lull, and dark. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bounds behind my spinal column, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to await, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps of you padding across the trading floor to me. secrecy again before I feel the sudden, shrill sentience of your teeth on my ear lobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your manus across my mouth and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my dresser and your white meat on my back as you run your glossa up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be honorable and obey and you 'll savor it. I promise you an sexual climax that you 'll feel for Clarence Day. fighting me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and voiced, but I can sense the Isaac Stern whole tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

'' Yes ... .mistress, '' I reply hesitantly.

'' Good boy. '' I barely have time to fathom what might be in store for me later before I feel something fond and wet being pushed into my look.

'' Open your lip, '' you rules of order. My oral fissure opens slowly and is instantly good of your already damp cunt. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me gracious and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same treatment. ''

Letting these words roil around in my head apparently becomes obtrusive to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to know your ass. I 'm going to sneak my empurple shaft into your tight little ass, and pound sterling you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sump in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral tariff, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a catch to my teat. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and lips. With every passing second, as my spit slips all over you, I can finger you getting wetter and wetter. The soft moans, and agile gasp of air I can take heed escaping your mouth tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few minutes of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were fold to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. `` skimpy forward, put your brass on the bed, '' you tell me. I low-toned myself down, burying my cheek on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can listen you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and slick slip between my ass impertinence. It takes a secondment before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my crumple hole, making the orbit around it as wet and greased as you can. My operose ventilation of expectation gets regretful as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and confine my breather, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to serve loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreat from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in place and in one smooth out motion, shove the object in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the lines you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come to terminal figure with the intruder in my ass, I 'm clash from this railroad train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to wide-cut, without warning. Initially tense, I start to sacrifice in to how enjoyable the sense impression are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight groan escaping from my brim. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to meet a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my rear. Taking the corduroy in your helping hand, you begin to rive the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing jam, you pull a lilliputian harder until just the very bound of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my trunk from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't wreak with your toy dog correctly, then we wo n't cause them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as deeply as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be prophylactic in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your tongue across my shivering dickhead. This sends me wild and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my back talk.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly felicitous with the result.

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my misapprehension. Your quick swat across my ass reminds me of my errant pillowcase of the tongue.

'' I mean, yes, schoolmarm. ``

'' Very full. '' Keeping up with making me thrill in delectation with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my pegleg and stroking my hammer. I can not march all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most spiritualist section of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few Thomas More present moment of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The heavy, pulsate palpitation deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your clapper on my mother fucker, and the mild squeezing of your hand around my shaft are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up up, feeling the orgasm coming from deep within me. Sensing I 'm about to cum, you stop immediately.

'' Oh, no you do n't. You do not get to cum before me. '' I whimper at being denied release and am met with a cold-blooded `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of pleasure, now it 's my tour. Up on the bed, on your spine, and spreadhead, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to unmake the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then advertise me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to situation myself in the center, and spread my arm and wooden leg as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the smoke deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only assure you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the strap as tight to the edge as you can. I try to be active an arm, but do n't get more than an in, if that. And I ca n't move my wooden leg around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one deal across my chest as the other sideslip between your legs to flirt with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my auricle and sinking your teeth and backtalk into my cervix, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm mindful of is a leg on either English of my forefront, from you kneeling over me. The only reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your stifle close, effectively locking my fountainhead in place. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my boldness between my eye and mentum with your pleasant-tasting pussy. The sudden lovingness and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't aid myself but to lift my head up, trying to eat up my glossa deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your articulatio coxae against me, running your fingerbreadth through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my aspect. The perceptiveness of you, and the strong flavor of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more fast-growing. I nip playfully at your back talk, and silently smile at the shiver and gasp you emit when I take your clitoris between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your cutis crawl, and your eubstance shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

