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After dinner you pull me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. You push me against the wall and kiss me with a great urgency, pouring all of your passion and love into this one gesture. You break away, leaving the both of us panting for our breath. You kiss my forehead and run your hands under my shirt. Goosebumps erupt where you touch me, making me shudder lightly. Your hands continue upwards, caressing my back until you reach my bra. Unhooking it, you growl in my ear, telling me to take them off. I pull my shirt and bra off, dropping it on the floor. Realizing that my torso is bare, I automatically cover myself, but you pull my arms away. Bending down, you hook your thumbs in my jeans and inch them downward, watching my face turn red. My panties are soon revealed; polka dotted boy-shorts. “S-sorry, I don’t have any shimpani…” I stutter, hoping you aren’t disappointed. I am answered by a kiss on my thigh, and the panties being pulled downward. “D-don’t!” I weakly protest, but you ignore me. Now fully naked, you push me onto the bed, grinning down on me.
Leaving me on the bed, you reach into the bottom of your dresser, pulling out something black. Curious I sit up, about to inquire about the object. You turn around and I see a blindfold, rope and some other objects. You climb onto the bed, and grasp my hands, seeming to tie them up. “Relax”, you tell me. I sigh and give in to your strength. Struggling would have no effect anyway. After my arms are tied to the headboard, you move onto my legs, binding my ankles together. “Do you really have to do this?” I ask, almost pleading. “Of course!” You grin, kissing my forehead. You slide the blindfold over my eyes, rendering my vision null.
You bend over and kiss me, making me lightly pant for breath. I feel you get up, but am unsure what you will do next. “Wha-?” I gasp as I feel you fingernails run down my body. It burns where you scratch me, rows of flames on cool skin. I feel your tongue behind your fingernails, licking the burning furrows. I shudder lightly, reacting to the sudden coolness. The sensation was satisfying and left me longing for more...
I feel nothing for a while, so am left to imagine what you will do next to me. I feel the bed creak once more and I lay still, waiting for your next action. I gasp as a cold liquid is poured onto my skin. My eyes automatically snap open, but I remember that I am blindfolded. I feel your hands spread the lotion over my skin, working it into every nook and crevice of me. My body loosens as you continue to massage me, and I start to drift off to sleep. You suddenly slap my thigh, making me cry out with the sudden sting. I can feel your handprint on me, burning with the outline of your large hands. Your return to massaging me, adding more lotion as it is worked into my skin. Once again, you slap me, this time on my ribcage, under my left breast. A low, long moan escapes my quivering lips, expressing the pain of that last slap. I continue to twitch as you rub me and administer a sharp slap here and there. Finally, you stop, and all that is heard is my heavy breathing through my clenched teeth. Even though it hurt, it aroused me…
I feel the bed sink around me, and realize that you are over me, trapping me in a cage of limbs. My heart skips every time the bed shakes, to the point where I feel it in my throat. The darkness and uncertainty of your moves excites me, yet leaves me vulnerable at the same time. I hear a chuckle and then feel your fingers trail up my bound arms. My body tenses as I feel you run your fingers under my breasts, tracing the small cleft in the skin. You then lick my left nipple and I feel it harden under your tongue. Sucking a bit harder, you bite down on it, causing me to moan involuntarily. I try fruitlessly to push your head away, struggling against my restraints. “You’re not getting out,” You whisper into my ear. “Struggle all your want, but there must be consequences.” I freeze, scared of these †˜consequences’. “That’s better, my dear.” I groan, as you move on to the right nipple, twisting it between your thumb and forefinger. Still pinching it, you lick my nipple, causing to shudder. “P-please stop!” The words come out as a strangled cry, desperate to be heard. “Fine. Then I’ll move somewhere else.” I sigh as you let up, my breathing slowing.
You run your hands down my waist, tracing the contours of my flesh. My body is still slick from the lotion, so your hands easily slide down me. Between my small breasts, you lick down the center, causing to inhale sharply. I am surprised at myself; every part of my body is sensitive… While doing that, you pick my skin, leaving red marks all over. “That hurts!” I complain, hoping he will be gentle. “But you like this, don’t you? Look at yourself, being aroused by this. Pervert.” He slaps my thigh on the last word, making me cry out. My head thrashes as you lick lower, now below my navel. Once again touching me, your hands rest on my hips. You knead the skin gently at first, but do it harder and faster. I find myself breathing through clenched teeth, trying to hide the shameful moans. I am ashamed at myself for enjoying this. For getting aroused. For wanting more.
You chuckle, and I know you can feel my skin heat up, showing that I am aroused. I can tell the game has just begun.
