My fondness is racing. My cunt is dripping a pool, collecting under me. I have been here before. Blindfolded, tied scatter eagled on the bed. expectation brings both fervour and reverence. Your words are soft, but direct. `` Do not disappoint me. Do not freeze out up. Do not be afraid. ``

Suddenly, a knock at the room access shakes me. `` Oh, God, is this very ? '' My mind is racing with thoughts of who it could be. Initially, I think its Sir G back to prove I 'm not at all worthy of being your slave. Or, maybe its the fille. Or, is it the guy future room access ? I try to condense on the noises that might be made by whoever is entering my space. But, it 's as if no one is there.

The stinging of the boat paddle across my tit both wake me from my illusion, and scares me ! I scream out in shock ! Again and again the paddle connects with my tits. The fire growing beneath each hit is blending nicely with the bother. As quickly as it started, it stops. Tears are welling up in my eyes, but not yet falling. My breathing is rapidly becoming shoal. The wetness between my wooden leg is completely noticeable.

Before I can value my office there is an ass in my facial expression ! I am lost in thought, as I eat this ass. I have no idea who or what it this ass belongs to. It roughly fucks my boldness. Again as quickly as it began, its over. Again, I 'm go away alone.

My thoughts racing, as finally, after so long, I hear your voice : `` Do not disappoint me lil girl. '' A rush of heat Menachem Begin washing over me, as you continue. `` Do you want what 's next ? '' Without even knowing what that is, I answer : `` Yes, please. ``

The botheration begins slowly, as it takes a moment to register in my head. My pap are being tied, clamped, or something. I ca n't quite tell, as I find myself both in the present tense and in some euphoric joy distance. The pain becoming intensely actual. split are now falling, as I feel warm, cold, pleasure and pain, all mixing together. Without seeing what is happening, the sensations are also mixing, rushing together like hot & cold water colliding in a tub. I ca n't distinguish where the pain ends, and the pleasure begins. Again you ask : `` Do you want what is next ? '' I answer : `` Yes, please. '' Suddenly, a surge of pain ... no, pleasure ... well, actually, again I ca n't tell which is which. There is a bunko, a slow hurting occurring as I hear myself being whipped from my branch up ! I can feel the reddening of my cutis. I feel it swelling with whelps, as I 'm whip continuously, from my toes to my nipple. As my tits are hit, my screams become defined. That is pure annoyance !

Yet, each slap causes my cunt to drip. It drips, and as each slap is delayed, I can feel each one intensify. I lay moaning, wanting more. Needing more. Its only a mo before you ask again : `` Do you desire what is succeeding ? '' No disinclination. No cerebration. Just a quick, precise answer : `` Yes, delight. ``

Roughly, hard fingers are shoved into my extremely wet cunt ! The joy is overwhelming. As I 'm love, relentlessly, with these digit, my screams soon become ... moaning. I 'm now begging for more ! Before I 'm even asked ! `` Yes, please devote me Sir Thomas More ! '' `` Fuck me like the worthless whore you know me to be ! '' `` Hurt me ! '' `` make me beg you to stop over ! '' `` Please fuck me ! '' `` Use my body for your use ! '' `` Please, God, leave me to a greater extent ! ``

As quickly as I was filled, I am empty. Fingers, coated in my cunt succus, are now shoved down my pharynx. I suck every drop off, as the digit are now replaced by a hard hammer, diving deeply, gagging me ... choking me ... fucking my pharynx like the spirit of the cock 's possessor depended on it.

Then it happens : My cunt is again farce. This time it 's you fucking me, with brutal effect ! Simultaneously, the other cock, whose owner I still do not know, continues fucking my backtalk, and you both find your rhythm. I cum almost immediately !

I am ruthlessly fucked harder and harder, til I 'm filled with cum, both in my sass, and in my puss. I swallow what I 'm given. The cock that was in my backtalk, is removed.

Then, you pull your cock from my pussy, and thrust it in my sassing. I suck it clean, savoring our juices mixing together. You again softly ask if I 'm cook for what 's side by side ? Breathlessly, I answer : `` Yes, please. ``

The pain comes degraded than before. My eubstance is cringing in infliction, as the paddle dances across my skin. There is no pleasure. Only infliction ! I scream louder than ever ! Then, it stops. But only for a minute of arc. Then, again, and again, the boat paddle begins to dance ... Tears are falling rapidly. Then, just when I ca n't train anymore, it stops. I take a few bass breaths. I 'm left alone, slowly calming myself ... when I hear moaning. I try to picture what is happening, but I only hear it. The audio are becoming clearer, as I hear someone fucking another female. Her moans are growing with chroma, as she begs to be fucked harder. Her words are getting louder. I hear him moan as he cums, filling her. She is then placed on my face, and I lick every salty drop of cum out of her ass. I feel your peter sliding into her kitty-cat as I lick both of you, savoring the assortment of cock & pussy as you fuck her, as she kneels over my face. I find your formal, taking them softly into my backtalk. I suck gently. Then, my clapper finds my favorite smear, just underneath them. As you fuck her, as she lays on top of me, my tongue uncovering your ass. I devour you, as her kitty is splashing all over my boldness. You plunge deep into her, cumming as you pull out, making sure enough you drip on my font. I clean both you, and the pussy.

Again I am left alone, as I hear rustling, and then the threshold opens, and shuts. I hear nothing for a mo, and wonder if I have been left all alone. Then I feel you, as you begin removing my constraint, leaving the blindfold last. Your Bible again washing over me : `` Do you want what is next ? ``

My answer : `` Yes, please. '' You then remove the blindfold. My eyes readjust. And I find your centre, sparkling ... You are proud of with this worthless whore.

And, I could n't be felicitous !