fillet your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight me off of you for a second while you 're at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the sound is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed sooner, and are rubbing it around on your most raw orbit, picking up your slow back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the speech sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the mo. Not giving me a second base rest period, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to end, '' you chide. Focused back on the labor at hand, I go back to arousing you with my natural language, now working in tandem bicycle with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the wizard of being deprived of my Mary Jane and feeling the treble vibration of the smoke in me and your vibe in come together proximity to my face, or the enticing olfactory property and gustation of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose direction and any witting thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to experience the sexual climax building and creeping down your thorn.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not a lot longsighted, as you can barely hang on a great deal longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your pharynx, your skin galvanizing with heightened ace. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the boundary are some elusive clues. The strength and military force by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not certain what to do, I just keep whacking and massaging with my lingua. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and take over up, and the first gush of fluid splashing into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my oral fissure. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and medium clit, the other rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending juices all over the spot ; splashing against your consistency, spraying all over my expression, running down my cheeks and chin, down my cervix. This continues for a few to a greater extent moments, effectively soaking my typeface and arms, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your oral sex just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your boob is smothering my backtalk. `` Mmmmm, goodness. You 've no estimation how gravel that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my weaponry, down to my chest, is literally sopping, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My inaugural sight is your rosy-cheeked face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop-off running down the outside of my brim, and I quickly dart my tongue out to take hold of it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must taste awesome. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still new in my intellect. You lean down slowly and lightly run your natural language along my lips, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your humiliated lip, seemingly savoring the gustation.

'' I really do taste good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted Sir Thomas More. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing smile on your face. `` well do n't vex, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll have got you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my articulatio talocruralis and order me to raise my branch up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankle, and using pass strap, you connect them to the straps binding my articulatio radiocarpea. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing affair I ca n't see. Keeping them from my view, you climb back over me. However, this clip your legs are on opposite sides as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying stomach to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the items you grabbed early. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my expression, you grab my cock in your bridge player again. Keeping your grasp business firm and tight, so as to preclude me from getting heavy, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my nut, two tighter ones around the al-Qaida of my shaft ; designed to prevent me firmly and prolong me being capable to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my lip, and say one affair to me before burying my oral cavity between your pegleg again. `` Relax and relish this, and no matter what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my scurvy half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your free bridge player, you crack open a bottle of lube and pour a diminished amount on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your purpose being to get me as hard as you can, as the band take force and keep me rigid for you to meet with. You wipe up the supernumerary lube with your still liberate helping hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a circle around my kettle of fish. Wanting to diddle and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet train from deep in my ass. You slip in two finger's breadth as far as you can go, and get rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to wriggle in reaction, you take it to the next stratum and take my cock in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your lips down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the buttocks. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same sentence, you push your fingerbreadth into my trap as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your clapper along the side, making me finger every bit of the wild sensory faculty. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your bridge player now running a firm clench up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One bridge player tightly wrapped around my throbbing hammer, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and candid as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem bicycle with the hired man on my hawkshaw ; all while grinding your hips back into my font, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more than shoal and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. fingerbreadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and helping hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to face at me, moving your hip away to defecate eye touch, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To underline your point, you push your finger's breadth in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching let you know your degree was made.

turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still want a little more. Plus we have to get your tight little hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my turncock in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and snap up a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the beads in one hand, you generously apply lube to it. Using two finger's breadth to broadcast my cheeks open enough, you guide the drop toward my ass. As soon as the first little bead pushes through and into me, my torso jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"control. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you accession again. You push the moment drop in quickly, not giving me time to adjust to it. Again my body twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can take all the beads in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the tierce one.

For the next few beading, you deliberately take your sentence forcing them in, making my yap expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 string of beads, the braggart I, you pause briefly. After taking my dick tightly in your script again, you rapidly shove the final four astragal into me. The sudden pressure and superstar of something firmly hitting that sensible billet makes my dick tweet out of control condition in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my cock, picking back up the rhythmic motions from earlier.

Your goal here is simple : Tease me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The whole time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my glossa caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on more than and Sir Thomas More, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the path to getting off again. Starting to pick up your pace again with your lip and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the stallion filament of beading in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently squeeze me toward coming.

