Crave2BTaken
Virgin
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2008
- Posts
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She had arrived on time as per her instruction and wear only a skirt and tank top with heels to pull her outfit together. Stripping her top and heels off she waited kneeling, thighs slightly parted revealing a hint of bare skin between. He walked in behind her –cloaking her eyes, she could only hear the soft soled shoes. Her every nerve ending was on end. There was a touch of electricity in the air. Only her short skirt remained, each hand secured behind her back, the ropes intricately woven creating exquisite form and symmetry.
The command whispered along her ear and he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She bent at the waist- forehead touching the floor. She adjusted slightly. The hum of the vibrator caught her attention; she could feel the relentless toy stimulate her clit. She struggled against her binds, struggled for balance, her moans louder and her cunt dripped more. He entered her juice slicked pussy – moving rhythmically. Her eyes closed against the blindfold. Her senses stimulated and lulled by Master and machine. Each stroke more sensual than the last, the vibe was bringing her closer and closer. Moaning softly, her breath escaped from her parted lips. She was ready and needed to focus. He looked down each hand cupping her ass. He smiled, raising his hand to deliver one firm strike on her exposed skin. Instantly, refocusing her attention as flesh heated and reddened with the contact. Groaning her cunt began to drip, the wetness flowing over his cock. The strong hand continued to punish.
He held the toy firmly to her clit. The organ swollen and he was teasing, coaxing more from her. ‘Ask for what you want, slut.’
‘Please may I cum?’ All that she could think of was getting relief and none was coming. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. She needed relief and begged only to be given his laughter in response.
‘No,’ his denial firm. He could see her pain… her pleasure in the way she held her body. ‘Not yet slut’, and grinned; she could feel his laughter, her body responded in a deep blush at her humiliation. At this point she did not care her pleas became more and more urgent, with each strike on her ass… The vibe relentless was pursuing her to her end.
Leaning over her back, thumb circling her nipple, puckering it; his finger joined rolling… pinching… squeezing and pulling. Her breath labored from her body as she continued to struggle with her binds.
‘Yes my dear cunt you may cum,’ the whisper massaged her ear softly.
Her breath rasped from her chest, crying out as the wall of her pussy convulsed around his hard shaft. His tongue slide down her spine slowly. His hand firmly twisting and pulling overly sensitive bud… She was in great pain… great pleasure. Her body ached but he was not finished. He removed his cock from her pleasure evident on his cock, pulling her back to her knees, hands still firmly secured behind. Untying the silken knot, removing the obstruction, her gaze still full of hunger, eager to suck… eager to worship him.
He was stroking the shaft in front of her. He could see the juices that dripped from her. He closed his eyes for one moment, the sensation building with each stroke… each movement. He pushed the head past her lips and fucked her mouth deeply. Groaning… Faster and harder his cock used the hot wet orifice, he watched intently as he used her face… he watched as her greedy tongue licked all that she could reach.
He laughed as he pulled on of the cords securing her hands. The ropes fell away. He kissed her lips, walking away to finish cleaning himself. ‘Good job cunt. You pleased me well.’ He threw over his shoulder watching him leave. Her body sensitive, she smiled to herself. ‘Good job to you to sir’.
The command whispered along her ear and he laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She bent at the waist- forehead touching the floor. She adjusted slightly. The hum of the vibrator caught her attention; she could feel the relentless toy stimulate her clit. She struggled against her binds, struggled for balance, her moans louder and her cunt dripped more. He entered her juice slicked pussy – moving rhythmically. Her eyes closed against the blindfold. Her senses stimulated and lulled by Master and machine. Each stroke more sensual than the last, the vibe was bringing her closer and closer. Moaning softly, her breath escaped from her parted lips. She was ready and needed to focus. He looked down each hand cupping her ass. He smiled, raising his hand to deliver one firm strike on her exposed skin. Instantly, refocusing her attention as flesh heated and reddened with the contact. Groaning her cunt began to drip, the wetness flowing over his cock. The strong hand continued to punish.
He held the toy firmly to her clit. The organ swollen and he was teasing, coaxing more from her. ‘Ask for what you want, slut.’
‘Please may I cum?’ All that she could think of was getting relief and none was coming. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. She needed relief and begged only to be given his laughter in response.
‘No,’ his denial firm. He could see her pain… her pleasure in the way she held her body. ‘Not yet slut’, and grinned; she could feel his laughter, her body responded in a deep blush at her humiliation. At this point she did not care her pleas became more and more urgent, with each strike on her ass… The vibe relentless was pursuing her to her end.
Leaning over her back, thumb circling her nipple, puckering it; his finger joined rolling… pinching… squeezing and pulling. Her breath labored from her body as she continued to struggle with her binds.
‘Yes my dear cunt you may cum,’ the whisper massaged her ear softly.
Her breath rasped from her chest, crying out as the wall of her pussy convulsed around his hard shaft. His tongue slide down her spine slowly. His hand firmly twisting and pulling overly sensitive bud… She was in great pain… great pleasure. Her body ached but he was not finished. He removed his cock from her pleasure evident on his cock, pulling her back to her knees, hands still firmly secured behind. Untying the silken knot, removing the obstruction, her gaze still full of hunger, eager to suck… eager to worship him.
He was stroking the shaft in front of her. He could see the juices that dripped from her. He closed his eyes for one moment, the sensation building with each stroke… each movement. He pushed the head past her lips and fucked her mouth deeply. Groaning… Faster and harder his cock used the hot wet orifice, he watched intently as he used her face… he watched as her greedy tongue licked all that she could reach.
He laughed as he pulled on of the cords securing her hands. The ropes fell away. He kissed her lips, walking away to finish cleaning himself. ‘Good job cunt. You pleased me well.’ He threw over his shoulder watching him leave. Her body sensitive, she smiled to herself. ‘Good job to you to sir’.
