Megan 'S Story
Bdsm, FantasyIt 's latterly evening, around eight pm, with a few sec ticking away on that annoying clock over the kitchen door. You 're sitting there in your living room, reading a account book, your eyes stuck on the pages, your mind totally engrossed in it. One leg is stretched out, the early is crooked and your cheek is in your hand as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. blackness yoga pants caress along your legs and a violet sweatshirt lies tight on your body, a black T-shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the background plays a radio station which you hardly pay tending to, it 's there mainly for ambiance, so you don't feel like your home alone and lonely. So engrossed are you with the book that you do n't acknowledge me silently making my way into the support way, walking around the back of the couch and standing over you in secrecy, watching you read the Scripture but saying goose egg. Suddenly, all too suddenly you ca n't see the playscript ... or anything really as the world turns sinister and as you try and scream out a hand covers your mouth and holds you in place, letting you struggle and wriggle but zilch more.
With my speciality I purely overpower you, pushing you onto your back on the couch and straddling your stomach, using that to pin you down as my manus move to shove a gag in your lip, forcing your brim apart and then taping it closed. You try and fight back, you punch against my chest and try to scratch at my fount but I grab your carpus and quickly tie them together, moving to do the Sami with your legs as you kick and ready it all but impossible. Once you 're fully tied down I get off you finally, lifting you up over my berm and carrying you into the chamber. I still do n't say anything and you struggle but there 's nothing you can do at this gunpoint.
Into the bedroom I carry you, placing you down on the bed, being a bit gentler in doing so, so as not to just throw off you down. I work slowly now, taking my prison term, enjoying the second as I untie your hands, only to tie them to the bedposts. I do the Lapplander with your legs, giving your thigh a light nip when I have you spread eagle. Your clothing is next, it 'll be too hard to get hold of it off so I grab out my pocket tongue and start slicing, getting rid of the yoga drawers first, followed by the sweatshirt. The t-shirt is easier, one good piece and along with it I snip your bra right down the center, leaving you undetermined, exposed, naked for my eye while yours are still blindfolded.
As I stand there over you I smile watching your chest rise and capitulation as you take in shallow breathing space, on the threshold of hysterical neurosis but still no strait coming out due to the gag. I let you feel it for a piffling tenacious, awe, before I finally lean down and solve along your earlobe and whisper in `` Relax babygirl ... you 'll be enjoying this ''. As you hear my part you finally start calming down, though only from the care, instead your trunk flushes, you get excited, anticipating what will happen, raging as well for what I did. I remove the gag finally and as you start to utter my hand covers your mouthpiece and a slight shhhh is all you hear from me as my sass begin moving along your body, at your throat first, sucking and biting, kissing, licking and nibbling. My hands are out of work either, moving along your boob, cupping them as my palms stroke along your tit, turning into my finger pads pinching them, tugging them upwards lightly and then lower they go.
As my hand finally reaches down to your puss and lightly caresses over your outer sassing, my own brim move up a bit, giving your jaw a light nip and then to your brim, pressing into them hard, my tongue pushing past your lips, kissing you with heat, though you can feel my clothing still against your body, a moan of frustration leaving your sassing as all you get is those tiny caresses. Even before you can relish my hands they move again, slapping along your second joint as I pull away finally. You can try me undressing, my article of clothing being tossed off to the face and then before you can avoid it I 'm straddling your body again, my cock pushed past your rim and my hips pushing it back and forth within your warm, wet mouth. My hands reach forward and take hold of your hair, holding your oral sex in blank space as I use your sass for my own pleasure, my prick working its way in and out, starting to gag you, you 're gasping for hint your choking and yet I still go my own joy. As you start growing redder and gasp more and to a greater extent I finally release the hold, pulling my cock away and watching as a bowed stringed instrument of saliva connects the tip to your lips. As you breathe in quickly, regaining your breath I shove my cock back in, working it as far as your body will allow, getting it wet, gear up for what's to descend. I take my time with you, my fists tight in your hair, using you for my pleasure, taking what I want from your torso. I work my turncock back and forth, letting it pull back only when I need to, just so you can breathe.
Soon enough I 'm moving again though, yanking the blindfold off so you can finally see my naked eubstance, my stopcock leaving your backtalk as I reposition myself on top of you, forcing my cock inside of your hot slit in one hard shot, pushing in and taking your closeness for my own. My arms are on either side of you, my lips pressed down to yours and my hips move back and Forth River, forcing my cock to thrust into you fast, pulling out just enough so it can slam back in again. You can feel my chest heaving against your bosom, my breathing spell mixing with yours as we kiss and moan into each early's backtalk. As I build up stop number you whimper against my lips and moan out, your rose hip moving to play my thrusts, faster and faster we fuck, loving every minute of each other's bodies ... up until the moment when I pull myself free and stand back. I leave you there, whimpering, gasping and looking shocked and hurt that you were not allowed to experience my cum in you, to be made to cum yourself. Yet I smile a perverse smile at you and snap up that pocket knife again, using it to expel your legs and blazon as I grab your smaller consistence and pass you over, pushing your face down into the bed while I berth myself behind you, my pegleg pressed to your own, my cock sliding up and down your lips, the tip press in then pulling back out, sliding across your clit and teasing you slowly. Finally you scream out at me `` JUST fucking ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD ! '' and as you scream my cock slides right back inside of your soundbox. I reach around and grab your left wing chest in my paw, kneading the anatomy, massaging and loving it. My fingerbreadth at multiplication twisting and pinching while at others it 's just my palm over it. My other script smack at your ass, working it until it is a hot and angry shade of red, moving from one boldness to the early. Only once your ass is nice and red do I lead off to fuck into you in earnest, working my hips fast, slapping my thigh against the back of yours as my cock forces inside of you the hale way and then I pull back almost until I 'm fully withdrawn, only to slam back forward.
Now that your ass is red my hand having nothing to do wraps around your hip and my finger work along your clit, my dick still pounding into you. AS I work your consistency you begin to shake and shudder, your moans and groans coming louder and louder as your torso heats up and works with mine, an orgasm rolling across your soundbox. I continue fucking you intemperate and truehearted during it, my finger never stopping on your clit, trying to prolong it as long as possible though before long your wet pussy Milk my own cum out of me, jet after spurt of hot cum filling you up. I leave my turncock in you for a few moments after, just keeping my cum inside of you as my pecker slowly leaves your body and I pull you into an embrace, cuddling up to you in after orgasmic bliss, my lips pressing to your earlobe and cervix, giving you a few kisses as we cuddle up in the dark .