I put the keys into the lock and turned until I heard the familiar click of the door being unlocked. It was the same routine. I entered the house as I normally did…quiet…so as not to wake the children and you, if you were sleeping. I placed the keys in their spot in the china cabinet, second shelf, in the purple and ivory plate so that I would remember where they were in the morning…same place.
I stop short…feeling unusually restless this evening. I’m noticing everything lately has been the same routine. Get up, go to work, and come home, in that exact order… I walk slowly to the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. I wouldn’t want to wake the children. As I reach the bedroom, I realize that you are asleep. I stand there, leaning against the edge of the door, staring at you. You are lying on the bed, head slightly underneath the pillow. Your hair is slightly damp from sweating in your sleep. Your right arm is above your head, while your left arm covers your body, with your fingers tucked slightly inside the waist of your pajamas.
As I stare at you, my fingers start to roam over my breasts. I can feel my nipples start to harden under the white blouse I’m wearing. Fingertips continue to travel, lightly caressing my side on the way down my suit pants to land directly atop my clit. I can feel the throbbing and the temperature rising. As I remove my blazer, eyes never leaving your body, I realize I am hungry. Not that “I haven’t eaten all day” hunger, but the guttural instinct to mate. I realize that it is time for a break in routine. I am hungry for you.
I move toward the bed, slowly….an animal stalking its prey…
Suddenly, I am straddled atop of you; hand around your throat, loving the startled gasp that escapes you. My hand closes tighter on your throat as your eyes begin to focus and you realize that it is me. Your heart beating fast as you struggle to sit up, and faster as you realize you can’t. I love the look of wonder, curiosity, and fear in your gaze as you look into my eyes.
It’s all I could say without letting the growl escape. I see your nipples harden and feel the beginning of a sigh building in your throat. I loosen my grip momentarily…just long enough to hear you whisper “Yes Mistress”. The way your body arches up to mine, the look in your eyes is driving me crazy. I want to claw you and taste you from head to toe. The smell of strawberries gets stronger as your passion begins to rise.
It was not a request. As I released my hold on your neck and moved from atop your body, you slowly began moving items of clothing. I watched as you removed the t-shirt that clung tightly to you. I moaned as your hips lifted from the bed to remove the pajama pants that seemed to flow with the movements of your body. As much as I enjoyed watching every movement, my mind is ten moves ahead picturing all the things I want to do to you.
With a speed I didn’t realize I had, I was straddling you again. Completely naked, skin against skin, I could feel your body rub against my pussy. Strangely I don’t remember taking my clothes off. “Shhhh” finger to my lips I order you silent. No other words spoken. Yet I know you can feel the urgency and need emanating from me.
I stare at you as my hands roam over your body. Every touch causes a reaction and every reaction causing my guttural instincts to take over a little more. I caress your arms with my fingertips, making sure to graze the tip of my nails over soft spots prone to exciting you. I use my pointer finger to urge your mouth open slightly. You oblige, letting a solitaire moan escape you.
I insert my thumb into your mouth, running my nail against your tongue. Watching with a smile as you roll your tongue around the tip. You try to close your eyes, but a firm grip on your chin makes them open once more. “Good girl”
As I move my thumb from your mouth, down your chin, to your throat, I lean forward slowly to lick your tongue. I love swallowing the moan as you feel my thumb press into the hollow of your throat.
“Time to get you wet”
You follow me from the bedroom to the shower. Still dazed from being awakened so abruptly, you stumble a little, trying to get your balance as you struggled to keep up. As I turn the light on, you close the door and open your mouth to speak.
I don’t think you saw it coming. The slap to your face was fast and hard. Shock shone in your eyes and a moan would have escaped but at that moment you saw me with my finger to my lips…the stern look on my face…
“Shhh”…it was not a request.
