...sends me into my second orgasm.

The only reply I can come up with is some sort of guttural groan.

"Uuuumghff"

"What?"

SLAP

I reel my head back and arch for him.

"No!"

"No what??"

SLAP

"No... sir! He can't... fuck me... like this."

With that he grabs my arms and pulls them back. He holds me by the elbows bouncing me off his cock at first but let his grip slip down to my wrists. Pulling my arms for leverage he starts giving it to me harder than before. My ass stings, my pussy burns and my arms ache from being twisted into that position, but I just can't stop cumming.

My eyes had been clamped shut. I open them and look in the mirror across from me. He ha me bent at the waist over the side of the couch, but pulling on my arms like that lifted my torso up so I can see my tits bouncing into my face. I'm still covered in his cum. Some of it is drying now and I really do look like a filthy whore.

"How many times have you cum?"

"I... don't know."

SLAP

I really don't! The last orgasm hadn't really subsided ever. It just kind of peaked and fell, peaked and fell.

"Three, sir!"

"Again"

"Yes... Sir"