You untie my ankles, revealing lines of red flesh where the rope once constricted. I automatically flex my ankles, relieved, but suddenly stop. I know you aren’t finished, so am nervous as to what you will do next. In a swift motion, I feel you grab my thighs and spread them open, exposing my glistening pussy. “D-don’t look!” I stutter, as I feel your warm breath on me. I gasp as you trace your fingers down the center of my heat, prying the lips apart. “Well, would you look at that. You really are a pervert. Look, you’re soaking!” I cannot muster the energy to protest, so I stay still trying to avoid any punishment. My back arches with pleasure as you thrust one finger inside of my wet hole. You pull out, and my body relaxes, only for you to insert two! I let out such lewd noises as you spread your fingers inside of me, hitting the sensitive spots. You stop in a hard, rough patch inside of me, massaging it deeply. My moans get louder and my hips involuntarily buck against your hand. Your fingers pull out and I feel them thrust into my mouth. You play with my slippery tongue, working my pussy juices into my saliva. “Don’t you taste it? Slutty bitch. You are worse than I thought, thoroughly enjoying this.” I can feel your breath on my neck, talking onto my skin. My head thrashes in protest but it’s no use. What you say is true. There is no use lying to myself.
You return to my pussy, rubbing my G-spot harder. I tighten round your thrusting fingers, close to climaxing. Just before I cum, you pull out, preventing my release. “Now, now. You cannot cum before me.” I moan and rock my hips, trying to relieve the heat inside of me. “P-please continue” I plead, aching for more. I feel you climb off the bed and stand by the edge. “Here are the rules for the new game.” You untie my hands while telling me of the rules, making sure I know the penalties for each one broken. I have to edge for ten minutes. If I cum within that time, things will get much, much worse. You wouldn’t tell me what you would do, but I am sure it is terrible. I know you are grinning watching me torture myself. You are the true pervert, getting some kind of sick enjoyment out of this. For over 5 minutes, I continue to finger myself, rubbing my clit with my left hand and fingering myself with my left. Whenever I get close to cumming, I yank my fingers out of myself, stopping right before. I can feel myself throb, aching deeply for relief.
Tears leak out of the corner of the blindfold, running down my flushed cheeks. My breathing is rugged and I moan every time I brush my sensitive clit. I can’t take much more of this. I can’t. After a few more minutes, you tell me that time is up. Leaning over you whisper into my ear “Make yourself cum, dear.“ You lick the tears off my cheeks, making me shudder from the sudden sensation. You move over to my mouth, kissing me roughly. You run your tongue behind my teeth, as if desperately searching for something. You pull away and growl at me “You better hurry it the fuck up. You have 3 more minutes. Be happy I gave you 5.” I start to finger myself harder, thrusting deeper to meet my womb. My fingers rub my clit even harder, smashing it in a desperate attempt to make myself cum. You offer to help me, reminding me of my remaining time. My head falls back as I weakly accept the offer, uncertain as to what your plans are. You jump onto the bed and slowly pull my fingers out and thrust yours in. My hips rise in that instant as you strike my womb. My pussy contracts around your squirming fingers, pulsating and throbbing in sync with my heart. Low shudders escape my lips, matching with my rolled upward eyes.
You pull your fingers out and spread them, dipping my love juice onto my thighs. I hear a belt buckle, and am overwhelmed with a desire to see you. “Please! Please take this off!” You agree, but warn me that I must be tied up again. I frantically agree and scramble to untie the blindfold, getting caught on the tight knots. I open my eyes and see you standing next to me, beside the bed. Your hand grasps your large member as you stroke it slowly; inhaling every time you touch the sensitive tip. You stop, and I realize it is to tie me up again. I groan as my knees are bound bent on my chest. “But it’s such an embarrassing position!” I am powerless to cover myself, having had my arms tied. You pull your shirt of, and reveal your bare torso. I long to run my hands on you, playing with your chest hair… I watch you climb onto the bed over me.
I open my mouth as you position your throbbing dick over me. I raise my head and lick the tip, tasting your salty pre-cum. My head is filled with the smell, making my head stuffy. It’s delicious! “Do you want my dick? Then you are going to have to beg for it.” You raise it above my head, just out of my reach. Pouting, I beg, “Please! Stuff your length in my mouth! I want it!” Complying, you shove your throbbing dick down my throat. My eyes roll back in my head, unable to focus as you roughly fuck my throat. I can feel myself becoming wetter than before, dripping down my bound thighs. You stop and pull out, allowing me to steal a breath. “Do you not like it?” “I-I do!” I cry, confused. “But you aren’t doing anything. You can’t be having all the fun, you know. Put some effort into it. Lick me.” “Sorry. I will.” You shake your head and pull an object out from behind you.
