Free Sex Tool by Elise Hepner Page B

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cane over his perky ass. It hit the air with a sting. A red mark formed along
his right ass cheek. His shoulders sagged, cock bobbing, but he made no sound
as I laid another blow. How admirable. Several more swift marks criss-crossed
his dimpled ass. I could almost taste his sweaty musk on my tongue as I laid
another blow along his lower back. He seemed to derive more pleasure than pain
from my treatment. I had already begun to rub my clit over my silken panties
after every line. My damp arousal made the cane slick.
    “Get up and follow me on your hands
and knees.”
    I didn't wait to see if he complied. I
left him to crawl through my articles of clothing as they were shed behind me.
I could hear his hungry pants, cock brushing the floor as I mounted the solid
wooden stairs.
    I had it waiting. My newest piece of
“equipment” stood in the corner flocked by torn shadows from the purple lights
I had installed last year. No dungeon crap. I wanted violet light to rock my
world. I watched him descend before bringing out the wooden cross I would strap
him too. His face grew pale tinged with purple, like bruising up the
cheekbones.
    “Come here.” One crooked finger and he
was mine.
    Naked, my cunt exposed to the cool air
from the vent shafts above, my thighs sticky with my own juices. His head
positioned at the opening of my cunt, licking along the curves of my cleft.
    “Deeper.” My hands on his neck pulling
him in further toward my parted legs.
    Warmth and pressure dipping into my
pussy with the shove of his tongue. My legs shook, liquid pools rooted to the
cement. Nibbles at my stinging clit, thirsty thrusts up towards my hole a new,
sweet slickness darting in my skin. Pleasure built in the curl of my toes
jumping from weak knees and crawling out on fingernails which gripped his neck.
My back arched holding on for my sanity as my fuzzy mind wrapped around the
orgasm that consumed from my stomach outwards in flashes of light that left my
eyes tilting towards the back of my skull.
    “Stop, stop.” I lost the edge of
command as I regained my balance and composure. Grateful that I had shed my
formal skin as my cum soaked his chin and neck. My cunt tingled and I was heady
from the first encounter.
    My puppy was still in the proper
position after his efforts. The masculine curve of his chest heaved, waxed, and
luminescent with sweat. He reeked of me. The cock between his slim thighs
responded to the brushing of my toes. A hiss of breathe, brown eyes wide to
meet my own, searching, chasing, hoping.
    “Get up and stand over by the wooden
cross.”
    “Yes, mistress” low voice reverberated
in need.
    He did what he was told. I bound him
with silver rope gliding through my hands. A whimper at the candle wax dotting
his body. Now the sears on him weren't enough. I gripped his cock, several
strokes down the engorged silk softness before I plunged my purple lubed
strap-on into that pert ass.
    The groan echoed across the walls and
my head hummed with the sound. My hands buffered into the meat of his
shoulders. A gasp, a sigh from his lips at each insistent thrust of my hips
going deeper. The give of his succulent sphincter as the vibrator at the base
of my fake cock rammed into my cunt making it clench. Bucking in his bindings,
pools of sweat and cooling wax at his back, growling with deep pleasure and
grunts for more.
    My breasts smacked against each other
as our smells mingled, sweet and sour, lick-able from the air. I felt and
watched as my fake cock glided in and out with the panting from his lips and I
dipped to rub the swell of his dick. A quick fondling at the head before rough
nails downward on the shaft. I could feel him quake, my thighs taunt, purple
plastic buzzing and brushing up against my nether lips making me cum. Vision
phasing, heart still pumping with my hips and his insistent moans. Earth
shattering give and take of his ass and my phallic falseness, my window of
opportunity fully seized.
    Warm, thick semen