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Naughty 2/2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The sudden warmth in the apartment was not due to the heater,
either, for I had once again become intensely aware of the warmth
and wetness between my legs. Just seeing you, sitting not-quite-
touching me in your apartment was enough to ignite a palpable flame
of sexuality within me, even though you had not yet touched me. I
told you all about my encounter with the lesbian Airport security
guard, and you said nothing.
To move past the awkward moment of silence, I reached into my bra
and held the remote control out to you, in confirmation of my
sory. Now you sat looking at the small control, turning it over
in your hand, but saying nothing. "I won't have this!" you suddenly
exclaimed, simultaneously thumbing the control up to its highest
setting. "Something must be done about this disgraceful situation
with the airport!" Through the mind-numbing haze of pleasure
evoked by the intense stimulation, I tried to protest. "No, please
don't. It was too embarrassing and I don't want to have to face her
again..." As suddenly as you had increased the vibrators' speed,
you now turned them completely off, looking away from the
controller and into my eyes. "What?" you exclaimed "I'm talking
about the disgraceful, disrespectful way you've treated me this
evening, making me wait on your pleasure!"
I had just enough time to figure out that this was the introduction
to a bit of rough play before you had seized my wrists and dragged
me across your lap. Reaching down beside you, you came up with a
scarlet length of silken drapery cord, with which you tied my
wrists firmly before I could protest or make more than a token
effort at resistance. Not that resistance would have done any good,
for your powerful arms could have held me immobile no matter how
hard I struggled. With a couple of quick, neat twists, you had my
hands tied firmly to the arm of the couch, stretched above my head.
I was helpless, bent over your knees like a schoolgirl about to be
punished. "Goddamn! Let me go!" I exclaimed, beginning to play my
part in this game. You, of course, ignored my protest as you were
intended to and calmly leaned down to rummage in a leather case at
your feet that I had not seen before. You straightened, and showed
me a device consisting of a hard black rubber ball with a leather
strap through it, and said, "Are you going to shut up, or am I
going to have to gag you?" Now I really began to struggle, trying
to pull myself up far enough to get at the rope that was trapping
my hands to loosen it with my teeth. "Fuck you!" I said. "I mean
it! Let me go!" Of course, I did want you to gag me, because I was
really nervous about your neighbors hearing what was about to
transpire. Seemingly unruffled by my outbursts or the obscenities,
you calmly reached over and forced the gag into my mouth, gently
buckling it behind my head. Then, equally gently, you began
removing my clothes. First the shoes, then my jeans and underwear
were placed on the seat across from us. You seemed thoughtful for
a moment, surveying the sweater I was wearing, before tugging both
sweater and bra up over my head, leaving them wrapped around my
pinioned hands. Now my body was laid out before you, exposed to
your hungry gaze, naked except for the black leather straps that
circled my hips and disappeared between my legs. My arousal was
growing, for I could feel your eyes upon me as tangibly as if you
were running your hands across my skin.
Once again you reached into the bag at your feet, and emerged with
a paddle made of two layers of stiff, black leather sewn together
in his hand. You ran it across my buttocks in a circular motion,
almost caressing me, while reaching for the control unit I had just
given you moments before. Quickly you turned the control to its
highest setting. Immediately, the vibrator piercing my pussy began
sending throbbing waves of stimulation straight to my clit, while
the bullet-shaped rod in my ass caused maddening sensations deep
within me as well. You waited until I had begun to writhe in your
lap, then just as I was becoming lost in the waves of pleasure,
brought the paddle down hard across the cheeks of my ass. I jumped
even though I had known what was coming, and cried out from behind
the gag, but your arm continued to rise and fall, placing each
stroke precisely across my buttocks, varying each stroke in order
not to neglect any portion of my ample posterior. Before long my
rear end was glowing red, and no doubt was hot to the touch as
well. All the while, the vibrators never ceased tantalizing me, so
that I could not think, and the line between pleasure and pain,
never too clear to me anyway, was completely obscured by the rising
tide of passion your efforts caused. Soon I was raising my ass
eagerly to meet the downward strokes of the paddle, growing ever
closer to the orgasm I'd been searching for all day.
You seemed to echo my urgency, for I could feel your erection, hot
and huge against my belly, straining against your pants. The paddle
fell a final time, then you were pushing me off your lap, causing
me to kneel with my knees on the floor and my upper body across the
seat. Without pausing to turn the vibrators off, you unbuckled the
unchastity belt and pulled the buzzing phalluses out of me.
Throwing the device aside, you all but ripped your pants open,
freeing the largest erection I'd ever seen you sport, and plunged
your cock deep inside my open pussy. Your hips were slamming into
my ass with twice the force the paddle had, your cock ramming into
my hot wetness. Faster and faster the thrusts came, and I was
rearing back to meet each one. My breathing was labored, my back
was arched, my head thrown back as I rode your hard shaft. "Take
it, bitch! Take it!" you growled through clenched teeth. I'd always
liked being talked to "dirty," and now as always, hearing such
language caused a deep shudder of lust within me. I began to come,
shaking all over with the force of the contractions within me. My
eyes were open, but saw nothing. Nothing existed for me at that
moment but the rollercoaster rush of sheer ecstasy and the hard
cock pounding into me! That level of intensity couldn't last for
long however, and I rested my head against the cool leather of the
seat, laboring to catch my breath as the explosions inside me
slowly dwindled. You were still thrusting hard into my cunt. It
didn't take long until I had recovered, and was again moving in
concert with you. When you became aware that I was once again
ready, you pulled your cock out of my dripping pussy. The gag
between my teeth prevented me from protesting, but I wiggled my ass
invitingly, begging for more in the only way that I could. "You
want more, you little slut? What will you do for it?" you teased,
although of course I couldn't answer. I continued to rub back
against you, feeling your hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks,
teasing me. "Answer me, slut!" you said threateningly, now slapping
my ass with the head of your cock. Then, without warning, you
slammed your monstrous erection into my ass, and I gasped even
though I was relaxed and ready from the vibrator that had been
there earlier. "Is that what you wanted, little slut? Take all of
it, bitch!" With each shout your cock slammed harder and deeper
into my ass. Soon you really were growling, sounding more and more
animalistic with each vicious thrust. Muttered repetitions of
"slut" and "bitch" were all that I could make out. The raw power
of your cock, forcing its way into me time and time again could not
be resisted, and soon I was riding you as eagerly as I had just
moments before. You had the paddle in your hand again, and were
using it hard along my thighs, urging me to rear back against you
ever harder. I began to imagine that the gag in my teeth was a
bridle and bit, and that I was being mounted by a huge Arabian
stallion. I was getting more and more aroused every moment, and you
seemed to feel it as well, for your thrusts were now the deepest
and hardest that they had ever been, and were ramming home faster
and faster. I could no longer match the pace you was setting and
braced my hips against the seat edge to take your cock as you
wanted me to. I could feel a tingling between my legs that became
a throbbing, muscle clenching orgasm, just as you stiffened behind
me for a moment, then slammed your cock deep into me and held it
there. I could feel your hot come shooting up inside me, and the
sensation caused my own orgasm to redouble in intensity. At last,
you fell against me, lying across my back, your softening cock
still inside me twitching every now and then as if to expel every
drop of seed, tenderly kissing the back of my neck and softly
stroking the hot skin that had been reddened by your paddle
earlier.
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