We get into the shower. You stand there awaiting your next order as I lean forward to turn the knob. My eyes never left you. I can see your urge to question, the need to speak strong. Then the water hits your body in a sudden burst of spray. As the hot water streams down on us, I grab a fist full of your hair and I pull you to me for a kiss. Inhaling your scent as I lean closer, my eyes roll up into my head at the pure aroma of your heat combined with the steam of the water hitting your skin. I trace the outline of your lips with my tongue. I ravish your mouth until neither of us could breathe. I watch as you bite your lip panting. You look at my lips expectantly…almost begging me to give you one more kiss.
I lean closer…hand still buried in your hair, fist tightening, and I yank backward as my teeth take hold of your bottom lip and I pull in the opposite direction. I hear you moan as you resist my fierce hunger. I can taste blood as my teeth cut into your lip. Mmmmm….
It excites me. A low growl erupts from me and I bite harder. More blood trails from between our lips and my tongue anxiously follows. I taste iron as I lap at the red streams, feeling you shudder from sensations of tongue on chin beneath hot water, along with the sting from the opening in your lip where my teeth had been. Oblivious to the water continuing to flow down on us, I turn you around and thrust you against the wall. With one hand still in your hair, the nails of my other hand follow the trail of droplets down your back. Slowly and deliberately, my nails dig deeper into you. The water on the fresh scrapes stinging, eliciting hushed moans from you. Forcefully, I press my body to yours, aching for you as my breasts rub against your back; nipples hardening as my pussy nears your ass.
Finally I release your hair, using both hands to firmly grasp your ass and lift, causing you to lean further, harder against the shower wall. Quickly, I take one hand and reach beneath you, using the tip of one nail to trace an invisible line from the tip of your clit backward, to the base of your ass.
I love the slight jump you give me. Yet it earns you a slap to your ass and a hard shove against the wall. Both hands reach up to your neck. You feel my nails raking from your chin down as you hear the metal clank of the collar being clasped around your neck. A shiver rocks your body and I grin. The leather of the collar is cold against your hot skin. I can feel your urge to touch the collar…to run your fingers over the single metal ring positioned deliberately at the center of your throat. You fight the urge, but you want to touch badly.
I turn you towards me so that I can see the cloudy look in your eyes. You are alternating between biting your lip and tracing them with your tongue. Your eyes glued to my lips. “Kiss me” it was barely a whisper and I could scarcely believe I heard it.
“Say it again sweet one” I said. The statement was low, almost sweet. You opened your mouth to repeat and reeled back with the force of the slap I gave you. My palm connected firmly with the line of your jaw. The sting, the force, and the pleasure from it, all surprising you as you taste blood. A soft cry escaped you and I forced you to look me in the eye as once again…my finger was at my lips.
As our gazes held, I lifted the blindfold to your face. It was no more than a ribbon. It was thick enough so that no images could seep through and wide enough that it covered just a little more than your eyes. It was satin with lace trimming, I’d picked out for you just last week. You didn’t know, but I was saving it for a special occasion. I think this is a special occasion. Your eyes never left mine. You could see every emotion, every need play across my face. Then suddenly, you were a slave to your emotions. I fastened it tight around your head. Shrouded in darkness, you couldn’t see me. All you could do was to wait, anticipate, and enjoy.
Gliding my palm gently over your face as my hands found their pathway down to your wrists, you gasp as you hear cuffs lock in place. Cold metal, tight at your wrists and it was killing you not being able to see their design. It frustrated you to know that you couldn’t see exactly what bound you. You were completely helpless, and as you realized this, another shudder.
“It’s time to have some fun” the smile was bright on my face and I waited expectantly.
I turn the water off and slowly lead you from the shower by the chain. Slowly, we walk down the darkened hallway. Carefully, I lead you so as not to wake the children. I can hear the slight in drawn breaths that escape you. In the quiet of the house, I could even hear the water hitting the floor as it dripped from every part of your body. Again I smile. I take you to the dining room.
