Sweet Convictions (18 page)

I’m bound
, gagged and clamped—completely restrained and I want him to take me this instant. I begin to shut my eyes but they quickly widen as I hear him unzip his trousers. I lift my head slightly and watch down at the end of the bed as he whips out the biggest cock I’ve ever in my life laid eyes on. I guess what they say could potentially be quite true!

My eyes
are now like saucers. This has got to be the most undignified look: naked, legs widely splayed, tits fallen to the sides, pussy in plain view and eyes like a deer in headlights. I can’t stand how I must look, so I clench my eyes tightly.
Because of course, if I can’t see, surely neither can he! I bloody wish!

I move my thoughts from the
disconcerting state of my defenceless body to promptly overcoming the foolish feeling of panic and humiliation. My brief moment of salaciousness becomes a reality when I feel his hot breath arrive between my thighs, as he places the tip of his tongue onto my throbbing pussy before teasing it in an offensively slow motion. The lingering intervals between licking and swallowing begin to feel significantly extended and I yelp for more.
Faster for fuck sake! To hell with this fucking gag – I want it off!

I shake
my head and whine in irritation. A frustrated need for freedom and an annoyed urgency for his cock to be entombed deep inside my pussy overcomes me. I watch him as he stands to his feet, walks around the bed whilst he mildly massages his generous stiffness before bringing it in parallel with my face. He removes the scarf from my mouth.

“Ah finally!”

“Are you going to
keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told?”

“Yes,” I
whimper.

“Good, now suck,” he demands as he
embeds his swollen girth into my chops. I choke as it hits the back of my throat. Eyes closed, he plunges my mouth, gripping at my hair and forcing my head back and forth until my jaw begins to ache and my neck twinges. Without warning, I feel sharp prickles converge on my midriff, quickly advancing into salient stings. Somehow I hadn’t before detected that Mike had lit a candle which is now flittering suspended above my stomach as he drips hot melting wax over my convulsing body. I want to cry from the unmitigated discomfort, but by the same token, I have an overwhelming gluttony for more.

He
sets down the waxy flambeau and extracts his fullness from my mouth, straddles himself over my breasts and parks his abundant extension in the centre of my defunct cleavage.
Oh fucking hell, really? Must you?...Oh wait a minute, there we go.
He obligingly lifts my breasts from the sides, tucks his cock in between them, like a sausage in a roll and unyieldingly permeates the malleable crevice. I watch the end of his cock appear and disappear like a hesitant tortoise retreating back and forth into its shell.
Peekaboo!
I protract my tongue to lick it as it shoots out, just managing a quick dab before it yet again withdraws. His wetness appends itself to my tongue as he pulls back and it stretches like hot stringy cheese on a pizza. I go in for another and I hear him moan whilst he observes me from above. His weight quickly becomes too much on my rib cage.

“I’m
struggling a bit to breathe,” I supplicate and he considerately dismounts me.

Mike
goes on to untying and releasing one of my legs which he continues to extend into the air like a dog at a fire hydrant.
Lovely!
He edges himself forward and teases the top of my clit with his cock. Then he guides a foil wrapper to my lips.

“Tear it open,” he demands.

I clench my teeth over the corner, whip my neck to the side and rip it open. He quickly rolls it over his cock and eases himself into my moist insides. He’s amply endowed and so powerful that it hurts—so much so, I feel like I’m going to tear.

I
squirm about in a failed attempt to drive him back a smidge; not due to displeasure but merely to allow me to catch at least some of my stolen breath back. Nevertheless, I want more. I toughen my clasp, circumscribing his cock like a strangulating boa constrictor. He continues to fuck me hard whilst my leg remains in the air. He lightly tugs at the chains connecting my nipple clamps pulling them downwards before mildly rotating them.

“Fucking fuck!”

“What? You want me to fuck you harder? Want me to fuck you into tomorrow?”

