“Hmm!” his groan is muffled by the gag, his chest heaving having a hard time breathing predominately through his nose and he pulls on his retrains as he looks wide-eyed, desperation painted on his face, at the women walking around the bed…
His eyes follow the dark-haired beauty, clad in a leather corset emphasizing the impressive breast on her chest, black lace stockings and gloves, in her hand a riding crop.
He moans as he watch her walk across the foot of the bed, his painfully hard cock coming into view, twitching, pre-cum dripping from the tip, a cock ring around the base… his entire body covered in a thin layer of perspiration from his long ordeal.
He holds his breath, worryingly and expectantly, as she gets on the bed crawling on her knees.
“Umm…” she coos, running her hand up his legs, “… you better not cum before I tell you,” she warns bringing the crop down hard on his thigh, only inches from his throbbing erection, “… bitch!”
“Hmm…” he groans, “Hmm!” feeling the sting, he watches as she straddles him, gripping his cock and lining it up with her moist pussy a beeping sound filling the room as she lowers herself onto him, the both of them exhaling… the beeping increases as she sinks down on him… her soft, warm folds enveloping him as the beeping becomes loud and rapid…
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With a groan he rolls over, hitting off the alarm on the bedside table... it takes a few seconds, but then his eyes shoot open and he sits up, looking around.
He’s in his own bed, his hands aren’t tied to the headboard and he’s alone… “Jeez…” he mumbles, wiping the sleep from his eyes, having had similar dreams over the last month, increasingly graphic… and like always his cock is throbbing hard when he awakes, the only thing about him that’s as in the dream…
“This can’t keep happening…” he groans as he rolls off the bed, off to prepare for his day… and take care of his imminent problem as it bobs ahead of him.
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Dominic Kendrick
He was a more than reasonable successful man... in his early thirties he kept in great shape and was on top of his game at work. He was in charge, he made things happen and he was pretty much a shoe-in for junior partner in the near future… but for all his skills in negotiating million dollar deals without trembling his hand he was still haunted by these same types of dreams…
This beautiful dark-haired woman bossing him around, tying him up and denying him to focus on his own pleasure, which commonly was what he did when he took a lady home, instead he had to wait for his mistress’s release before being granted his own, and the dreams always ended prior to that point, sometimes he was on his knees pleasuring the woman, no touching of his cock… he didn’t feel comfortable with his dreams, didn’t like to lose control, but each morning his cock was as hard as it’d ever been.
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A little more than half an hour later he’s ready for work, freshly shaved, suit on, as he presses the button for the elevator outside of his apartment.
The elevator doors opened and his heart seemed to skip a beat, frozen on the spot as he watch the sole occupant of the elevator… It was the girl from his dream! - ‘Nah, it can’t be!’ he told himself - but when she cleared her throat and looked at him impatiently he almost felt as if his legs couldn’t carry his weight anymore...
“Sorry…” he mumbles, barely audible, and enters the elevator.
Standing next to her in the elevator he feels uneasy, nervous and uncomfortable at the silence… he steals glances at her every once in a while, but always diverts his eyes quickly… strangely fearful of getting caught, nothing like the way he usually acts around members of the opposite sex.
As they approach the ground floor and the end of the ride, he finally manages to get an audible word past his lips, greeting the woman…
“Hi, umm… excuse me …” he stutters, “Just moved in?” he asks, “… never seen you…” he almost ads ‘here’ as he’s seen her most every night for some time, “… before…” he curses himself for the way he stutters, sounding like a complete idiot he thinks, not anywhere as cool and collected as he usually appears.
His eyes follow the dark-haired beauty, clad in a leather corset emphasizing the impressive breast on her chest, black lace stockings and gloves, in her hand a riding crop.
He moans as he watch her walk across the foot of the bed, his painfully hard cock coming into view, twitching, pre-cum dripping from the tip, a cock ring around the base… his entire body covered in a thin layer of perspiration from his long ordeal.
He holds his breath, worryingly and expectantly, as she gets on the bed crawling on her knees.
“Umm…” she coos, running her hand up his legs, “… you better not cum before I tell you,” she warns bringing the crop down hard on his thigh, only inches from his throbbing erection, “… bitch!”
“Hmm…” he groans, “Hmm!” feeling the sting, he watches as she straddles him, gripping his cock and lining it up with her moist pussy a beeping sound filling the room as she lowers herself onto him, the both of them exhaling… the beeping increases as she sinks down on him… her soft, warm folds enveloping him as the beeping becomes loud and rapid…
-----
With a groan he rolls over, hitting off the alarm on the bedside table... it takes a few seconds, but then his eyes shoot open and he sits up, looking around.
He’s in his own bed, his hands aren’t tied to the headboard and he’s alone… “Jeez…” he mumbles, wiping the sleep from his eyes, having had similar dreams over the last month, increasingly graphic… and like always his cock is throbbing hard when he awakes, the only thing about him that’s as in the dream…
“This can’t keep happening…” he groans as he rolls off the bed, off to prepare for his day… and take care of his imminent problem as it bobs ahead of him.
-----
Dominic Kendrick
He was a more than reasonable successful man... in his early thirties he kept in great shape and was on top of his game at work. He was in charge, he made things happen and he was pretty much a shoe-in for junior partner in the near future… but for all his skills in negotiating million dollar deals without trembling his hand he was still haunted by these same types of dreams…
This beautiful dark-haired woman bossing him around, tying him up and denying him to focus on his own pleasure, which commonly was what he did when he took a lady home, instead he had to wait for his mistress’s release before being granted his own, and the dreams always ended prior to that point, sometimes he was on his knees pleasuring the woman, no touching of his cock… he didn’t feel comfortable with his dreams, didn’t like to lose control, but each morning his cock was as hard as it’d ever been.
-----
A little more than half an hour later he’s ready for work, freshly shaved, suit on, as he presses the button for the elevator outside of his apartment.
The elevator doors opened and his heart seemed to skip a beat, frozen on the spot as he watch the sole occupant of the elevator… It was the girl from his dream! - ‘Nah, it can’t be!’ he told himself - but when she cleared her throat and looked at him impatiently he almost felt as if his legs couldn’t carry his weight anymore...
“Sorry…” he mumbles, barely audible, and enters the elevator.
Standing next to her in the elevator he feels uneasy, nervous and uncomfortable at the silence… he steals glances at her every once in a while, but always diverts his eyes quickly… strangely fearful of getting caught, nothing like the way he usually acts around members of the opposite sex.
As they approach the ground floor and the end of the ride, he finally manages to get an audible word past his lips, greeting the woman…
“Hi, umm… excuse me …” he stutters, “Just moved in?” he asks, “… never seen you…” he almost ads ‘here’ as he’s seen her most every night for some time, “… before…” he curses himself for the way he stutters, sounding like a complete idiot he thinks, not anywhere as cool and collected as he usually appears.