Page 29 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Sounds perfect.”
I feel the bed move from behind me and instantly miss his strong body warming me.
“Close your eyes,” instructs Hugh and I do as he asks then I feel movement at the side of the bed where he must be standing as he begins to tie his rolled up shirt over my eyes. Tying a knot at the back of my head so it sits snugly over my eyes, he says, “Here, climb off the bed and then sit back on it and lie down on your back. I’ll help you” Hugh takes both of my hands in his as he guides me off the bed and then sitting back onto it awkwardly with my legs spread. With his hand on the back of my head, I follow his hand and lower my head to the bed and lie down, lifting my knees and placing my feet down on either side of my entrance.
I hear Hugh take in an audible deep breath as the bed dips and I feel his thighs against my shins.
“I’ve never taken anyone like this and was able to view my work,” he mutters in a thick low voice. “Hold onto the back of your thighs Roxy, open up for me like a flower.” I do as he asks and feel the pinch of the needles clasping my folds closed as I move to open myself fully to him. It hurts but not a terrible pain, a tugging tight pain that is not unbearable. It’s almost a nice pain. I lie on my back, holding my legs high with my knees almost touching my shoulders as wide as possible to avoid hitting the needles in my breasts,my arsehole open wide for him. What must I look like, blindfolded, covered in needles holding myself open for him. I hear the cap of the lube again, but this time feel the cool gel being dribbled onto my back entrance sending a shiver of excitement to my clit.
“I won’t hurt you Roxy, we’ll take it slow because of the needles.” And true to his word I feel his cock nudge at my back entrance, almost waiting for permission to enter.
“Do it Hugh,” I gasp. After hours of build-up I need a release, and I need him inside of me now.
Pushing with more intent I feel his cock begin to open me up as my tight ring of muscle begins to release and allow entry. I use my thigh muscles to hold my right leg up so I can carefully snake my right hand around my breasts then lower to rub small, slow circles around my clit to allow my back hole to relax. Ever so slowly Hugh enters my body with the patience of a saint, pushing mere millimetres before giving my body ample time to adjust around him over and over again to ensure my body accommodates the size of him in such a small channel. I almost scream, ‘Fuck me Hugh!’ but catch myself. I need to reframe this moment, reminding myself that this is his time and fantasy, not mine.
One final edge and thrust and I can feel his cock fully seated inside of me and his balls slap at my bottom. The feeling of fullness is incredible, the sensations of the pain in my nipples and pussy a pulsing delight as he begins to move steadily and we both moan in unison.
Hugh begins to build up a momentum of thrusting in and out as my arsehole loosens and widens for him. My body relaxes entirely now he’s fully seated and I let myself enjoy everything Hugh is giving me.
I don’t think I am going to be able to hold on very long as I let all the sensations of pleasure and pain take over me. The needles jiggle and pinch on my breasts, below me the tips getthreatening close to my legs when Hugh’s body thrusts into me edging me closer as I continue to thrum my clit until Hugh reaches out a hand and flicks the needles around my nipple which sets off a cataclysmic explosion that rolls through my body and engulfs me. I scream in ecstasy as the pleasure ripples through me over and over again, Hugh pounding my arse with more force prolonging my climax and chasing his own.
A roar escapes Hugh as I pulse and tense beneath him and he in turn pulses inside of me as I feel him unload in my back passage. He holds still inside of me as I lay panting on the bed. I move my arm to rest across my face taking in the moment and what just happened.
Shakily I hear Hugh say, “Roxy, that was everything,” as he slowly pulls himself from the grip of my back hole. My legs follow him down like jelly and flop to each side, open wide and carefree. I can’t see Hugh’s face, but I can hear the emotion laced in his words. My heart swells that I was able to create a memory that was just for us.
“You can remove the blindfold now,” requests Hugh.
“Are you sure?” I reply timidly.
“I want to see your eyes more than I feel ashamed of my body right now.”
Feeling unsure of myself I tug the shirt upwards and let my eyes readjust to the light before raising them to first see muscular thighs, Hugh’s long, semi-hard cock and higher to a muscular frame with heavy layers of excess skin from losing a dramatic amount of weight.
I look into his eyes and say, “Hugh, you made me come so hard, you alighted every nerve ending in my body from the sensations the needles gave me across my body until I thought I was going to black out.” I smile up at him like a woman in awe and well and truly fucked.
Hugh falters, clearly not expecting those to be my first words after glancing at his body. “Y-You enjoyed yourself?”
“I more than enjoyed myself Hugh. And despite the fact I’d have preferred to look into your sparkling eyes as I came, even the blindfold added to the heightened sensations.”
Hugh looks like he’s blushing. “I thought my body might put you off, I couldn’t look you in the eye and see the revulsion others have had when they’ve looked at me.”
“Hugh, you are a beautiful, strong and sensual man with a talent for needles and heightening a woman’s pleasure to mind blowing levels. Given the chance, I would imagine any woman on this planet would like to climax at least once in her lifetime in the way I just did. I swear I can still feel the aftershocks of it.” I smile back at him as I very very slowly sit up. I reach my hands forward for his, which he gasps, and I use his support to push to my knees on the bed as he stands in front of me. Looking up, I place my palms on his strong abs that are shrouded by loose skin and begin to raise them to his pecs and up to his neck where I link them looking up into his eyes.
“I have to take blood thinners, so it’s too dangerous to have the excess skin removed yet or ever,” Hugh explains.
“I see a strong, attractive man standing in front of me, Hugh. I can’t be the only one. You have a huge cock, and you know how to tease and edge a woman without even meaning to until she has the climax of her life. Never in my life did I imagine needles would or could create such a reaction in me. Or maybe it was the person who was cleverly piercing me with them?”
Leaning forward, Hugh kisses me softly on the lips and I melt into him as my hands still cradle his neck. His lips are soft and gentle, his mouth opens and in true Hugh style, his tongue slowly finds mine in a delicate dance. Our kiss is indulgent and longing. It doesn’t feel like he is taking anything from me, he is giving me his soul. How can such a short period of time createsuch a deep connection? I want more of him, of the kiss, of combining our bodies again but it is not my place to say.
When Hugh breaks away, I know what he’s about to say before he says it and my heart hurts in my chest. “I need to get you cleaned up Roxy, our time together is coming to an end.” Leaning forward, he brushes his lips against mine which almost feels like a goodbye.
“I’m just going to the bathroom to wipe up but won’t be a minute, just stay there and I’ll be back to look after you.”
I smile and reply, “No problem.” And watch as Hugh strides naked towards the bathroom. I hear a tap being run and in no time he’s back. He collects me in his arms, more familiarly than the first time and carries me back to the fold out bed. Carefully laying me back down with my head placed perfectly on the pillow, Hugh begins to delicately but quickly remove each needle starting with my nipples. I breathe in with each pull and tug but they don’t hurt as much as when they were entering my skin. I almost miss the slight pain that they represented.
Once my breasts are free from the needles Hugh swipes them with an antibacterial wipe and removes the tiny pinpricks of blood that are the only signs of what our evening entailed.
Moving to my pussy lips, the five needles make me grit my teeth again as Hugh feeds them back out of my flesh. Hugh is gentle and careful trying to ensure I have as little discomfort as possible. Once they’re out of me and he’s wiped at the small spots of blood with a fresh wipe, he runs it across my clit and my whole-body shudders. I’m so sensitive I don’t think even I could touch it and make myself come again.
