Missy Likes It – Chapter 05 of 05

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I stayed in my workroom until just before midnight, but I didn’t get anything done. I was too distracted by the video from the barn. I kept checking to see that Missy was all right. I knew that she wasn’t truly “all right,” but I had to be sure that at least she wasn’t destroying herself.

I walked back down to the barn in time to watch Missy as the clock struck twelve. She was covered in sweat and wailing continuously even before the chimes began. She yelped with each bing of the chime and screamed loudly with each of the twelve strikes of the clock. I shouldn’t have let her talk me into allowing her to stay on the pendulum.

As soon as the clock finished striking twelve, I flipped the switch to shut down the pendulum. It normally takes a few moments to come to rest, but I slowed it with my hands so that it stopped in just a few swings. I removed the butterfly clips from Missy’s nipples and she sucked in air between her teeth as the new pain hit her.

I released her hands from the wrist cuffs and she immediately began massaging her breasts to relieve the sting of restored circulation. I released the straps holding her thighs in the leg holders and removed the leg cuffs from her ankles. It had taken all my strength, with her helping, to raise her up so that she could impale herself on the dildos which stuck up from the pendulum’s rail. I wasn’t sure I could remove her in her current state.

I straddled the rail and stood close behind her. Grasping her by the waist, I lifted up and heard her moan as first the anal plug and then the pussy dildo came out of her. I pulled her back into my arms and lifted her over the rail. I was about to pick her up and carry her back up to the house when she said, “No, no, no, not yet.”

She was almost dead weight in my arms. She turned her head to look at me and said, “Fuck me. Fuck me now. Lay me over this thing and fuck me in the ass. I need to complete this. Sharon has to know I completed this.”

She squirmed away from my arms and pulled herself over the pendulum rail so that her hands and feet were on the ground with her ass held high by where her pubic bone rested on the rounded steel bar. Her body was glistening with sweat; her pussy was sopping wet from hours of stimulation and orgasm; and her asshole was open slightly from the prolonged penetration of the butt plug. I took a deep breath. If there was ever an “I’m going to hate myself in the morning” moment, this was it.

After so carefully restraining myself for so long, how could I take advantage of her now? She was a physical and emotional wreck.

But her body was reeking of pheromones… and her ass was gaping slightly above her dripping cunt… and she was pleading desperately, “Please! Please! Do it! Now! Fuck me in the ass!”

My mind said I shouldn’t, but there are times when your body just acts on its own – especially when your prick is starting to do the thinking for you. Ignoring the warnings in my head, I dropped my pants and leaned against her. I slid easily in and she moaned, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I pumped into her for several minutes. She was writhing and moaning beneath me. Suddenly her ass clamped tight on my prick and I spurted. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around my thighs. Her upper body raised up above the level of the rail on which she rested. Every muscle in her body was flexed tight as she quivered and vibrated and wailed through a tremendous final orgasm. Then she relaxed completely and fell limp across the metal rail.

“Are you all right?” I asked. That question after sex was a first for me.

“Just take me up to the house and put me to bed,” she answered in a horse whisper. “I will tell you everything in the morning.”

I carried her to the house and tucked her into my bed. It wasn’t that I was lusting after her body, I was worried and wanted her close until she was truly awake the next morning. I left the bed only to make one quick telephone call and once to reset the alarm to the front door. I think I finally fell asleep around four in the morning.

I woke suddenly with sunlight streaming in my eyes. The bed was empty except for me. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and an old shirt and almost ran downstairs, fearing the worst.