| Straight: BDSM: Midnight Caller (2/4) |
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as I say…” I looked at him, focusing as hard as I could to put fear into my face. “Tell me, for otherwise I shall have to punish you…” I jumped off the bed to make my way to the door, but no sooner was I off the bed than I was caught by my waist and pulled to the floor. Pulled up to my knees, Daniel stood behind me with my hands held tightly and room free. I could feel him pick for something and no sooner had I turned my head to see what it was, than my hands were tied and Daniel was moving round to be in front of me. “Now now, that just wont do…I asked you to be nice, but you didn’t… you won’t do what I ask nicely, I have to make you do it!” The sheer control, power and confidence behind his voice sent a pleasant and arousing shiver down my spine, and as he took off his pants, he revealed a pulsating and hungry phallus and my clit doubled in size. “Say you will be a good girl, and I promise, I shall not put it in all at once.” I looked at him, and I could see the excitement on his face. “I will be a good girl.” I said this as I took the first lick of his cock and lapped the taste on my tongue. As I opened my mouth to take in the head, I heard Daniel moan and felt his fingers run through my hair as he rhythmically moved back and forth to gain his pleasure. I tilted my head back to accommodate his growing cock and as I did, his fingers grasped my hair tightly and he fucked my mouth as my own pleasure mounted. As he moaned he pulled out of my mouth and threw me on the bed, standing over me like a lion about to pounce on his prey. “Great starter my precious, very good girl, now turn over. It’s time for the main course.” As I stared at him, I could see the excitable impatience in his eyes and he jumped on the bed to flip me over. As I fought to stay on my back, he slid his hands beneath my shoulders and ran his nails hard down my back. I groaned with pleasure and with this lack of concentration he flipped me over with ease. With my hands behind my back and my face in the pillow, he slipped his fingers into my soaked pussy, and I moaned a silent tune into the bed. He curved his fingers within my hole and danced his thumb over my clit with the knowledge of a player. My body shuddered and he pulled out of my pussy and poked at my hidden cave. With one of his large hands, he parted my cheeks with his thumb and his fingers and with the other he moved my steady flowing juices from my pussy to my anus. Slowly he inserted one finger, and familiar pleasure pain feeling sent my juices gushing. I was ready for it – I wanted this release. The mounting desire and frustration was building so much that I backed onto his finger, taking in what I could. He withdrew his finger and no sooner had I felt my anus pucker than he had his fingers |
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