Karrin (One fan's fiction)

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She wondered, as she crouched, feral-like and naked overtop of him, whether the moisture seeping from her cunt might wind up dripping down upon his back, thereby giving the game away too soon. She was horny enough to do things that were most unbecoming for one presuming control, but some bodily functions were easier to master than others - short of engaging in a diaper fetish, that is. And that was not for now. Right now, there were things to feel, and people to do. Spoil the rod and spare the ceremony.

She idly considered just flipping him over now and spearing herself on his undoubtedly rock-hard prick, but thought maybe it would be better to savor anticipation by continuing to hold off as long as possible. No sense blowing a good thing too soon. She reached under him just to make sure her suspicion was correct, though. It was. From the base of his taut, clamped balls to his throbbing glans, this boy was ready to burst at the slightest provocation.

Best not to fondle too long, then. A long night, like his stiff cock, stretched beneath them.

My, she’d made a mess of his back! Only a little blood leaked from inside the scratch marks she had made earlier on his well-developed shoulders, though. Can’t blame a girl for being enthusiastic. And he certainly wouldn’t complain. He wouldn’t dare.

If he knew what was good for him, that is.

And he did. Though he wasn’t as obsequious as some she’d encountered over the years, he seemed keen to please. And he had a GREAT ass, attached to an equally well-toned body, making up for a LOT of sins she would otherwise be less than forgiving of.

Testing the knots that bound his wrists to the headboard, she lowered her slick and slippery cunt so that it mashed against the small of his back. The tiny hairs at the base of his spine tickled her ass as she rubbed against him, sending shivers down her spine. Maybe she’d just take a moment to savor the sensation. It wasn’t often she allowed herself the luxury of unbridled pleasure – certainly not when a man was this close.

Being unobserved helped, though. So it was a good thing he was blindfolded. For him to see the excitement in her stiff nipples would have been too much of a give-away, and would likely have encouraged him to blow his wad much sooner than she would allow. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing, though. Just to see him lose control, so she could exact a suitable punishment.

Theirs was a two-way street. He liked infliction; she liked inflicting. Whatever the outcome. Life was good.

The knots at his wrist were taut, digging firmly but not too deeply into his flesh. And, unlike the scars he would have on his back, the rope burns could be covered with a wrist watch or bracelet, should he choose to conceal them. She smiled to herself, wondering which option he would choose.

We doing okay, there? she enquired patronizingly. Mmmfffhh, he drooled from around the ball gag in his mouth.

Good boy.

Leaning back, her cheeks parted slightly against the half of the double-ended dildo protruding from his ass. She’d almost forgotten about it. Time to give it a bit more attention. Twisting her body, she gripped the exposed end with her left hand and stroked its slick and slippery length. Applying increasing pressure, she eased more of it between his cheeks. Slowly she pulled it out, then back in, repeating the motion a few times for good measure. She could tell he was enjoying this - a little too much, actually, by the clenching of his cheeks. So enough of that. Although she certainly didn’t mind giving, she expected to ‘get’ in return.

But therein lay the problem. Being tied up at the moment, he was hardly in a position to do much more than receive – an entirely disproportionate situation, to her mind. What to do, what to do, she wondered, as the glans on the faux fucker winked at him from just above her fist. Getting caught up in introspection, her enthusiasm for ass masturbation had pretty much petered out.

And then it came to her, as she re-focused on the plastic prick that was sticking out obscenely from the wrong end of his anatomy.

Needing no additional lubrication, she sidled her cheeks up to the lonely and neglected half-phallus. Oh, it certainly wasn’t as good as the real thing, something that was always hot and pulsating. But it would do under the circumstances – do very well, she thought, as it slipped from sight between her own pair of bigger lips. And the fact that her weight might actually be causing his member some grief as she pounded down upon his ass with hers seemed to matter little in comparison to the pleasure she derived from riding him as he rode her (albeit backwards).

She did leave a mess, when all was said and done, over and around the area of her pummeling. At that point, the jig was pretty much up, though. The sticky, white pool underneath him, she noticed as she dismounted, suggested that his discomfort wasn’t entirely without some gain on his part, however. So it appeared they were even.

She’d have to correct that, in time. After she’d had a shower and gotten cleaned up. Then she might return and tend to him.

Maybe she’d have a spot of tea first.