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Suddenly it's all dark. The room, with its low violet lights, disappears from my sight.
The last image in my mind is of me reflected in the wall mirror, kneeling on the bed, with only my underwear on. He is behind me, fully dressed and after having tied my hands with a ribbon, he passes me the blindfold in front of my eyes. I'm so fucking horny. I've been wanting to be his all night. I've been wanting to be his for weeks. I'm already his, and now that I'm tied up and blindfolded, I'm starting to get a little frenzy:
Don't take so long banging me like a bitch, I've been waiting too long already.
I feel him get on the bed and come closer. The sounds have gotten louder now, and I feel like I can hear the smells more intensely too. Her perfume, mixed with cigarette and male odor floods my nostrils. I feel his hands on my shoulders: warm and strong, reassuring.
Who knows what he could do to me with those hands. Fuck, come on.
He seems to understand very well what I want, but his plans are different: he caresses me along my back and hips, until he touches my thighs with his fingertips. He approaches: first I feel the flaps of his blazer touching my shoulder blades, then I let go and lean on his wide chest. And, finally, I feel the contact of his cock on my ass. I get a chill from head to toe. Come on, do whatever the fuck I want you to do to me!
My back is arched so that he, with his hard cock, can lean on the plug he asked me to put on tonight. I've been squeezing it in the hole since before I left the house, after I sent him a picture. At the restaurant I was trying to enjoy a little bit rubbing myself on the chair, so much so that when he stroked me between his legs from under the table I jumped and almost screamed. "Finally," he says with a whisper in my ear. "Now you're all mine."
God, I love his voice. It turns me on in an animal way. With that low, confident tone, he could subdue me more than all the bandages in the world. But I've done my part too, oh yeah fuck. I wore those panties. Just the red velvet ones, transparent behind - so you can see the plug. I hope he remembers them and for the excitement he slams me even harder.
Hold your right hand on my hip, just below the breast. With the left hand it goes down, tickling the abdomen, follows the curve of the belly, until it reaches where it should, the elastic of the panties. Enter gently, exploring me. I can feel his warm breath near my ear: he's excited too. He's in no hurry and his fingers put a slight pressure on my smooth, perfectly shaved skin, as if to make me realize that I'm his. Knowing how much he wants me, how much control he has over himself right now, to have me exactly the way he wants me, drives me crazy. He first caresses my big lips, widening them with his index and middle finger, then he wraps me, until he rubs and presses on my clitoris. He doesn't even have time to set a rhythm in touching me that I fucking come right away. I have a strong tremor: the first orgasm finally arrives and it's short but very intense; it leaves me even more craving if possible.
As I regain control, I feel him pulling away from me, lifting me up and getting me out of bed. "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Be careful, I can't see anything." I ask him in a hurry, knowing that he won't answer me. Right now I'm his and I have to trust him. He leaves me standing, so he takes my arms up, and once he lets me go, they stay up. He fucking hung me up. I try to let go of the weight for a moment and I actually feel myself being held from above. He comes down with his hands and grabs my panties, bringing my face closer to my private parts. I can't see him but I feel him and I want to take his head, squeeze it between his legs and choke him on my pussy, but I can't do it. With a quick gesture, he pulls out the red underwear, snatching a moan of pleasure from me. "Come on..." "Stop talking" the answer is dry, peremptory, it lashes me like a whip and makes me almost tremble with excitement. I'm challenging him and he knows it. It's a game of parts: I have to make him make at least a minimum effort to subdue me. He goes away for a moment, probably to put his underwear down. In a moment he's behind and, once again, he surprises me.
"We're good with this," he says, passing something around my head. "you can only do one thing," he stares at the rubber ball in my mouth, "moaning with pleasure." And I moan, of course.
For a moment I imagine from the outside: naked, blindfolded, hung and gagged. Exposed and submissive. Fuck what I wouldn't do to myself if I were him!
I can feel it dripping down my legs: I'm shamefully aroused.
Finally he, who was certainly watching me with that look that I know so well, comes close and starts touching me again. His hands run from his arms to his ankles, continuing to change rhythm. He stops on my ass, squeezing; he bites my neck, sucking my nipples; he's in front and behind at the same time; he touches me everywhere, licking me everywhere. After a couple of missed orgasms, almost by chance he finds himself with his mouth on the clitoris, one finger inside, the other hand teasing the plug. And nothing, I scream. I empty my lungs screaming all my pleasure, while I flood his mouth and his hands with my moods, which by now have even stained the floor.
Fuck me. Come on, please.
I can think about that even while I'm having an orgasm. I can hardly think of another time when I've enjoyed so much and I'm certainly in no condition to do it now.
"How good you taste" has stopped and is right in front of me. I can smell my scent on him, which in the meantime lifted me off the ground clutching my legs around him, regardless of being able to get stained. In that position I lay the potato right on the swelling of his pants.
