He watched her,  the steady whir of the fucking machine beside him. Her moans and whimpers causing his cock to harden. Her arms straining against the rope that held her in place. He lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair, feet on the bed beside her. On her heaving chest sat two clamps with pert, rose colored nipples peering through each of them.

He picked up the crop and flicked one clamp off and a wave of lust raged though his loins hearing her cry out and strain against her binds.

A second clamp flicked off with one swift movement in his wrist, another mewl,  the pressure of a hungry cock becoming too much.

He shoved the cigarette in his mouth, hands hastily undoing the zip on his jeans,  ash drifted to the floor beside his feet.

He sat there watching her. He loved to watch.

Every now and then he would change the speed, ramp it up a little have her back arching and hips humping the imposing sized dildo. His mind calculating how much longer she would last before that point where all senses were lost,the point of no return. He could see her muscles tensing, she, very close. He stubbed the cigarette out and took a sip of his whiskey.

He switched the machine off and pushed it out of the way. Anger, frustration escaped her lips.

“Oh you mother fucker”

He chuckled a little as he knew how she hated him teasing her with denial.

“You really shouldn’t call people names my pet, it’s rather rude. You really don’t learn do you … the correct phrase is Thank You Sir …”

She gasped as he ran his nails along her skin from her collarbone, between her breasts and sharply ending just above her engorged clit.  Following with three hard slaps to her pussy before she could get her breath back. She writhed and thrashed as much as she could to get away from those claws but to no avail. He breathed in deeply smelling her, the scent of an aroused woman was one of his favourite things. He admired those shapely legs of hers, the black silk stockings now drenched in sweat and her own juices.

He positioned himself between her legs, smirking. He hands her the Hitachi and grins.

“You pet, are going to hold this on your clit and fucking keep it there. If you want an orgasm, I will most definitely give you one pet. Infact I’m going to give you alot more than one. That will teach you to be a greedy little whore. We are going to have you begging me to stop.”

Her eyes widened, a groan as his hard cock slammed into her. The Hitachi pushed onto her clit her hand clamped down on it, his hand covering hers.

Machines are good he mused, but not as good as what I am about to do…