When Stars Collide

Chapter 8: Punishments

If one is to have a legitimate b**m session, there are requirements before it begins. And no, it’s not rope, whips or s*x toys…

There should be a signed contract between the participants and a safe word.

If you don't have these, then most likely the more heavy and kinky part of the session can be called molestation, abuse or even r**e. 

And it doesn't matter how long you've been doing this together or even if you decided to live together or have gotten married. The contract and the safe word will remain with you both as a solemn and sacred agreement that will be forever be respected by both parties every time they have a session.

The problem is when one of the people involved starts to allow the other to put aside the little things that matter. Or worse, the other side is actually programming his partner to get used to a certain pattern. 

So they can gain absolute control...

"Master... please... I beg you... don't hurt me anymore! PLEASE!"

"And what do I get in return?"

"I won't... disobey anymore... I'll do whatever you want..."

"Good... but we're not done yet..."

JM finally tied the final cord to the last bed post then started taking off his clothes in record speed. Alexia barely had time to recover from the pain she received from him when he immediately leaped on the bed. 

His body slammed on top of her, his face landing on her crotch while his own turgid tool slammed on his bound girlfriend's face. 

"MMMPPPHHHH!!!" was all the sound Alex can make since her head felt like it's been cracked open by JM's landing. Meanwhile, her very large breasts are agonizingly crushed under the man's firm abdomen as the rest of her torso is painfully pinned under his body weight. "MMMMMMMPH!"

"Stop complaining and start sucking, slave! Like I said, this is part of your punishment for putting me through all those f****d-up problems today. You're lucky I'm still in a good mood or this would be a more painful session."

As Alex opened her lips to let JM's thick throbbing p***s into her bruised mouth, she can't help but sob as she remembered that this was a punishment session and not the typical bondage scenario.

He won't allow me to use my safe word since this is a penalty session. Even if I use it, he'll just ignore it because I deserved to be punished. 

As the rutty male above her started moving his hips to f**k his girlfriend's open mouth, he poked two fingers forcefully inside her still dry slit causing her to shriek in agony into his swollen head which was already invading her throat.

Even if she wanted him to stop punishing her p***y, she couldn't. And even if she could, she knew he won't stop.

It's punishment so I have to endure it.

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This is more a punishment than pleasure. But yes, I let her in so I have to endure it.

Those were Emmanuel's thoughts before he was suddenly visualizing someone else slurping and licking his now throbbing hard-on.

Originally, it was Zee eating him up...

But now, he is seeing Alexia instead...

What the hell Emman! Stop it... ahhhhh... she's your... unggghhhh...  student...  Stop... fantasizing... haaahhhh... about her...

He falls on the bed, his long sinewy legs still hanging from the side of the edge and his feet still on the floor. The woman servicing him, who he's envisioning as his red-haired, buxom and delectable student, starts to climb on top of him.

Emman closed his eyes tight as he felt small feminine hands starting to touch and tweak his n*****s until they hardened. After a few more minutes of finger play, a female mouth started sucking on his taut nubs, a minute for each while taking turns, one after the other.

And all this time, he is still imagining a curvaceous middle-aged but still young-looking woman on top of him and not his very young, childish, and immature girlfriend. And as  he holds on to this erotic and seductive vision in his head, he feels the female on top of him positioning herself above his now  rock-hard pulsing manhood...

He inhales sharply as he feels the tight walls of the woman's p***y slide to completely enclose his plump seven-incher which becomes even harder with the added sensation.

"Damn it... Alexia..."

"What did you say, honeybunch?"

Oh, s**t!..

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 "Alexia! Damnit... I'm coming... Keep your mouth open... Take it all... Ahhhh!!!"

Alex hates this part since it chokes her and if JM's orgasm is strong, his c*m tends to spurt out of her nose further drowning her in his thick liquids. But she has no choice. It is her punishment...

"f**k! YESSSSS!!! Haaahhh!!! Now swallow it! All, Of. It!"

The woman gargled, swallowed and spat the salty-sweet semen that's now suffocating her. Good thing her boyfriend's tool was about 5 inches long or his width would've possibly caused her to faint from lack of oxygen.

JM rolled away from his choking and gasping girlfriend and just let himself relax. He wanted to smoke but he hated the smell of cigarettes on the walls of the room so he stood up to get his Vape from the bedroom's dresser drawer. Taking his sweet time, he turns the long tube on and sits on the bed, his back turned to Alex, who has now managed to clear her throat enough to breathe normally again.

She waits a few minutes for the man beside her to speak. When he remained silent, just puffing away on his Vape and filling the room with blueberry-scented smoke, Alex spoke in her most pitifully humble slave tone...

"Am I now forgiven, Master?"

"No. You have three holes. I've only used just one, Alexia."

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"Alexia..."

The girl on top of Emmanuel pauses while in the middle of her humping...

"What did you say, honeybunch?"

Oh, s**t!

Emmanuel froze... and realizes he must have said his thoughts aloud. He was immediately on the defensive...

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I thought I heard you say Alesha?"

"What? No! I said Alicia! Damnit girl. we're in the middle of having s*x and you pull your jealous s**t on me?"

"Will you calm down? I just thought I heard you another name! And it's ZEE now, ok?"

"For f**k'S sakes, stop it with this stupid drama of yours, ZEE! You want to finish me off or what? Because if you're not, I'll just jerk off and you can leave me in peace!"

"Alright, you don't need to shout, dang! I did say I'd go down on you!"

The Professor, now totally turned off by his former student, just stands up butt naked from the bed, then grabs a sleeveless shirt from a nearby set of shelves and a pair of boxer shorts.

"Never mind, I've gone soft already. I'll just call you a Grab so you can go home."

Zee answers with a higher, squealing pitch, "What?! But I'm not finished yet?"

"And who's fault is that? Get dressed please. I still have morning classes tomorrow."

That's a lie but she won't know since I don't plan to give her my schedule this semester.

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It took 3 more hours for JM to untie Alexia from the bed. 

Despite her aching, tortured body, she still forces herself to answer all her clients' emails and complete a few drafts to be finalized tomorrow. Though she was dying to sleep, a part of her would rather work and earn than sleep beside the man who has just punished her mercilessly for a very small offense and an issue that was not at all her fault.

It took more than 3 hours for Emmanuel to get Zee out of his condo unit. 

He decided to just masturbate in front of the girl while she licked and sucked his tight and rounded balls so she can finally leave. When Zee had gone, the Professor jerked off one more time to the image of a woman that he just met that day but seem to have known a lifetime.