“Give me your hand”
You raise your hand slowly and I place the chain in your hand as I turn to move the table backward. I move it backward far enough so that I can chain you to the hook directly in the center of the room. Scraping noises assault your ears and you crane your head as if you could actually see what I was doing. I turn toward you once more and stare at you for a second.
The room is dark except for the moonlight streaming into the windows. Just enough light to cast an eerie glow over your body and illuminate the table. You are dripping wet. Steam and droplets of water fall from you as your body temperature adjusts from the sudden change in climate. You are trembling, legs together, and one hand at your side, the other holding the chain extended out. I gaze at your eyes, and though blind-folded, it’s like you could feel my gaze and at the instant realization, you drop your head.
“Bring it to me”
You walk forward in darkness. Trying to walk a path for the place you guess I’d be, attempting not to show the shakiness in your step. You know the house well though. You find me with a start, almost as if you didn’t expect it would be so easy. You place the chain in my hand and I reach up putting it firmly in its place.
Firmly in place, your arms above your head, head slightly leaned back, blindfold tightly covering your eyes, and your ass slightly touching the table, I am ready to begin my exploration. I walk in semi-circles slowly around you hanging there. The table hindering me from going in a complete orb around you, but I wanted it that way. I am far enough away so that you cannot tell exactly where I am, but close enough that you can feel the ferocity building in me. The longer I stare at your body prone, helpless before me, the more animalistic I become.
I feel the gentleness leaving me as I run a stray nail down the center of your body, stopping to trace a circle around your naval. Your stomach shivers as the edge of my nail whispers across; a completely involuntary reaction.
Your body reacts to me. I can feel my excitement, my pussy wet from how your body moves. Wanting to lean closer, to urge me to touch more, your restraints hold you in place. I continue…almost pacing the same invisible arc around your body, wanting to dig my teeth into you ravenously, but fighting the urge, wanting to savor the moment.
A low guttural growl escapes me. I can see the shudder as it ripples through your body. I can imagine the thoughts in your head as you wonder what I will do next. I can’t help myself. My right hand shoots out and rakes a line across your belly. You gasp and before you complete the in drawn breath, the other hand follows the first, down across your shoulders and breast. More ragged breaths escape you and they hiss out as my nails leave your body, only the sting reminding you were they had been moments before.
I move closer to sniff the crook of your neck. Of its own accord, my tongue snakes out to lick your chin.
Quickly following my tongue, my nail goes right to the soft place beneath your chin as I whisper a kiss across your lips. Still wet from the shower, slightly apart, I can feel them tremble and purse in anticipation.
As my lips press more firmly against yours, my arms reach behind you to claw your back. They dig firmly into you and retreat slowly, returning to their starting place but not before opening a doorway for the blood to freely flow. You tense at the invasion into your body, yet you sway into me from the pure pleasure of it. I can feel the wetness of the blood against my fingertips. Rubbing my fingers over the open wounds, I ensure that my fingers bathe in your blood, your essence.
I back away from you abruptly. Slowly I bring one finger to my lips. I hold it there and I look at you. I walk closer, careful not to touch you, not to give my position away. Swiftly, I yank your head further backward thrusting my finger into your mouth. You moan and I can see the gulp in your throat. My fingers tighten over it as if to hold it there as I taste the blood on your tongue; my tongue smearing your blood over the roof of your mouth. Swirling to touch every tooth, every taste bud, I ravish your mouth and take what’s left of your breath away. Struggling to maintain my senses, I relish the thought of us sampling your blood together. A growl escapes me and I deepen the kiss. The tighter my grasp gets, I can feel your urge to speak. Still tightening, I can barely feel any air leaving your mouth at all. Yet just as quickly as I was there, I was gone again.
Moments pass as I enter the dining room again. You are moaning softly now and I can see the shudders racking your body from the water that has chilled on your skin. Whimpers of frustration as you wonder where I’d gone and why I had chosen that moment to leave you. Suddenly you perk up…you can smell something. “Vanilla”
“DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?”