My eyes widen as I see it is a gag; it is a metal bit with a hole in the center. You straddle me and strap it on firmly, tightening it behind my head. “There. Better.” My mouth is forced open, revealing my tongue and throat beyond. I cannot speak with this device, and I can feel my saliva filling up in my mouth. Once again, you thrust into my mouth, groaning as you hit the back of my throat. I run my tongue along the underside of your cock, licking you like you demanded. Whenever you pull out, I suck the tip, running my tongue on the smooth tip. “I-it’s too much!” You cry as you cum in my mouth, filling me up with your bitter cum. A mixture of semen and saliva runs down my chin, unable to be contained by the gag. “You better swallow it all.” I force the thick, sticky liquid down my throat, swallowing it to please you. “Done?” You ask. I nod, so you run your finger inside of my mouth, making sure I properly swallowed everything. I coil my tongue around your moist finger, sucking it as if it was your dick. “You really are a slut. Dou you want more? Or maybe…down here?” He runs his finger round my pussy lips spreading the leaking juice on them. I nod at the last choice, begging for it. “I can’t hear you,” You whisper, kissing my neck. You undo the gag, freeing my mouth from the bondage. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of your dick on them. “Fuck me! Please! Fuck me hard!” I cry, desperate to feel you inside of me. You tell me to wait just a second, so I close my eyes nervously.
I am startled by your fingers thrust into my ass. My body stiffens as you move it around, feeling the folds in me. “N-not my ass!” You grin and produce a long string of anal beads. I groan and my head falls back, knowing fully well that you are going to use that. You pour lotion on it, spreading it all over the beads. You slowly pop the first bead in, making me shudder. Then, you thrust the entire length in with one motion. My hips raise as I cum instantly form the sudden stimulation in my ass. I hear a soft noise and see you laughing at me. “Did you cum, my dear?” he asks. “No, no I didn’t….” I clench my teeth, trying to slow down my breathing. “Well, your ass says otherwise. It’s so tight that I can’t pull them out.” You pat my thighs while saying this, smirking down at me. “So, you will be punished!” I cry out as the beads wriggle inside of me, vibrating and hitting every wall. “N-no!” I protest, as you slowly raise the intensity. “Then will you be a good girl?” I cry out, “Yes!” hoping to get the toy removed. “Good then.” I sigh, thinking that you will at least turn the toy off.
My eyes widen as I see you kneeling between my thighs, holding your dick. “Wha-” My cry is cut off by you thrusting your length inside of me. Moans erupt from me as you strike my womb, kissing the entrance. I cum from that, sensitive from the still vibrating anal beads. My pussy constricts around your cock, pulsating as I climax. “You’re squeezing me!” You groan, thrusting harder into me. I moan even harder as I feel a vibration on my clit. Raising my head, I see you holding an egg vibrator. “Noo…” I weakly protest, still panting. You pull out and push the vibrator in, all the way up to my womb. You thrust in beside it, your dick hitting the egg. “Ooooh…” Drool runs down the side of my mouth and my eyes are rolled back. “Yes! More!” I gasp, overcome with the pleasure. The vibrating egg and beads are too much to handle! You spank my thighs, leaving the surface red and burning. I tighten with every slap, enjoying the inflicted pain. “I-I can’t!” You cry, at your limit.
You stop and slowly pull the beads out of me. I shudder as it rubs my walls, sandwiched between them and the dick in me. I wince as you toss it in a corner, and it lands on the discarded clothes with a light thud. You return to thrusting, moving deeper and faster than before. I cannot help but moan louder, surprised by the sudden movements. Your hips violently slam into mine, driving your member into the entrance of my womb. “Don’t you even dare cum without me” You growl into my ear between groans of pleasure. I can feel your hot breath on my neck, and shudder with the sudden arousal. Tears well up in the corner of my eyes as I struggle to hold it in, determined to not cum. In a final groan, you grab my shoulders and pull me into you. My eyes roll back as I feel my arms being wrenched out of their sockets. I cum as I feel your warm sperm fill up my stomach, warming my down to my twitching toes. My back arches and my hips buck against you, still orgasming. I am left gasping for breath, trying to focus my eyes. You pull out and lay next to me, also trying to catch your breath. I lightly moan as I feel your cum run out of me and drip down my thighs. You wipe it up with your dinger and stick it in my mouth. I hungrily lick it off, coiling my tongue around your fingers. You untie me and pull me onto your chest, playing with my hair. I close my eyes and listen to your heartbeat; a deep, resonating sound. I lay there for a while and suddenly get an idea.
I roll over so that I am lying on top of you. “My turn!” I grin.
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