“No. Yes, I’m...I’m...oh shit,”
I try as I’m unceasingly defiled by his bulky manhood. Then, as if his supremacy isn’t enough, like magic, he randomly manifests a large black dildo.
Ooh matching!...Ooh, shit.

He exits my pussy and instead fills it with the
rubber cock and fucks me so insanely fast and boundlessly I literally cannot get a breath in. My sensual moans now resonate a high pitched heaving sound. I yank at my hands still trying to deviate my way into sovereignty, although quite unsure as to whether I want to push him off or pull him closer. Everything is spinning.

Then a
s if that’s not enough to take in without passing out, he re-enters, but he’s now in my ass—both cocks simultaneously drilling me senseless from both ends. I can no longer hold it in and I scream. I mean I literally scream as if I am being attacked by a rabid dog.

Finally, I feel my right hand
become free and I instantly press hard onto his chest. He sets free my other and instead of pushing him away, it does the complete opposite as I dig my nails into his ass and pull him deeper inside of me.

I bring down my hand from his hair
less chest and rub and flick at my clit. I want to come. I need to come. I feel like I could orgasm a thousand times right now.

It doesn’t take me long.

“Fucking hell Mike I’m going to come,”

“No you’re not!” he commands as he releases my leg and pins m
y hands back down over my head whilst he continues to fuck me. Abruptly, the thrusting stops and he climbs off of me.

F
inally, he lets my other leg loose before spinning me onto my front. He pushes my face down into the pillow as I try again to catch a breath. Then he wraps his left hand around my neck and detains my right hand behind my back before closing my legs together and seating himself astride my ass. He quickly buries his cock between my thighs and slides with ease into my throbbing pussy. I’m in a torturously agonising revelry again. My twisted arm hurts like hell, yet my pussy wants more; my neck aches like fuck but my pussy is begging for more and the asphyxiation is about to send me into a state of unconsciousness and yet my pussy still WANTS MORE! I want more!

About a minute later, he
stops again.
I’m going to fucking kill him if he taunts me anymore!
He climbs off, stands up and commands my limp body to the edge of the bed before picking me up. I surrender my worn-out body as he lays me down on my back onto the chez lounges. He divides open my legs and places my feet onto the floor on each side. He inches his face into my crotch and massages his tongue over my clit, deeply tongue-fucking the inside of my pussy. Again he stops within seconds.

Fuck this shit!

I
haul his head back in demanding that he finishes. But he imperiously governs my hands away and stands me up as he lowers himself across the long curvy seat.

“Sit on me.”

I mount him like a horse, although I discover through the pulling in my groin that this seat’s quite a bit wider than I thought. I descend onto his cock allowing him to enter me once again. My tippy-toes take a bit of a beating as they barely touch the floor to hold me up as I start to bounce. I feel the tip of his cock almost reach the back of my throat. He places his hands on my hips and winches me up and down.
Thank God, my thighs were starting to burn.
I lean into him, gripping onto his tensing biceps as I go in to kiss him and rub my pussy against his pelvis.

“I’m going to
come this time,” I beseech.

“
Now you may go for it. I’ll shortly be following you,” he says rubbing harder and faster against him as he fucks me from beneath.

Finally, I climax
...multiple times, before collapsing onto his chest. We take a few unspoken moments to gather our breaths before I go in for the attack.

“So what happened to not being permitted to take part in all of this?” I ask.

“That was all part of it sweetheart. You couldn’t be allowed to know, or it wouldn’t have played out as well.”

“Sneaky. I like it. I guess it wouldn’t have been as near
to intense as it was had I expected it. Fuck me tenderly that was good!”

“I thought I just did,” he jokes.

“Indeed,” I profess.

Another shower, t
wo bottles of still water later, I’m collected from my upside down tip for a bedroom and escorted down to reception where I’m met by Diana.

“So Ms Bentley, how did you enjoy your stay?”