Come on, he listened to me and now he's fucking me!
And instead, slightly detaching the pelvis, he shoves something inside me that immediately starts to vibrate. He lets me go again and puts himself on my right side, with one hand he plays with me and the vibrator. "Let's see if you're ready."
I can't figure out in time whether I'm more excited about the vibrator or the premise that...Slapp! His left hand is printed on my butt. I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared for the pain -very slight to tell the truth- the heat, the resonance that the slap seems to have with my vibrations in front of it, but above all I wasn't ready for the feeling of submission that a single spanking had instilled in me. I wasn't fucking ready. And now I can't do without it anymore.
He seems to understand, though I have to say my moans are quite unequivocal. After the first comes the second, on the other buttock, then the third. The fourth is a bit louder, the fifth comes from a different angle. Meanwhile he whispers in my ear, telling me how my butt is blushing. I can't really pay attention to his voice though, because I can hear it coming from inside. I feel like the dildo is vibrating at the same rate he's talking to me. Or maybe it's the rhythm of the spanking. I'm not sure I understand what's going on anymore, but I'm definitely having an endless series of little orgasms that are destroying me.
At some point this heavenly torment stops. "That's good, you deserve a prize." I don't know if by good you mean that I enjoyed it like a slut in heat, but that's okay, I'll take the prize. I'll take anything you have to give me. He takes off my vibrator, takes off my gag and walks away. Not even two seconds it's come off and I'm already getting the urge to get caught again. But at least from the noises I hear I can tell he's undressing.
Finally, damn it.
He comes back to me and unhooks me from wherever he hung me. Feeling all the weight on my legs again leaves me disoriented and only at that moment, when I risk falling to the ground, I realize the effect that all the orgasms have had on me. Luckily there is him holding me, supporting me and gently making me lean on the ground. With my knees. I barely have time to put my tongue on my lips with a swine that I feel his cock coming: instinctively and very willingly I open my mouth to welcome him. But not even now it's my turn to command: he grabs me by the base of his hair and controls my blowjob without hands. I try to give him the maximum pleasure, doing my best without knowing how he'll want to move, even if in the end I'm the one who enjoys the fact that he submits to me for his pleasure. I realize that my hands, even if tied, are in front of me: so I throw myself into a wild little finger and I come in silence for the umpteenth time, just as he is shoving it down my throat.
Like all things good or bad, this one ends too. I'm picked up and put on the bed doggy style. That's enough to make me accept the regret that I no longer have his cock to suck.
"Now I make you completely mine." And I understand what's about to happen. I'm almost enjoying it already. He comes up from behind, caresses my buttocks and pulls the plug, with an expert gesture that makes me arch my back. He opens my buttocks and I feel a few drops of saliva dripping down the hole. God how I'd like to see him, but I can imagine it: him taking his dick in his hand, again.
wet my throat, put it against my ass and shove it in. Suddenly I feel it: hot, hard and wide, it makes its way inside me slow and inexorable, all the way to the bottom, without mercy.
I enjoy and feel pain. I enjoy it because I feel pain.
Once I arrive with my hips against my buttocks it stops for a moment. Then it slowly pulls it out to the middle and puts it back in, changing rhythm, taking my breath away. So inside again, a little less deep but a little stronger, and so on. It's pounding me like I've always dreamed of. By now my throat is burning from how much I'm moaning and shouting my pleasure, which this time starts from my bottom and goes all over my nervous system, making me feel the orgasm mount in every corner of my body.
He understands that I'm coming, but above all that it's going to be really epic, so with a stroke of genius he puts some of his own into it. I feel that he shoves the dildo in front of me with a disproportionate vibration and I, with that double penetration, come. I come as if I'm coming into the world for the first time again. I come as if I was being struck by an electric shock, as if I were burning immersed in freezing water. I have to make an immense effort not to lose consciousness.
I don't know how long it's been, but as soon as I'm conscious of myself I feel that he takes off and turns me around, sitting down.
Suddenly I return to see shapes and colours: he took off my blindfold. With low lights and weak eyes I can't make out his body precisely, but I see him in front of me, majestically erect, masturbating with his hand. I open my mouth, smiling, waiting for his pleasure.
He splashes me so much, making me realize how much he enjoyed it too. I had no doubt, what a pig. He splashes everywhere: in my mouth, on my face, on my tits, on my belly, even on my legs. I enjoy everything he has to give me.
When he's finished, and all you can hear in the room is the sound of his wheezing breath, I realize it's finally my time. I take my wrists to my mouth and with my teeth I untie myself, so I start licking myself so as not to lose even a drop of her precious cream.
I do it slowly, in front of him, without ever losing eye contact. Before I finish, I realize that his cock has already had a new flick.