The aroma becomes stronger in the room. Again, you perk up, trying to determine my next move and wondering at the smell that drives you wild. “Please, please…”
My palm connected with your face and your knees buckled. You would have collapsed had your arms not been firmly in place.
You recover and I can almost hear your thoughts as you wonder at the silence in the room. Standing there with a smile almost that of the Cheshire cat, I watch you as you are trying to anticipate my next move. Inches above skin and so close to you that you can feel my breath at your neck, I move as if to kiss you. Then you felt the first drop. A faint burning sensation on your nipple as the wax met the wetness of your skin. A whimper escaped you but your body craved more. You twist in the cuffs, straining closer, to move where closer to where you imagined the candle.
The next drop fell to your back and elicited another moan. The vanilla scent driving you insane as it mixes with the aroma of your passion.
I tilt the candle further and watch as its wax rains down on your skin. Each drop causing you to move, writhe, and buckle against your restraints. You want to speak, but know better. My arm is moving to order the droplets strategically over your shoulder, your breast, your back…even on your slightly tilted neck. Your moans are like music to my ears. I lean the candle closer to your body. Not close enough to cause any real fleshly damage, but close enough so that you feel more of the burning sensation and hear the sizzle as hot wax hits still wet skin.
You are panting now. The droplets have stopped coming. I have stopped moving. You can still smell the candle and the smoke from the still burning wick. But you do not know my next move. Your pussy is throbbing in anticipation, but your heart is pounding in fear of the unknown. Your head whips in every direction, straining to sense me.
Sharp nails against your flesh, coming at you in every direction, the feel of miniscule follicles of hair being ripped from you caused a whimper to escape as I claw the dried wax from your body. Arms moving in a circular motion, similar to that of a windmill, only with the speed of a box fan, piece after piece of wax torn away. Tiny particles of pleasure and pain are dropping weakly away as if nothing. Your moans increase as the rhythm of my nails does not diminish.
The moment the last hiss slipped from your tongue, my nails were digging into your throat, my breath a low growl across your ear, and your toes straining to touch the floor. Fiercely gripping your throat, I could feel the fear pour off you as you hear the snarl that radiates from me. You fail at your attempt to inhale and I can feel the gulp try to erupt, the pulse throbbing against my fingers. I can taste your pleasure as my teeth dig into your shoulder.
“Shhhh” The sound rang with calmness, yet my patience was wearing thin at your disobedience. Effortlessly, I reach up and unhook the chain that held you bound. Turning you so that your back is firmly against my chest, your body slinks into me. You’re trembling no longer from the wetness of your body, but from the chills of pleasure that have overwhelmed you.
I jerk you roughly backward, my tongue on your throat. Your life force drumming furiously against the strain and I couldn’t help but taste.
A growl escapes me as my lips open wide and prepare for me to bite down into your delicate flesh. Not gentle this time, but as an animal starved for too long. Not caring that the flesh is tender, not caring that blood spilled, and not hearing the low cry that rolled from your lips. Small trails of blood formed from the spot where my teeth impaled, the fingers of my hand trailing one at a time. Not once lifting my teeth from your neck, I inserted one blood-soaked finger into your mouth, swirling it over your tongue.
Holding you to me, with teeth in shoulder, one bloody finger thrust into your mouth, my other hand reaches around to the source of all your heat. My fingertips find your swollen bud, circling, until your body reacts, arching up and trying to pull away from the grip my teeth have on you. I watch the blood continue to flow. I sense your need. You are still blindfolded. You still cannot anticipate my next movements, but your body is craving whatever that move may be.
Roughly, I thrust two fingers into your hot pussy. Fast, deep, and hard, causing your body to contract and fight to remain in one place. But the pleasure wants to tear your body in pieces. You can’t escape the teeth in your neck. Your tongue craves the finger in your mouth. But your pussy is drawn to the fingers inciting tidal waves to form in your hips and back.
