| Straight: BDSM: A Story Without an Ending (2/2) |
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juices it slid in easily. He would have groaned aloud but true to his instructions, he bit hard on the ball gag in his mouth and kept his peace. She climbed on top of him and crouched with her boots in his armpits. She lowered herself so that he could smell her arousal while she took his penis in her mouth. Her hair hung down and tickled him between his thighs. She stayed there for a while, for a whole track, gently sucking on him, playing with him with her tongue while he bucked and thrashed around. She could feel his pulse, feel him swelling and relaxing as he obeyed his orders and fought to prevent himself from cumming. Now she rearranged herself. Squatting, she lowered herself on to him the other way around, allowed him to fill the place left by the 500cc dildo she had been riding. Again, he stuck to his script, did not try to bring the matter to a conclusion, allowed her to find her rhythm. She sat there while the music pounded in his ears. As the next track began, she knew exactly how long she had. Let the die decide the next step. If it is even, go to 3. If it is odd, go to 6. 3. This was going to be some dance. She loosened his hood and freed him from the gag. He dragged in deep lungfuls of air. Now riding him as a cowboy at a rodeo, now crouching over him and burying her tongue in his mouth, she brought herself to her own climax. If you have got this far, shake the die for the last time. If odd, go to 4, if even, go to 5. 4. She timed it so that she came, he came, and the music finished, the cuffs snapped open, he wrapped his arms and legs around her, rolled them over together, still buried deep inside her while they both gasped for breath. 5. It did not take her long. She had been thinking about this all the way, had allowed the ride to work her up to a nicely balanced state of excitement. As she arched her back and dropped her weight on to him her orgasm rolled in over her, starting from her boots and rushing through her like a rocket taking off. She stayed there till the end of the track and left him listening to the music. She was back on her bike and away before the CD finished. 6. But he was never going to be as good as her motorbike. She wondered why she had gone to all the trouble of setting him up on her second best bed. She finished herself off by hand, climbed off stiffly, leaving him sticking up uselessly, retrieved, disinfected and reinserted her dildo, snapped it back in place on her machine and rode off. 2. He stirred as she entered. He had been listening for her. This was against the rules. She turned on her heel, returned to the bike, reconnected herself and rode off. She would have to continue his training for a little longer. |
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hmmmm...