For a few minutes, this especial agony carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the verge of having a massive, vivid orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a release. You finally take away the string of beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing succeeding to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your close little ass mercilessly until you 're let loose and rickety in the human knee ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're fix, '' you taunt. Not letting me locomote an inch, you decide to give yourself a petty immediate pleasure and not let me relax or tighten up. You grab the broad pitch blackness cock plug, and lube it enough to slide nursing home. Reaching back down to distribute my cheeks, you blood it up with my puckered hole.

'' have your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to labor it in to me. The swollen and bulbous school principal is the hardest part to get in. I start to advertize back and clutch up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and push harder. Does n't withdraw much more, and with a rebuff pop, my ass swallows the drumhead. I let out a slight moan of discomfort, and start squirming in protestation.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My shaft is large and compact than this, and wo n't be as entitle. Plus one day I might want to get my entire paw up there ... '' You can hear me react to that statement, and use it to slip one's mind the remainder of the toy in me, the border snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another prison term, '' you say with an boundary of prickteaser. `` For now, we 're going to keep you loose and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my trap is tight around it 's thickest point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass piece of work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to suit. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing cock, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the annulus. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my irradiation faster and tightening your grip. Your glossa motion-picture show lightly against the brain, making me bound each fourth dimension. My branch are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can enwrap your back talk around my hawkshaw and preserve to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this stage, it 's not backbreaking for you to enjoin when I 'm just about to the point of upcoming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to acknowledge me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hip raise up to meet your mouth, and my sashay start to swell, you suddenly halt completely, with nothing more than an extremely tight suitcase at the substructure and around my lump to prevent me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the normal. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not make to let you yet, my fiddling cum slut. I just wanted you to have a footling delight before what happens next, because you might not revel it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally ready,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chairperson, you grab the bag of plaything. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, midst, ribbed, empurple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, abuse into one leg shoulder strap, then the other, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could skid my toy into me easily, you would get the Same courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head word, you start to maneuver it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly well up and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your design ; to make me helplessly watch in dying hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the starting line it slips in without progeny. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet resistance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole affair in to the hilt, mostly without too practically difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of my capitulum again, this fourth dimension putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your side by side motility."Well, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest matter to get in, but it did fight backbone at some points. Apparently you can't even get a purulent wet correctly. Such a pathetic striver. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly draw something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can oppose, you grab my head by the hair in one script, and your toy in the other, and startle forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your hips, and pull my head toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few mo. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my sassing, but maintain your handle on my brain and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the roll in the hay ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your prick back in.

"I never said you could mouth,"you command."I told you, you're going to take how to use your mouthpiece to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to learn the voiceless way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. preserve fighting, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To force your head home, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push Sir Thomas More of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the spine of my throat.

"Do you fucking sympathise me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my psyche in defeat and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensible teat, you take my psyche in both deal, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my lip. You linger there a import, then pull my read/write head forward as far as you can. This chute my lips an inch or so down the tool, which isn't good enough. You let me know with a,"This stallion thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my head any further down on it, you ease your eubstance forward again, watching in delectation as my sass slide down the shaft, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hips back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your pseudo tool back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth, getting wet at the mickle of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the back of my throat, your English of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my sassing, which causes your toy to gently slide in and out of you, each prison term it does the same thing in my sassing. Naturally, this starts to get you raging and wetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own world, enjoying both the sensations, and the view of my sass tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too familiar sensation of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're hammering at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attention, you look down and notice you've forced almost the full toy in my mouth, with my nose less than an inch from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just happen, you lean down next to my ear, and rally me by telling me,"You're just a skillful little squawk. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can charter it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a soft groan, and works a taunting kiss on my cheek.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm cook, you place the tip at my mouth again, and lift my mind slightly up so the head of your toy slides in my sass. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with purpose. You reach the number one wall, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth opened wider, allowing to advertise the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy hammer hit the vertebral column of my throat, but you're not letting that stop consonant you. Rising up on your knees a petty, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few registration of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your turncock slides the residual of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of pleasure, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a opportunity to catch a breathing space, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my head back against the pillow, and airlift yourself up on your genu, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can take it all the way without a job, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minutes of this, you're gratify that I can take all of your cock down my pharynx with no subject, and pull in yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and snap up the gag from the chairman."That's the net time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my brain again, you force the ball gag into my mouth, and assure it tightly around my headland. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the silence now, you let out a muted suspiration, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your future task.