Sensory overload…the smell of your blood mixed with the odor of the vanilla candle. The pain of the teeth continuing to bite into your neck and the heat building at your core distracted you. There is no way you could have known, or been ready to go flying forward so suddenly.
Your head snapped forward as I shoved you away from me. It was just hard enough to shock you from your own melting pot of sensation and land you bent forward over the table directly in front of you. Palms hot, arms trembling to hold the weight of your upper body, weak from being suspended above your head and yet you refused to let your face connect with the surface. I smirk, realizing that you like being defiant.
I have given you only one order…silence, but you already know the unspoken rules. You like testing my patience. You like defying me, knowing the consequences. You are breathing hard, not from exertion, but from the excitement because you know what’s coming and you brace yourself.
You feel me behind you as the pressure from the palm of my hand shoving down smacks your cheek firmly against the surface of the cherry wood table. You can taste blood as your teeth tear into your lip and the slightest smile crosses your face. Hand still firmly planted at the base of your neck, I shove my fingers into you from behind. Three this time. You are dripping wet and they glide inside effortlessly, the tip of my thumb rimming your asshole as I thrust my fingers in and out of your pussy. Loving the low moans I thrust deeper. Just as suddenly as I put them in, they came out. You jump as you feel warm wetness and sharp nail roam over your pussy lips. My fingers spread your juices from your clit to your ass…back and forth. Then suddenly I am gone. The sudden abandonment causing you to buckle and whimper in need, you moan soft, low, and long.
You feel my absence like a physical blow. You sense my presence but don’t know where I am in the room. Should you risk it?
And I am there.
You feel the straps hit your ass simultaneously and separately. Inexplicable, each sting has its own type of pain, yet it is all heavenly. I flick the whip across your ass, not wanting to rip flesh, but enough to warn you that disobedience will not continue being tolerated. Your hips sway and I can see your juices flowing freely down your legs. I reach two fingers down to smear the wetness over your ass. I use my nails to embed your juice in your flesh, the mere touch sending waves of sensation over you and causing you to bite harder on your lip.
I flick the whip again, this time across your back and you immediately arch like a cat poised to attack. I alternate. Several steady flicks over your ass and a fast one over random parts of your body, and I enjoy this game of cat and mouse.
Your body is moving in rhythms now. You have gotten comfortable. Expecting the now familiar sting and pattern of the whip, you tense in anticipation. Hips moving in the tidal waves I love so much and yet I am not ready to satisfy that need just yet. I walk closer to you. Caressing the red marks on your ass left by the whip, hearing you whimper at the mix of pleasure and pain.
Giggles…. you hear the unfamiliar sound as one drip from the melting ice-cube hits your throbbing red ass cheek. You jerk up reeling at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and shocked at the contrast in sensations. Cold on skin already burning making you want to scream out, but you know you can’t.
Just as suddenly as you jerked up, my palm is there to slam your face back against the table. Defiant, you still strain to guess the person’s identity and place in the room. A mix of fear, curiosity, and elation consume you as you attempt to focus your senses. I chuckle as I can hear the thoughts in your brain…
Who is it? When did she enter? Why didn’t I smell her? Hear her? What is she here for? When did she get the ice? Oh my God, it feels good!
Flick…the whip hits your ass again. Still in the familiar pattern, but you are no longer sure of the next move in the game. Trembling now, emotions cascade through you. Flick…again with the whip, but you can hear no other sounds, can’t distinguish exactly where the mystery woman is or what she will do. Flick…
“Oh my God!” The tails of the whip land on your ass just as two ice cubes find home in the center of your back. Droplets roll off your sides as contact with your skin begins to melt them instantly. Convulsing begins as the pattern of the whip accelerates and ice cubes begin touching random parts of your body. Your brain spins because you know I can’t possibly be placing the ice cubes alone and even with a second set of hands, it was not possible.
