pounded on her, driving full length in and out, loving her groans of pain and pleasure. He thrust in for a couple more minutes, loving her arse muscles clamping down and massaging his cock. He slowed to a stop and pulled out again, his cock bouncing up in front of him as he withdrew from her. Using her ponytail, he dragged her off the back of the sofa, where she slumped to her knees as she caught her breath, a trickle of sweat running down the side of her face.

Greg grabbed her by the ponytail and handcuffs and dragged her over to the base of her stairs, with the wrought iron railings. He pulled her onto the base of the stairs on her knees and then tied her hair tightly to the railing. She hadn’t realised what he’d done till she tried to kneel up and it tugged sharply. He grabbed her hips, positioned himself and thrust into her arse again, pumping her with short fast strokes immediately. She groaned, more in pleasure this time as she’d stayed relaxed and ready for him. He grabbed the handcuffs and pulled back hard as he slammed in and out of her arse. Angelina grimaced and grunted in pain of the burning the cuffs caused to her wrists, but still groaned in pleasure from the deep penetration into her rear.

He rode her arse for a few minutes, pounding her as hard as he could as he approached climax. Angelina had to push back hard with her legs to stop herself being pushed over by his hard thrusts into her arse. Her arse tingled from the pounding and her wrists hurt from the cuffs cutting into them. As he got just near the brink he pulled out sharply and grabbed her hips. Before she could register what was going on, he rolled her onto her back, twisting her hair and crushing her arms uncomfortably under her. Angelina’s large breasts jiggled as she landed, before Greg straddled her upper body and knelt over her, his cock in her face. He grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her gasping mouth, causing her to gag since she wasn’t ready.

“Suck bitch” he hissed, grabbing her head. Angelina did exactly as she was told and sucked as hard as she could, the hollows of her cheeks sucking in as she did, her tongue curling up round the sides of his shaft and round his head as she did. He bounced her head hard, face fucking her large, bee stung lips as hard as he could. She felt his cock swell in her mouth and then the hot, salty spurt of cum shot hard against the back of her throat. She coughed slightly, but then did what came naturally and started to swallow his load. Several spurts of his load shot into her throat, the rest trickling onto her tongue. Angelina swallowed with no problem whatsoever, and sucked at his cock to get the last drains of it. She sucked and licked his cock clean, tasting the mix of their passion.

Greg slumped down on the floor to catch his breath, Angelina feeling the cuffs digging uncomfortably into her wrists. Pulling firmly with her head, the loose knot slid undone and she freed herself from the banisters she had been secured to. Greg looked up, then located the key to her cuffs and unlocked her. She sighed gratefully as they were released. As much as she liked bondage, it was nice to have the harsh metal away from her wrists. They rested at the foot of the stairs for a moment, before Angelina stood up and stretched.

“Well I’m going to take a shower” she said, and turned to walk up the stairs. After a few seconds she looked back to him.

“You coming?” she said. Greg smiled and took her hand as she led him to the steamy wet pleasure that awaited…

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To be continued?