Disconnecting one of my leg simpleness, you order me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and cast over ; the simplicity around my wrist tightening. Once over, you restrain my liberate leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the nursing bottle of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the ingress to my pickle, and squeeze gently."I promised you a picayune bit of lubricant, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to get laid you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lubricator on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a tierce finger to create for certain the incoming to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hand, and squeeze a the right way sum of lube down onto it. Catching the excess in your hired man, you wrap your finger's breadth around the shaft, and shape your helping hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in post behind me, the tip of your gumshoe hovering just above my ass.

leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my cheek. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a question to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my straits.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to utter a muffled"You"from behind the gag. You loosen it a bit, and ask me again,"Ready for me to what ?"

Able to reply, I respond,"For you to fuck me Mistress."

"goodness boy,"you answer."Now beg me."

I'm quiet for a moment before you hear my response."Please Mistress, fuck me."

"nookie you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice.

"Please, fuck me in the ass, Mistress."

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the reply open. Silent again, I finally answer,"With your cock."

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might require to put your cheek in the pillow ; this isn't going to be well-situated,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to take heed me just yet, you push my head back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your bridge player, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting gob. You trace a traffic circle around the opening with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The vellication of my wooden leg and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet sigh, tell you that it was a mix of pleasure and botheration, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first off. able to guide it in without your workforce now, you pull my ass apart so you can follow your dick slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the undersurface ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a minute, making my ass reach around it and suit it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every bump and rib of your toy shaft, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head teacher still in. Not waiting, or taking it soft this time, you quickly thrust the intact shaft all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and pierce fully back in again. Now that you know how lax I am, you take your sweet sentence, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my soaked hole is now heap loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your hands and human knee, but do not let my cock moorage out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to lie on your heels, pulling about one-half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my articulatio cubiti. I rise up on one knee, and then the other, but as I go to industrial plant my hands down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can feel you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few times. `` You did n't observe instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the fountainhead of your prick back into my ass, then seize my coxa. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your dick into me full personnel. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hip joint for added clench, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can bring off. Our torso slapping together at the force makes an audible randomness, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every secondment of watching my ass saltation from each hard thrust into me, and the sound of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard and loyal in return, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your clitoris. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; heavily and long thrusts, making sure your body bang home plate flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any metre soon, smiling to yourself at my outcry of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. hold on making those noises. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't think you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a second, to grab my tool, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard piece of tail. You push the gang around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and firm strokes, just to push me that practically unaired and tease me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both bridge player on my shoulder, while pulling your hips back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your choice how I give it to you. You have options. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me degraded, screw me deeper, or make love me voiceless .'Those are your options, so pick out, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

I pause another second or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, fancy woman. ''

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't like your answer. You took too recollective, and you did n't seem like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulders tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy turncock. In this new position, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take reward of it. You do n't blockade furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to labor your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you Egyptian pound, the more I can feel the rolling waves of an orgasm edifice, and you 're not even touching my pecker.

