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Authors: Megan West
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“Don't move.”
I held my breath as I obeyed, waiting with barely contained excitement to see what would happen next. The nylon rope was cool as it slid over my skin then tightened around my ankle till I was held fast by it. After a few more tugs, I realized Jake was tying my ankle to one of the legs of the table.
He moved to my other leg and tugged on it, forcing me to spread my legs wider before he tied that ankle to another wooden leg of the table. With my heart pounding I watched Jake slowly walk around to the front of the table, clearly taking his time and building tension.
He reached forward and grabbed my wrists, pulling and stretching me over the wooden top till my breasts crushed beneath me. I squirmed in his iron grip as he tied the rope around one wrist then bent down under the edge of the table where I could no longer see him. A few more tugs of the rope stretched the muscles in my back as my elbow locked in place. I clenched my teeth as a looked at the taut rope twisting and turning around my wrist. He stood up from underneath the table and began to tie my last limb in place until I was as stretched out as I could possibly be.
I pulled against the ropes, testing them. Electrified excitement rattled my nerves when I felt no give in the tight ropes. I lost sight of Jake as he walked back around the table, from the sound of his footsteps it sounded as if he had moved behind me. I turned my head as far as I could but I couldn't see through my curtain of black hair blocking my view. My breath quivered in anticipation as my vibrator buzzed to life.
Jake brought the tip of it to my pussy, I could feel the slowly warming tip rubbing up and down between my wet slit. It's lowest setting buzzed at a gentle tease as he crept closer and closer to my clit. He kept on like that for several minutes, rubbing the toy up and down my slit, toying with me, teasing me until I was squirming, in need of more than that light touch.
Without warning he plunged the vibrator deep inside me, pushing the buttons so the beak of my little hummingbird tapped hard and fast against my clit. I cried out, half in surprise and half in pleasure, and continued to cry out as he pulled it out only to push it back in me with a force that would have been painful if I hadn't loved it so much.
I felt the familiar heat building between my legs as tiny flutters of tingles oozed up my back. He had me on edge ready to explode. The vibrator rubbed against my g-spot with every thrust and pull of the toy.
A shock twisted up my spin as the beak of the vibrating hummingbird bumped against my clit. The pleasure became more intense whenever he buried the vibrator deeper.
A deep moan escaped my lips and bounced off the kitchen walls. After two years of learning my body, he had me writhing in seconds, pounding me with my toy till I was withering on the table top, pulling against the ropes till my arms were shaking.
My legs trembled as waves of heat washed down the back of my knees. Distantly, through my haze of euphoria, I heard him moan. Just as I was about to topple over the edge he pulled the vibrator from me, the sound of buzzing quieted before disappearing completely. I whimpered, feeling suddenly empty without anything inside of me. My pussy dripped and throbbed for attention as tingles still crawled up my skin. A whimper caught in my throat when I felt his tongue sliding up the inside of my thigh, licking up the juices that had gushed out of me only moments before.
The feeling of his hot, wet tongue on my skin drove me wild, the higher he went the more I squirmed. When his lips wrapped around my clit, his teeth gently nibbling at it, I thought I might explode from the pleasure. Every little nibble, every lick, shook my body as I cried out.
My chest flushed red as a tornado of energy arched my back. Hot prickles flooded down my legs as my hands clutched at the rope. My legs buckled from the explosion of pleasure racking my body.
I came on his mouth, once and then again, with such force that I was left limp and shaking within the tied rope. If I hadn't been stretched over the table I know my knees would have gave way. As I laid there, panting, trembling, I could hear Jake moving but couldn't force myself to try to see what he was doing.
I didn't have to wait long to find out though. His strong hands gripped my hips and he guided his cock slowly into my already well used pussy then slammed into me hard. My back arched, my shoulders strained as my head tilted back and I screamed like a wild cat.
Holding himself still inside of me. “You like it rough, don't you?”
I nodded and was rewarded with a hard smack on my bottom. Another hit, right on top of the first and I yelped. After the fourth, I finally realized why I was being spanked, why he was tormenting me with his hard, thick cock buried in me to the hilt but unmoving, and managed to gasp out a response. “Yes, Sir, I love it rough.”
“That's my good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I said, then screamed as I felt him move inside of me, twisting and turning his hips so his cock rolled around against my walls.
Jake leaned over me, his body pressing my hips even harder into the table. Grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to him and I felt his damp, hot breath on my ear.
“Cum with me, I want to feel you cum on my cock.”
I moaned out a feeble “Yes, Sir,” unsure if I even had another orgasm left in me at that point, but Jake seemed determined to find it. Like a man possessed he pounded into me, seeming to go harder and faster with each thrust.
With a growl, he slammed into me with such force it left me breathless and then froze as his cock began to twitch and jump inside me, shooting out spurts of thick cum. The force of his orgasm, the hot liquid splashing on my cervix, sent me over the edge. My legs quivered from the pleasure boiling over inside me, toes curling under the hot pressure melting down my body.
