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By *ewboy01 OP Man
over a year ago
Barrow in Furness |
Thought I'd have a go at a little writing. It's my 1st shot so be gentle
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It began, not with a bang or sparks of fire, but with the gentlest of touches. The faint trace of breath blown across my torso as I lay bound to a bed in an anonymous hotel room. The how’s and why’s of how I found myself here are unimportant to you, dear reader. More important is the rush of exhilaration that that on breath sent coursing through my body.
I am not normally a submissive man but from time to time I feel the need to put myself entirely at the mercy of a somewhat mischievous woman and her devious mind.
Today is one of those days.
So here I am, bound, naked and blindfold with a woman I have never laid eyes on prowling round my bed offering only the briefest of touches in recognition of what was to come.
Suddenly, without warning, I felt extra weight added to the bed then the sensation of something deliciously warm and wet being pressed against my mouth. Both inside and out, I shuddered with pleasure as my unknown mistress gently rubbed her shaven pussy over my lips and brushing against my nose.
“Tongue” came the command. Simple and to the point. This was going to be good, I thought as I brought my tongue to bear against her, savouring the flavour as she built speed and grabbed my hair, pulling me deeper into her.
The rush of blood to my cock was intense, bringing a hardness that I rarely experienced and a throbbing that grew to be unbearable. I fought against my restraints, every fibre of my being desperate to break free and take control, to grasp her and take her hard but, I was powerless to do so as she issued gasps of pleasure from her riding.
I could hear the smile in her voice as she said “you’re mine now, bitch, and I will take my pleasure from you. Only if you are very good will you get anything in return”. Inwardly cursing and blessing her at the same time, I increased my efforts, seemingly trying to devour this stranger on my face, eliciting only further gasps and moans as I continued about my work.
Abruptly, she stopped her grinding and climbed away from me and my now dripping face. Silent and still as though admiring her handiwork, she stood for what seemed an eternity.
From nowhere and with only the quietest of whooshing sounds there was a crack and the most blissful sense of pain as something struck my cock again and again. Hard enough to bring a grunt from my mouth but gentle enough to have been issued with a loving malice.
She alternated between whipping my still throbbing cock and my torso, my chest, my arms and my legs, pausing only to hover her mouth just over mine and whispering “you were good, but I was expecting better.” the heat and scent of her breath on my face only serving to send my desire to have her soaring.
Sensing my need, she began to run her whip up and down the length of me, dancing it around the tip and giving the faintest of slaps against my balls. It was excruciating, not the pain but the need to act whilst powerless to do so.
It continued like this for what seemed like hours. She’d find ever inventive ways to drive my need higher and higher. Lying next to me on the bed, running her gloved hands over my body, pleasuring herself with a dildo whilst her face lay next to mine, hearing her moan and quiver with self induced pleasure, a pleasure that I desired badly to induce in her myself.
All throughout my cock remained hard and throbbing, desperate for the attention I craved.
Then it came, I felt her breath on me and knew that this was the time, it was my turn. The rush of excitement flew through me, almost as strong as my strongest orgasm. The faint pressure of her lips on me and the sensation of her hand cradling my balls was too much and my sweet release came long before I wanted it to but it came hard and fast, a scream of pleasure bursting forth from my lips as I felt my own juices flowing onto my leg and down onto the bed.
"never mind, sweetheart" she said sarcastically "maybe next time you'll do better".
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