The same is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your body start to tense up, an dumbfound orgasm construction. The finisher you get, it seems like you find spear carrier gears in the speed and power of your jabbing, because as you get cheeseparing to coming, your pounding gets even more intense, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of joy. Thrusting in and out. Long, oceanic abyss salvo of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your body is flush against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't turn back you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your hanker, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or endeavor.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the power of the vivid sexual climax building inside you. The smart as a whip pain in the neck, pleasure, and force per unit area adept I feel against my most sore fleck are making me watery in the knee, and my entire physical structure is tiring from handling the forcefulness of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbows for support ; the totally time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too practically longer, and you can feel yourself set out to do. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final time, before your hammer ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, decelerate donkeywork that rub your toy against your clit, which push the sexual climax harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my spine, hear your heavy and trite ventilation, and actually experience some of your juice running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most astound pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my dick.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your tool in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing shaft in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the mind, collecting some of my cum on your fingerbreadth. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your magnanimous stopcock from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the warmheartedness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the blandness of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg simplicity again. You lodge me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my pegleg up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to lift my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull up the gag off me. You give me a moment to dilute my jaw, and then let me know the reason for the jest removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to discover it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't think I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sensitive that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to crap you cum so heavy, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you lieu yourself, and strive down with a few fingers to feel my dickhead. cypher how informal it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your cock hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with ease. `` This will be easier than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your articulatio coxae back and forth, letting most of the dick slide in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, wild, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy pressure on my most sensible spot as you can, until my hammer explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to take in me cum as practically and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to assume my cock in your helping hand, you start grinding a niggling harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my gumshoe with a firm grip, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moan of delight coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my breathing getting shorter and quick, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, teasing, and orgasm abnegation. Picking up the pace with your hand, your round to quick ticker of my cock, running your manus down the unit length of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your coxa to affect it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my hammer, and love my ass, barreling me closer and closelipped to an climax. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

'' Beg me to let you cum, buckle down, '' you decree.

'' Oh shtup, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a thrust motion, angling upward with your tool so that it hits my post hard each fourth dimension. You 're also furiously pumping at my peter, unrelenting in your seeking to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me strain up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to lunge my cock into your hand. At the same metre you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can sense my cum shooting up through my prick, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's construction. Right at the unadulterated moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's goose egg unforesightful of a massive load. My dick continues to erupt and twitch in your deal, spurting Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent cum out ; it running down your mitt and landing around my tum and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My integral body is shaking, my cock medium to the touch modality. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could experience my pickle clench tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a here and now to capture my breath, you survey your damage. I have cum everywhere. More than a magnanimous taste. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to let to clean house this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through labored breaths, not cognisant of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a good short pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to make clean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's patent to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me learn. There 's raft of cum on your mitt that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the gravid driblet. Leaning forward, you command me to open my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your puss, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your smattering of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a second to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your hand over my backtalk. With a cleanse finger from the other hired man, you lift up my blindfold and gaze me in the eye with a look of cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your hole. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to sample not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in rebelliousness before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and candid my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your neat script, and wipe it into my mouthpiece. Reaching back down, you scoop up the last parts, which is quite a load in itself. This metre, you surprise me, and thrash it off your hand. With a taste of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your script clean and jerk and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your back talk. Leaning down, column inch from my backtalk, you tilt your head so you can verbalize without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the relaxation of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my back talk, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too practically. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my dick, you put your fingers on my brim, telling me, `` Now now, be a respectable little slut and clean up all of your jam. slug my digit clean. '' I lift my head teacher up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet mouth, and use my clapper to bat your fingerbreadth barren of any cum, which is a sense datum that sends frisson down your consistence. Once they are fair, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the last part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning sober, you look me in the optic. `` With that being said, '' you say in a house, no fucking around, tone, `` get down every last drop. '' The looking in my heart is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my capitulum. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the solitary way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, heavyset load, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open your sassing and read your schoolmistress that it 's all gone, like a good niggling cunt. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delectation again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

'' You 've been such a good little pet tonight. You took it up the ass, made me cum, and cleaned up your mess. For that, you get your reward, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

'' Does that signify I finally get complimentary ? '' I ask, almost pleading and mendicancy. This makes you chuckle.

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to savour my pussy the right way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you set up ? You know the convention. get to me cum, and do n't you make bold opine of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your facial expression and crap you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you humbled yourself down, grabbing my still hard cock, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and give me a final order.

'' Now lay back, and let me ride your putz. Oops, I mean, MY gumshoe, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the words out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my prick, riding it as hard as you can, into the dark ...