“Oh my god, it’s been insane. Good insane, not bad. Not bad at all. There’s just nothing remotely on the same or even similar level I could possibly compare it to. It’s been amazing and I cannot thank you all enough,” I say as I shake her hand.
Oof, that’s a firm grip.

“Well, I’
m happy to hear that. But remember, it’s a prestigious venue and it’s by invite or recommendation only so I would appreciate your utmost discretion and confidentiality.”

“Oh yes, by all means. Not a word to anyone. I don’t think I’d want to share this heavenly place with anyone I know
anyway!” I giggle—her face still rather stern, almost confused by my attempt at being humorous. I clear my throat and look over at Drake whose busy picking up my bags. As I turn to follow him out the door, for some idiotic reason for which I want to die and will never be able to explain, I curtsey. I fucking curtsey to Diana.
What the fucking fuck Gemma?! Why do I find her so intimidating? Jesus!

“Thank you again
,” I say with a reddened face and quickly catch up to Drake who’s already out the door. I turn to wave to Diana but thank gracious God she’s already seeing to the next lot of guests...who look scared out of their minds and who appear more as if they should be entering a church, not a chic shag shack.

Chapter 10

A week later and a smack in the face of rapid realisation hits me. I feel like I’ve left my head behind. I’m back in the land of the ordinary working class less sex-craved world in which I live and I’m bored already. I’m bored of the routine, bored of my work, bored of my life. Just bored, bored, fucking mindlessly bored. The only pussy action I’m getting is the nuzzling and rubbing up against my legs from my cats, and other than their categorical love for me, the only good thing about arriving back is it’s payday tomorrow.

I’ve also come to the realisation that a
s much as I care very dearly for Karl, he’s just not the guy I can see myself spending the rest of my current jaded life with. I need my life to change significantly and rapidly. I need a holiday. I need more sex.
Oh dear God, I’m turning into a sex pest. I’m probably gonna to have to go for counselling I just know it! Oh shit, shit, sh...Oh shut the fuck up. You sound just like you did before you unyielding bat.

It’s exactly what I need
; just as much as the pleasures of SCM were doubtlessly necessary. I needed to feel myself like I’ve never felt myself before and I’m unapologetic about how I did it, where or how many times I did it.

I
change my track of thought and embrace more of the new me -the new me I want to be.
Screw it!
I whip out my laptop and credit card and book a holiday, quickly grasping at the fact that I’ve just bought a retreat for one. I wince at the thought of being alone on the flight, arriving alone at the hotel, swimming alone, eating alone, drinking alone, so I invite Tally. Annoyingly, she can’t make it. I’m fucked. I’m alone and fucked. I’m three hundred pounds down, alone and thoroughly fucked. Too late now. No refunds.

A month
of work and habit passes. My time to getaway finally arrives and I’m standing nervously in an infinite queue of excitable crowds about to board the plane. My excitement and anxiousness is indeed overruled by crapping myself. I’m not the world’s best or most relaxed airborne passenger.

A tallish
guy standing in front of me turns to ask if I’m okay, to which I snap that I am most definitely not. Tears streaming, hands shaking. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the paralysing thought of having to fly such a long haul journey on my own.
Could I feel anymore embarrassed and child-like?

For a moment, he
jerks the fear from my mind with all his punch-in-the-face deliciousness. He’s hot. Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot with an inordinately large capital H.
Gimme an H, gimme an O, gimme a T. What does that spell?...I want to lick your cock like a lollipop then fuck the living daylights outa you, that’s what!

I
ascertain from his distinct accent that he too is a fellow South African. Thankfully, not only is he a hunky chunky fillet of steak and a side of crispy onion rings to my eyes, but he seems genuinely decorous too. He takes my hands into his, gives them a little rub and tells me everything’s going to be just fine.
Oh god I can’t stand when people say things like that. I mean how the hell could they possibly know huh?! Do they have pocket-sized crystal balls that they carry around with them? They can’t see into the future so why promise something they can’t be sure will be delivered?!