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Chic Sheik Cheek
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Chic Sheik Cheek
I don't feel comfortable at first when you kneel me down and tie my hands
behind my back. I'm not used to feeling so vulnerable, but I play along with
your fantasy. You sit in front of me and order me to suck you. I move my
mouth toward your cock, but you wiggle around, making me chase after it. With
my hands tied, I can't just grab it. When I finally catch it, my lips seize
the head, my tongue flicks back and forth across the tip, and with a groan you
lose your will to move away from me. It's harder than I expected to give head
no-handed. Whenever I slip off to lick your balls, your dick twitches, and I
have to chase it to catch it again. Your hands work on my tits as I suck you.
I'm finally getting the hang of it when you lift my head, so my breasts are at
the level of your cock. Nestling your organ in my cleavage and squeezing my
mounds together, you fuck them. When you come, I can tell you've been saving
it up, as gobs of semen drip from my face and chin onto my breasts.
After a bit, you pick me up and kneel me on the bed. You put a vibrator
between my legs and turn it on, watching me get off with it. I put on a show,
squirming and wiggling against the buzzing wand. Soon, I'm exploding with the
electric feeling only a vibrator against my clit can give.
Turning off the vibrator, you kiss me. As you lean against me, I can
tell you are hard again, and the truth is, I've built up an excess of
horniness this week, too. Back in your role as sheik, you comment "You liked
riding that buzzing machine, didn't you. I have another machine you might
like to ride."
You untie my feet and blindfold me, then lead me out into the garage.
You help me up onto your motorcycle, the leather seat cold against my cunt.
You untie my hands and place them on the handle bars, retying them there.
It's a big bike, and I have to lean forward. You get on the bike behind me,
pulling my ass back until your cock rests in my crack. You reach around to
play with my breasts, as you rub your dick against my butt. The leather under
my pussy has gotten warmer and damper, and as you push against me, a pleasant
pressure is applied to my furry mound. You finger me, discovering sufficient
wetness, then lift my ass a bit to slide your penis into my vagina. I'm
helplessly under your control as you pound into me, my arms stretched out, my
tits dangling free, my legs spread wide by the bike. Whether it was part of
your original plan, or you were just inspired by the view, after several
minutes of energetic fucking, you withdraw.
In a moment I learn what has happened as I feel your prick push against
my back door. You have smeared some lubricant on it, and now spread it on my
anal opening. To be successful I know I need to relax, and as the initial
surprise wears off, I do. You don't rush things, but keep up the insistent
probing, reaching around to tug at my nipples or stroke my cunt. In my
position, my rear end is spread wide anyhow, so as soon as the tension leaves
my sphincter, the knob of your rod pops inside. You slowly press inward,
thrusting gently to spread the jelly. After a few tentative penetrations, you
start pumping more deliberately. Each impact presses my pussy against the
warm slippery seat, mashing my lips and clit.
Ordinarily, I don't get much enjoyment from anal sex, but this time, the
warm friction in my ass is enhanced by the pressure of leather, warmed and
lubricated by my pussy, against my clit, and the erotic feeling of total
surrender to your wishes, bound and blindfolded. Your panting grows louder,
then you grab my hips tightly and ram into me, slapping loudly against my
cheeks, and I know you are coming.
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