A moan escapes as three fingers thrust inside your pussy from beneath you. The whipping continues… Shivers run through you as another sliver of ice is held against your breast. In and out, the fingers continuously delve into your pussy, ice on your back and breast, whip assaulting your ass cheeks and still more ice being placed at your lips. Then it registers…your body went rigid with the knowledge that there were more people in the room!
The stranger was closer now…without warning, your right arm yanked across the table away from your body. You could make out two hands, sharp nails, and soft skin. Nails that felt like razors from your shoulder to your wrists as the woman took authority of your arm. Beyond that, you were clueless as to the identity of the person who assisted me in holding you captive.
It was a word containing as much shock as it was a question and your left arm followed the first. Yanked firmly away from your body, by another set of hands, you have no choice but be completely helpless against the table. More soft skin more nails… Your rigid nipples were getting even harder from the cold surface.
I laugh out loud now, because I know you are wondering how you missed the sound of people entering the room, wondering how long they’d been there. You are moaning louder now and I know I need to step in before you wake the children.
“Sweet One Shhhh!” It was a direct and abrupt order. You could hear the seriousness to my tone. Just as swiftly as I had given that one, I gave the next one!
“Yes Mistress” It was hard to tell how many voices were in the room. You whimper in amazement as you realize every person in the room was here for one purpose. They were here to follow my orders and those orders were to please you.
At that moment, you feel your legs forcefully widened. Held in place by hands that appeared out of nowhere, they shook with apprehension and excitement. It seemed to you as if a thousand hands were roaming your body at once. Each arm was already held hostage, now each leg. Moans flooded your lips, you couldn’t see, but you could feel. Pussy juices flowing freely now…so much you’d almost think you’d cum. The excitement only continued…
Fully taken hostage now, you squirm…Not in an effort to free yourself, but in the effort to stem the burning and hunger within you. Someone grabs a fistful of your hair with one hand and holds your neck firmly planted to the table with the other. You try to focus, but a vanilla scent nears your nose, and you can only assume the candle is on the table in front of your face.
Each of the women holding your arms take turns raking their nails across the delicate skin, following quickly with their tongues as if to taste any blood that may appear there. Senses in an uproar, you struggle to focus, feel the different assaults on your body that has continued for hours now. Sharp pains cause your body to arch up. Nails raking down your spine and ending in a curve along your belly was pure heaven.
Now convulsing legs are given the same treatment as fingers trade places with a strap-on and a finger on your clit. Ferocity building, it’s hard to focus now. No longer are the attentions being paid to your body slow or rhythmic, but the pace increasing.
Whirlwind motion, you can’t see, but could feel and your body shook with the urgency. The person with the strap-on was thrusting hard and fast into your pussy, juices making the sloshing noise you are so fucking wet. One finger is in your ass building the intensity, while the rest of your body is accosted by tooth and nail. Nostrils filled, pussy filled, your body is close to that ultimate release…
Someone leans in close to whisper…”Are you having fun?”
Slap…you heard the sound and you flinched, but it took you a moment to realize that it was not you who received it. Apparently the rules applied to everyone in the room. Oddly though, the motions never stopped. Your body was still being accosted and you could feel the need to cum overwhelming you. Burning in your gut and just as the pleasure was reaching the apex…
“You can’t cum yet Sweet One.” It whispered into your ear as if from some inanimate object, my voice was weightless. You couldn’t tell if mine had been one of the pairs of hands that had touched you.
Suddenly and effortlessly, your body jerks up. Blindfold forcefully removed, as your arms are held behind you. Your eyes are cloudy as you struggle to focus in the now bright room. Throat dry and still you want to speak as you notice five strange women in the room. All of them wearing collars and staring as if you are their very last meal.
Moans and whimper escape you as you realize there is a sixth woman holding your chains because I am standing directly in front of you. You cannot move as your arms are chained directly behind you to a hook you never remembered seeing before this night. Slowly, your gaze meets mine and you are mesmerized. I walk closer, letting my tongue roam over yours. My lips depart and you lean forward as if to keep them near.