I moaned softly, happily, savoring the feel of his body over mine. His panting breath brushed stray hairs over my face, his slowly calming heart beat raced against my back. This was my heaven, my zen, feeling him in such great satisfaction and knowing it was me, my body, that had brought him to it. I smiled, and strained my head back to nuzzle him as best I could. Jake kissed my cheek.
“I love you, Kristen.” He said softly, the tenderness in it bringing unexplainable tears to my eyes.
After a few minutes he stood up and pulled out of me, hissing softly as his cock left my hot, wet pussy and felt the much cooler air. Without him inside me to keep me full, I felt his cum begin to trickle out of me, slowly trailing down my thighs.
I shivered, starting to feel chilled as the cum and sweat dried on my skin, but laid there, still, without voicing a complaint as Jake left the room. He returned within moments, before I could even start to become concerned, and walked around to the front of the table where my hands were fastened tightly.
Carefully, he slid one blade from a pair of scissors between my skin and the rope and I moaned softly at the new sensation. He smirked, but said nothing as he cut first one wrist and then the other free. I put my hands on the table and tried to push myself up, to stand, but my arms shook so badly that I gave up. I felt the same thrill go through me as he slid the blade against my ankle, still just as careful to avoid cutting me, and snipped through the rope around both of them as well.
“Are you going to get up?” He asked, and I could hear the laughter suppressed in his voice.
“Nope.” I said, though I managed to turn my head to smile at him. “Body's not working, just going to stay here.”
He laughed then, but came closer to help me. I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, pulling me up till I was on my unsteady feet. Jake's arm went around my waist, holding me close to him, and guided me through the house to what was now our bedroom. I stood, still rather unsteadily, as he pulled the blanket back and then helped me into bed before climbing in beside me and covered us both with my thick, warm bed spread.
Still smiling, I rolled over onto my side so I could put my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer to him. One of his hands reached down to my leg, pulling it up on top of his till we were completely entangled with each other. I ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest and tilted my head back, kissing his chin lightly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He smiled down at me, kindly. “And what are you thanking me for?”
“For that and for this.” I answered, unable to find the right words, but trying anyway.
“For giving me exactly what I needed.”
He sighed and his arms squeezed me a bit tighter to him. “Sweetheart, if I'd known you needed this, I would have happily given it to you ages ago. And for that, I am truly sorry. From now on, if you need something, no matter how silly you might think it is, or how you think I might react, I want you to tell me. I'll never think less of you, or feel less for you, I promise.”
I hugged him tighter too, and once again I felt tears threatening to spill even as my smile stretched wider. I nuzzled my face into his chest, the little hairs tickling my nose and lips, as I listened to Jake's heartbeat gradually slow. His breathing steadied, deepened, and soon I heard a quiet sound, not quite a snore, coming from his mouth. I closed my eyes, a small smile still on my lips, and sighed happily. My earlier concerns about living together now seemed as if they'd belonged to someone else, because with Jake I knew I had everything I needed.
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The Librarian
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Laura's Revenge.
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The Librarian
Excerpt:
Without hesitating he slipped his cock out of my dripping slit. The first blast of his sperm hit my pussy dead center; a shocking glaze of warmth that made me shiver even as I came myself. The small tuft of my pubic hair got soaked from the spurts of my young man's cock. Against my white skin I could hardly even see his cum, but I felt the heat as it spurted against me. The wet feeling at my groin as his cum cooled and watching him stand there with his stiff cock still dripping his juices made me feel completely dirty. But I didn't mind, I loved playing the dirty librarian.
...Knowing a 3 inch blade sharp enough to cut through my soft pale skin like tissue paper was only inches from my belly made my skin crawl. Without warning he gripped the back of my hair and pulled my head back, stretching my neck and sending prickles of pain across my forehead from his tightening grip. My eyes clenched shut and I quivered as he brought the backside of the blade to my neck.
I held my breath in my throat as he slowly traced the dull side of the blade down my long neck, over my collarbone, between the crevice of my breasts and down my flat stomach. The sensation of vulnerability caused jitters throughout my body..
Laura's Revenge
Excerpt:
He gripped her thigh as he stepped closer. Her milky white skin crinkled under the grasp of his dark hand. She felt her heart jump as his cock teasingly pressed against her soft lips. She could feel her smeared juices on the inside of her thighs as she spread her legs, inviting him to come closer. He stepped forward and slipped the head of his dick up and down her wet folds. Her heart fluttered as a shock of lightning attacked her body every time he rubbed over her electrified clit.
He smirked at her, clearly loving how her mouth dropped every time his cock slid past her sweet spot.
“Fuck me already!” She demanded, reaching her arm forward and slapping the side of his ass. She dug her nails into the hot skin of his ass-cheek and pulled him forward.
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