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As I stand, my juices dripping and sticking between my thighs, my hands tied behind me, naked and at his mercy, he stares at me and smiles.
“Please Sir, can I taste your cock?” I whisper quietly. I want him so badly, to taste him, feel his throbbing cock fill my mouth, push down the back of my throat. To kneel and swallow his cum with my hands tied away. He smiles and grabs a nipple, pinching it hard. He cups my pussy and I pathetically try to hump his hand. But he keeps the pressure away from my clit and I’m just more frustrated.
“If you like humping, perhaps you should show me how much.” He purrs in my ear. He places a hand on my lower back and steers me towards the bed. I climb on, kneeling, and he places a pillow between my legs. “Hump it like you’re a bitch in heat” he commands.
I lick my lips nervously and tried to get my balance. I lower myself onto the pillow, using my thighs to clumsily tilt it on its side. He watches me and smiles at my attempts to keep the pillow stiff. I feel my lips touch the cotton and press my thighs together, holding it there. I can feel my wet pussy soaking into the fabric. I grind my hips slowly, feeling the soft fabric caress me, I can feel myself building and hump harder, faster, but no relief comes, I can’t get my clit in the right angle. I groan in frustration and try and hump harder. Suddenly, he reaches forwards and grabs bayrampaşa escort the pillow, tugging it away, but in doing so brushes my clit and my body tries to follow. I lose my balance and I fall over, face down with no hands to brace myself.
He climbs over me, pushes my legs apart and thrusts into me. I bite the duvet to stop from calling out. Strong hard thrusts, deep into my pussy, forcing my body into the bed. Pushing me down. He pulls slightly on the rope and I feel my breath slightly restricted, I push my hips up to greet him and show him I like it. He responds by gripping slightly more tightly, pulling out of my pussy and straight into my ass. I gasp. Fuck I love that.
He fucks me over and over, my empty pussy is so wet she aches to be fucked. The sensation of my ass being full is amazing. So delicious and teasing. I try and wriggle to offer myself some pleasure, some release but I can’t. He is pounding my ass and I don’t know how much more I can bare, when I feel him shiver and cum inside me. He collapses for a moment on top of me, his warm sweaty body pressing me, holding me down. He wraps a hand gently around my throat, kisses my neck and bites my ear.
He leans up and expertly undoes the rope, casting it to one side, but holds his hand firmly on my ass cheek, telling me to stay. I feel his fingers fulya escort slide inside my pussy and his thumb curls under to rub my clit. Fuck. Fuck. I think I’m going to cum. He stops and slowly pulls his fingers out of my pussy, traces my lips, traces backwards and strokes my ass hole. He gently pushes two fingers in and fucks my hole, in and out. In and out.
He tells me to roll over. I do as I’m told and he brings his wet fingers to my mouth. “Open”. I’m shocked. I haven’t done this before. But I open my mouth as told, thrilled at the humiliation and new sensation and he slides his fingers inside, pressing them onto my tongue.
“You have 30 seconds to cum. Suck my fingers – taste your pussy, ass and my cum.”
I obediently start sucking his fingers. My hand slips between my legs and I rub my clit, I can feel how close I am already. No one makes me wet like he does. My pussy, lips, inner thigh and clit are covered in pussy juice. I can feel myself hanging on the edge and he whispers “Good Girl”. I spilled over and just as I do he takes his fingers out of my mouth and plunges them into my asshole, so that as I orgasm my ass his filled with his fingers. I can feel myself clench around him.
The pleasure makes my toes curl and my hips buck but he holds me down firmly, it’s almost cruel it feels so damn good.
I yenibosna escort stop rubbing and he takes his fingers out of me, slides them into my panting mouth and I suck them dry, looking him straight in the eyes. He rubs my lower lip with his thumb and says again “Good girl”. He takes my knickers that were thrown aside and wipes me clean.
He taps my ankles and I lift my legs up so that he can slide them over my legs. I stand so that he can pull them up my thighs and on properly. They are soaked. I can’t tell which is me and which is him. He puts my nightie on and then pulls me into bed. He playfully rubs my ass cheeks, teasingly flicking the band to my knickers. I nuzzle into his chest and ask him if he was happy and satisfied. “Yes” he said.
“Now off you go, back to bed, keep those knickers on my filthy one, so you can dream of me tonight. No touching yourself either, unless you want to come back and do it in front of me. But you’d be such a desperate little slut if you did, and you’d have to be punished for waking me.”
With that I’m dismissed, I get up, blow out the candle on my way, very quietly open the door, pulling it closed behind me.
I sneak back into my room and slide back under the duvet. I stroke the side of my knickers and pinch them, I feel the wet stickiness on my fingers and quietly suck them. Unsure what I’m tasting. I replay the scene over and over my head. I’m getting aroused. But I can’t sneak back again, can I? And what would he do to me as punishment? My stomach fills with dread and excitement. My pussy twitches again, aching to be touched. What J does to me I didn’t know. I sat there fighting with myself, listening to Matthew breath. Fuck. I was going back for more.
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