Your attention draws to two of the women moving a reclining chair to the spot your body had just been in. They seemed in uniform. All of them had raven black hair, long pointy nails, heeled black boots, and black leather collars that mimicked your own. You watched as the same two women lead me backward, away from you, to the chair. This chair was brown, seated low, with wide arm rests.
Seated in the chair, you moan as you watch one of the women kiss me, tongue dancing with mine, deeply, and wondered how my eyes never left yours. One by one, each of the women, including the one who had been previously out of view, walked to me, and all you could do was watch.
Watch as one stood behind me fisting my hair just enough for me to feel it, but not enough to tear my gaze away from yours. Watch as one began to kiss the woman holding my hair. The kiss is one of lust and pure pleasure. Ravenous would be the only way to describe it, but the woman never broke rhythm in the pulling of my hair.
More whimpers as a woman took my breast in her mouth and you could see her tongue circling my areola. My nipples hardened and you could see that I am enjoying the teasing, but my eyes never leave yours.
You break the stare as you realize two women are beside me on the floor in the 69 position. Low murmurs of pleasure escaping as they stick their tongues deeply inside each other. You can the pussy of the one on top, and she is so wet, it makes you lick your lips…alternating, biting and licking.
As if reading my mind, your gaze returns to mine, and you see as I prop each of my legs on the corresponding arm rest. You watch as the last remaining woman kneels before me and begins to lick my pussy. You can see her tongue darting around my clit. Sucking my pussy lips into her mouth one at a time, she makes popping noises as she enjoys her task.
Fingers now in her hair, you watch as I bury her face in my pussy. A moan escapes me as I watch the passion in your eyes and feel the hot tongue dipping deeply in and out of my pussy. “Lick that pussy” I smile as I see the moisture glistening on your legs. You are quivering and you are still not allowed to cum. Another rule, you are firmly aware of.
Once again, concentration broken as your eyes follow the sounds of the kisses and licks of the other women. I can see your mouth as it begins to pout for release. I stem the flow of my own moan as my pleasure is about to peak.
All movement in the room ceased.
“Are you ready to cum sweet one?”
As if following some script, the women took their places near the chair as one walked nearer to unchain you. Steps falter as you come closer, still not knowing what to expect. All your questions are soon answered as you are forced to your knees. Two women in their regained their respective positions at your arms and one woman holding your hair, forcing your face directly towards my pussy. One began kissing me as your tongue began its rhythmic motions over my clit.
I could feel your thoughts as you stop to wonder at the tasks assigned to the remaining two women. Almost as suddenly as you stopped, a harsh pull to your hair reminds you not to forget your mission. As quickly as you restart your task, your questions are again answered.
One woman takes her place behind you and the instant she rams into your pussy and you feel a ferocious grip on your neck. This propels your movements. You are so wet, it is pouring from you. You hear my moans, feel the grip on your neck tighten, feel the punishment your pussy is receiving, and you begin to shake. Nails rake into your hair and you struggle because you are prone, but your tongue never stops twirling, darting, in and out. You can only imagine the way I am kissing the woman and you begin to whimper.
My moans increase and you can feel my pussy tightening on your tongue as you thrust inside. You know I am about to come and it excites you.
As if on cue, the thrusting into your pussy quickens and the grip on your throat steals even the tiniest of breaths. The beat of your heart and the throbbing in your pussy could almost be music as you feel yourself about to explode….
Intent on your task, you can’t see that every single woman is using a free hand to thrust inside their pussies. You can’t see or feel their urgency coming on…and in unison…with one breath, we all cum…hard.
It was a simultaneous sound. It was pure pleasure. One by one, the women filed out of the room. Free from your restraints, you stand and I pull you on my lap. Before I could say anything, I hear your soft snores fill my ears….and the morning light found us that way.
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