It's going to be a very long night.
The last image in my mind is of me reflected in the wall mirror, kneeling on the bed, with only my underwear on. He is behind me, fully dressed and after having tied my hands with a ribbon, he passes me the blindfold in front of my eyes. I'm so fucking horny. I've been wanting to be his all night. I've been wanting to be his for weeks. I'm already his, and now that I'm tied up and blindfolded, I'm starting to get a little frenzy:
Don't take so long banging me like a bitch, I've been waiting too long already.
I feel him get on the bed and come closer. The sounds have gotten louder now, and I feel like I can hear the smells more intensely too. Her perfume, mixed with cigarette and male odor floods my nostrils. I feel his hands on my shoulders: warm and strong, reassuring.
Who knows what he could do to me with those hands. Fuck, come on.
He seems to understand very well what I want, but his plans are different: he caresses me along my back and hips, until he touches my thighs with his fingertips. He approaches: first I feel the flaps of his blazer touching my shoulder blades, then I let go and lean on his wide chest. And, finally, I feel the contact of his cock on my ass. I get a chill from head to toe. Come on, do whatever the fuck I want you to do to me!
My back is arched so that he, with his hard cock, can lean on the plug he asked me to put on tonight. I've been squeezing it in the hole since before I left the house, after I sent him a picture. At the restaurant I was trying to enjoy a little bit rubbing myself on the chair, so much so that when he stroked me between his legs from under the table I jumped and almost screamed. "Finally," he says with a whisper in my ear. "Now you're all mine."
God, I love his voice. It turns me on in an animal way. With that low, confident tone, he could subdue me more than all the bandages in the world. But I've done my part too, oh yeah fuck. I wore those panties. Just the red velvet ones, transparent behind - so you can see the plug. I hope he remembers them and for the excitement he slams me even harder.
Hold your right hand on my hip, just below the breast. With the left hand it goes down, tickling the abdomen, follows the curve of the belly, until it reaches where it should, the elastic of the panties. Enter gently, exploring me. I can feel his warm breath near my ear: he's excited too. He's in no hurry and his fingers put a slight pressure on my smooth, perfectly shaved skin, as if to make me realize that I'm his. Knowing how much he wants me, how much control he has over himself right now, to have me exactly the way he wants me, drives me crazy. He first caresses my big lips, widening them with his index and middle finger, then he wraps me, until he rubs and presses on my clitoris. He doesn't even have time to set a rhythm in touching me that I fucking come right away. I have a strong tremor: the first orgasm finally arrives and it's short but very intense; it leaves me even more craving if possible.
As I regain control, I feel him pulling away from me, lifting me up and getting me out of bed. "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Be careful, I can't see anything." I ask him in a hurry, knowing that he won't answer me. Right now I'm his and I have to trust him. He leaves me standing, so he takes my arms up, and once he lets me go, they stay up. He fucking hung me up. I try to let go of the weight for a moment and I actually feel myself being held from above. He comes down with his hands and grabs my panties, bringing my face closer to my private parts. I can't see him but I feel him and I want to take his head, squeeze it between his legs and choke him on my pussy, but I can't do it. With a quick gesture, he pulls out the red underwear, snatching a moan of pleasure from me. "Come on..." "Stop talking" the answer is dry, peremptory, it lashes me like a whip and makes me almost tremble with excitement. I'm challenging him and he knows it. It's a game of parts: I have to make him make at least a minimum effort to subdue me. He goes away for a moment, probably to put his underwear down. In a moment he's behind and, once again, he surprises me.
"We're good with this," he says, passing something around my head. "you can only do one thing," he stares at the rubber ball in my mouth, "moaning with pleasure." And I moan, of course.
For a moment I imagine from the outside: naked, blindfolded, hung and gagged. Exposed and submissive. Fuck what I wouldn't do to myself if I were him!
I can feel it dripping down my legs: I'm shamefully aroused.
Finally he, who was certainly watching me with that look that I know so well, comes close and starts touching me again. His hands run from his arms to his ankles, continuing to change rhythm. He stops on my ass, squeezing; he bites my neck, sucking my nipples; he's in front and behind at the same time; he touches me everywhere, licking me everywhere. After a couple of missed orgasms, almost by chance he finds himself with his mouth on the clitoris, one finger inside, the other hand teasing the plug. And nothing, I scream. I empty my lungs screaming all my pleasure, while I flood his mouth and his hands with my moods, which by now have even stained the floor.
Fuck me. Come on, please.
I can think about that even while I'm having an orgasm. I can hardly think of another time when I've enjoyed so much and I'm certainly in no condition to do it now.
"How good you taste" has stopped and is right in front of me. I can smell my scent on him, which in the meantime lifted me off the ground clutching my legs around him, regardless of being able to get stained. In that position I lay the potato right on the swelling of his pants.
