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I wait all morning for you to visit with my fingers
buried in my snatch. At the sound of your car motor, I leap up and dry
myself off. A knock sounds at the door. You come in, grab my shoulders and
give me a rough kiss with lots of teeth and tongue. Your hand snakes down
under my skirt, past my panties, to finger my clit. I am wet already.
“Hike your skirt up,” you say calmly and shove me back onto the couch. I
fall in a sprawl across the cushions. “Spread your legs and pull your
panties aside. I want to see it. Now.”
I comply with shaky fingers, my pussy slick with excitement. “You’re such
a naughty girl,” you say gazing down at me. “Look at yourself, all
dripping wet. I told you not to touch yourself before I come over. Have
you been playing with yourself?” you demand. I lie by shaking my head no.
“Well, well,” you murmur in disbelief. “Lies, all lies. You’ll have to pay
for that, you know.” You jerk me up off the couch and command, “Take off
your top.” I remove my blouse and then my bra for good measure. You grasp
one of my breasts, kneading roughly. Your fingers pull and twist my
semi-hard nipple, sending sharp throbs to my clit.
“You want it so badly, don’t you, slut?” you ask softly, while rolling the
other nipple tightly between your thumb and forefinger. I nod mutely as my
knees start to buckle. You smile a wicked smile and say, “Then take off
your clothes and get ready for it, bitch.” You push me towards the bedroom
and I shed the rest of my clothes as I go. In the bedroom, you spin me
round and push me backwards on to the bed. “Spread your legs and grab the
headboard,” you order, “and you’ll stay like that if you know what’s good
for you.” I grasp the bars of the headboard quickly and spread my legs
open wide. You then climb on the bed and kneel next to me. I gasp as you
start to slap my breasts, short stinging slaps that make my nipples expand
and harden. You lean over and take a nipple in your mouth, biting and
sucking. Your hand never ceases to pull and twist my other rock hard
nipple.
I moan as you begin to slap them again. With each slap my breasts grow
harder and hotter. Eventually, they are on fire- rings of heat encircle
them, radiating out from my painfully engorged nipples. Each sensation you
inflict sends a jolt of electricity to my pulsing clit. Finally, when I
can stand it no longer, I reach down to touch myself. You stop slapping
and grab my arm, twisting it painfully back towards the headboard. “Did I
say that you could touch yourself?” you ask. I moan in response and spread
my legs wider, attempting to focus your attention away from my tits. “You
slut. I’ll work your pussy over when I am good and ready. But now you
obviously can’t be trusted.” You smile as you pull two short lengths of
rope from out of your back pocket.
“Please…” I start to beg, but already it’s too late. My wrists have been
firmly tied to the bedposts above my head.
“Keep those legs spread,” you hiss, “or they will have to be tied too.”
You lean down to further spread my legs apart and flick the tip of my clit
with your tongue. I cry out as frustration sweeps through my body. I raise
my hips in vain to try and make further contact with your tongue. You
shake your head slowly as you pull out a longer length of rope. You
straddle my waist and begin to tightly tie up my breasts in a figure eight
pattern. I cry out and strain against my restraints as my breasts become
hard globes that stand out from my chest. “That’s better,” you murmur as
you continue your abuse. The sensation of each slap, pinch, bite and twist
is increased a thousand fold due to the cut off circulation. My breasts
have become the whole world; twin circles of pleasure and pain.
The torment continues as you proceed to ice my nipples and clamp them with
clothespins. The clothespins sends a fresh jolt of sensation to my already
aching clit. My hips grind and rotate beneath you. Juices flow from my
vagina, I feel the wetness running down the crack of my ass and pooling
underneath me. Just as I am about to beg you to stop, you take your hands
from my breasts and reaching around, slide two cool fingers deep into my
pussy, testing the wetness. I moan as my vaginal walls contract and clamp
down trying to increase friction against your fingers. Fluids swirl about
your fingers and run down the palm of your hand. “I see your ready,” you
say, as I beg you for release with my eyes and low whimpers, “but if you
think sluts deserve an orgasm with out earning one, you are sadly
mistaken. Your mouth needs to a little work before that happens.” You then
thrust your dripping fingers between my lips. I lick them frantically,
tasting myself, trying to please you.
“Not good enough,” you say as the sound of your pants zipper coming undone
reaches my ears. Your fingers are replaced by the head of your cock,
pressing against my eager lips. I open my mouth and you wordlessly slide
your cock deep into me. I lick and suck the head of your cock, savoring
it’s velvety texture and salty fluids. I lap at the sensitive underside of
your cock, feeling it harden, it’s tip pressing the back of my throat. I
struggle for a breath as I feel you swell on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly
you jerk your cock out of my mouth saying, “that’s enough, bitch. We need
this to last a little longer.”
You reach over to the bedside and take a long drink of ice water, keeping
several cubes in your mouth when you are done. You climb back on the bed
and bend your head down between my vibrating thighs. Your ice cold tongue
licks my burning clit, making me scream. Your hands force my thighs apart
as you clamp your cold mouth to my to my pussy. Your tongue probes my
vagina, drawing out fluids and your teeth scrape across my swollen clit,
driving me into a frenzy. You suck my clit relentlessly until I cum in a
wave of orgasm that lifts my hips off the bed, my arms straining against
the ropes. My climax sprays cum all over your mouth. Glistening juice
streams off your chin as you raise your head from between my legs. As I am
still shuddering, you lay on top of me. You take my face in your hands and
part my lips with your wet tongue. I suck my own salty juices from your
mouth in a haze of afterglow. When I come back into focus, my arms and
breasts are untied and you are standing by the bed.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper hoarsely, my chest heaving.
“You can do better than that, slut,” you say, pulling me off the bed to
kneel at your feet. “We have some unfinished business, you and I.” Your
hands guide my mouth to your still hard cock. “This is how you say ‘thank
you’ properly.” You hold my head tightly as you begin to fuck my mouth.
Your cock pumps in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with
every thrust. As I feel you slide rhythmically across my tongue, you
whisper, “look at me while I fuck you.” My eyes are locked with yours as
your cock swells and explodes in my mouth. You pull your cock out as you
cum, splattering sticky fluids across my lips. A thin stream of cum
connects my lips to your cock. The strand of white cum breaks as you rub
the head of your cock across my lips with the words, “lick it clean, now.”
I oblige, sucking every bit of fluid from your softening organ. You pull
away from my mouth and I start to wipe your stickiness from my face and
bruised, throbbing breasts. “Now, now, pet,” you murmur and pat my head,
“I need to leave now, but before I go, I want to give you a little
something to think about before my next visit. Stand up and bend over the
bed.” I obey, trembling in anticipation… |
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