Come on, he listened to me and now he's fucking me!
And instead, slightly detaching the pelvis, he shoves something inside me that immediately starts to vibrate. He lets me go again and puts himself on my right side, with one hand he plays with me and the vibrator. "Let's see if you're ready."
I can't figure out in time whether I'm more excited about the vibrator or the premise that...Slapp! His left hand is printed on my butt. I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared for the pain -very slight to tell the truth- the heat, the resonance that the slap seems to have with my vibrations in front of it, but above all I wasn't ready for the feeling of submission that a single spanking had instilled in me. I wasn't fucking ready. And now I can't do without it anymore.
He seems to understand, though I have to say my moans are quite unequivocal. After the first comes the second, on the other buttock, then the third. The fourth is a bit louder, the fifth comes from a different angle. Meanwhile he whispers in my ear, telling me how my butt is blushing. I can't really pay attention to his voice though, because I can hear it coming from inside. I feel like the dildo is vibrating at the same rate he's talking to me. Or maybe it's the rhythm of the spanking. I'm not sure I understand what's going on anymore, but I'm definitely having an endless series of little orgasms that are destroying me.
At some point this heavenly torment stops. "That's good, you deserve a prize." I don't know if by good you mean that I enjoyed it like a slut in heat, but that's okay, I'll take the prize. I'll take anything you have to give me. He takes off my vibrator, takes off my gag and walks away. Not even two seconds it's come off and I'm already getting the urge to get caught again. But at least from the noises I hear I can tell he's undressing.
Finally, damn it.
He comes back to me and unhooks me from wherever he hung me. Feeling all the weight on my legs again leaves me disoriented and only at that moment, when I risk falling to the ground, I realize the effect that all the orgasms have had on me. Luckily there is him holding me, supporting me and gently making me lean on the ground. With my knees. I barely have time to put my tongue on my lips with a swine that I feel his cock coming: instinctively and very willingly I open my mouth to welcome him. But not even now it's my turn to command: he grabs me by the base of his hair and controls my blowjob without hands. I try to give him the maximum pleasure, doing my best without knowing how he'll want to move, even if in the end I'm the one who enjoys the fact that he submits to me for his pleasure. I realize that my hands, even if tied, are in front of me: so I throw myself into a wild little finger and I come in silence for the umpteenth time, just as he is shoving it down my throat.
Like all things good or bad, this one ends too. I'm picked up and put on the bed doggy style. That's enough to make me accept the regret that I no longer have his cock to suck.
"Now I make you completely mine." And I understand what's about to happen. I'm almost enjoying it already. He comes up from behind, caresses my buttocks and pulls the plug, with an expert gesture that makes me arch my back. He opens my buttocks and I feel a few drops of saliva dripping down the hole. God how I'd like to see him, but I can imagine it: him taking his dick in his hand, again.
wet my throat, put it against my ass and shove it in. Suddenly I feel it: hot, hard and wide, it makes its way inside me slow and inexorable, all the way to the bottom, without mercy.
I enjoy and feel pain. I enjoy it because I feel pain.
Once I arrive with my hips against my buttocks it stops for a moment. Then it slowly pulls it out to the middle and puts it back in, changing rhythm, taking my breath away. So inside again, a little less deep but a little stronger, and so on. It's pounding me like I've always dreamed of. By now my throat is burning from how much I'm moaning and shouting my pleasure, which this time starts from my bottom and goes all over my nervous system, making me feel the orgasm mount in every corner of my body.
He understands that I'm coming, but above all that it's going to be really epic, so with a stroke of genius he puts some of his own into it. I feel that he shoves the dildo in front of me with a disproportionate vibration and I, with that double penetration, come. I come as if I'm coming into the world for the first time again. I come as if I was being struck by an electric shock, as if I were burning immersed in freezing water. I have to make an immense effort not to lose consciousness.
I don't know how long it's been, but as soon as I'm conscious of myself I feel that he takes off and turns me around, sitting down.
Suddenly I return to see shapes and colours: he took off my blindfold. With low lights and weak eyes I can't make out his body precisely, but I see him in front of me, majestically erect, masturbating with his hand. I open my mouth, smiling, waiting for his pleasure.
He splashes me so much, making me realize how much he enjoyed it too. I had no doubt, what a pig. He splashes everywhere: in my mouth, on my face, on my tits, on my belly, even on my legs. I enjoy everything he has to give me.
When he's finished, and all you can hear in the room is the sound of his wheezing breath, I realize it's finally my time. I take my wrists to my mouth and with my teeth I untie myself, so I start licking myself so as not to lose even a drop of her precious cream.
I do it slowly, in front of him, without ever losing eye contact. Before I finish, I realize that his cock has already had a new flick.
It's going to be a very long night.
