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His cock rose like a tent-pole from below. She certainly didn’t look too uncomfortable, suspended above him, but he still wondered. Would chafing from the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles cause her to give in before they were done?
He hoped not.
He flashed momentarily to Da Vinci’s ‘Vitruvian Man’, while looking up at her. Was the way she was spread-eagled like this intentionally sexually –sacreligious, or mere coincidence?
Idle curiosity; hardly relevant. Reaching up and placing his arms around her waist, he pulled her toward him. Sticking his tongue out, he began flicking at her taut, perky nipples. She moaned softly through the ball gag as he started nibbling at her bumpy areolas with increasing intensity. Was that the sound of her ‘safe word’ he heard through the drooling, when he began chewing her right tit in earnest?
If not, it would come soon enough. Biting both tits in great gulps, her tum was almost touching his now, his cock grazing at her midriff.
Ripping off the ball gag, he heard her gasp with relief – though whether it was because she could breathe more easily or because he’d stopped savaging her breast, she wasn’t saying.
She would need permission in order to do that.
Releasing her from his arms, the elasticized rope caused her to spring up suddenly. He wondered what the feeling of semi-weightlessness felt like. In some ways, he envied her.
It was he who had to do all the work.
All she had to do was hang around.
Aah, the bane of the Master, he mused while dipping his fist into a bucket of lube. The slimy-sticky sensation caused him to harden, wondering for a moment whether he shouldn’t at least relieve himself in her mouth first. But, no, he thought, smearing the gel up to his elbow: what he really wanted to feel was her entrails.
He could rape her mouth afterward.
Such a fine ass, he thought with admiration, standing between her legs now with a cock that was fit to burst just from looking at her two gaping entrances. Could he contain himself long enough to ream her to satisfaction?
Only time would tell.
Oh, how warm her cheeks felt as he nuzzled his knuckles at the crest! So round, so soft – one day he would bury his head inside, eating and sucking up her juices as he went. Ooh, she moaned – AAH, as two, then three, then most of his cupped hand slowly began spreading her apart. Oh, if only he could fuck her cunt at the same time! How delicious that would be.
He could tell she was in some discomfort now that he was inside her up to his wrist but, trooper that she was, she still hadn’t said a word. Most importantly, she hadn’t said ‘the word’. Going on his knees to get better leverage, he balanced one of her legs over his shoulder. Gripping her twat with his free hand, he began roughly scratching at her slick and slippery lips. Now that his hand was fully insider her, he wriggled his fingers.
‘My god!’ she screamed.
Yes, he was.
Starting, ever so slowly, to pump her ass with his fist now, she gasped in sync with his pumping. Reaching out and grasping a tit, he started pulling and squeezing like a farmer milked a cow – only much, much rougher.
While swinging her back and forth, between pumping her ass and kneading her tit, more
and more of his arm became swallowed up by her ass with every pass. He stopped just
short of needing to put more lubricant above his forearm, though, for her cries of orgasmic pleasure shook the room just as her cheeks began slapping his elbow.
Slowly extracting his arm, the coolness of the air seemed to suck away the warmth that her ass had coated him in. Coming around to where her head hung limp, he lifted her chin, kissing her deeply. She sucked on his tongue greedily, still gasping.
‘Good for you?’ he asked, cutting her loose from the restraints with the hand that was still slick with her juices.
‘mmmfff’ was all she was capable of saying, as a tear trickled down from her eye.
His cock rose like a tent-pole from below. She certainly didn’t look too uncomfortable, suspended above him, but he still wondered. Would chafing from the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles cause her to give in before they were done?
He hoped not.
He flashed momentarily to Da Vinci’s ‘Vitruvian Man’, while looking up at her. Was the way she was spread-eagled like this intentionally sexually –sacreligious, or mere coincidence?
Idle curiosity; hardly relevant. Reaching up and placing his arms around her waist, he pulled her toward him. Sticking his tongue out, he began flicking at her taut, perky nipples. She moaned softly through the ball gag as he started nibbling at her bumpy areolas with increasing intensity. Was that the sound of her ‘safe word’ he heard through the drooling, when he began chewing her right tit in earnest?
If not, it would come soon enough. Biting both tits in great gulps, her tum was almost touching his now, his cock grazing at her midriff.
Ripping off the ball gag, he heard her gasp with relief – though whether it was because she could breathe more easily or because he’d stopped savaging her breast, she wasn’t saying.
She would need permission in order to do that.
Releasing her from his arms, the elasticized rope caused her to spring up suddenly. He wondered what the feeling of semi-weightlessness felt like. In some ways, he envied her.
It was he who had to do all the work.
All she had to do was hang around.
Aah, the bane of the Master, he mused while dipping his fist into a bucket of lube. The slimy-sticky sensation caused him to harden, wondering for a moment whether he shouldn’t at least relieve himself in her mouth first. But, no, he thought, smearing the gel up to his elbow: what he really wanted to feel was her entrails.
He could rape her mouth afterward.
Such a fine ass, he thought with admiration, standing between her legs now with a cock that was fit to burst just from looking at her two gaping entrances. Could he contain himself long enough to ream her to satisfaction?
Only time would tell.
Oh, how warm her cheeks felt as he nuzzled his knuckles at the crest! So round, so soft – one day he would bury his head inside, eating and sucking up her juices as he went. Ooh, she moaned – AAH, as two, then three, then most of his cupped hand slowly began spreading her apart. Oh, if only he could fuck her cunt at the same time! How delicious that would be.
He could tell she was in some discomfort now that he was inside her up to his wrist but, trooper that she was, she still hadn’t said a word. Most importantly, she hadn’t said ‘the word’. Going on his knees to get better leverage, he balanced one of her legs over his shoulder. Gripping her twat with his free hand, he began roughly scratching at her slick and slippery lips. Now that his hand was fully insider her, he wriggled his fingers.
‘My god!’ she screamed.
Yes, he was.
Starting, ever so slowly, to pump her ass with his fist now, she gasped in sync with his pumping. Reaching out and grasping a tit, he started pulling and squeezing like a farmer milked a cow – only much, much rougher.
While swinging her back and forth, between pumping her ass and kneading her tit, more
and more of his arm became swallowed up by her ass with every pass. He stopped just
short of needing to put more lubricant above his forearm, though, for her cries of orgasmic pleasure shook the room just as her cheeks began slapping his elbow.
Slowly extracting his arm, the coolness of the air seemed to suck away the warmth that her ass had coated him in. Coming around to where her head hung limp, he lifted her chin, kissing her deeply. She sucked on his tongue greedily, still gasping.
‘Good for you?’ he asked, cutting her loose from the restraints with the hand that was still slick with her juices.
‘mmmfff’ was all she was capable of saying, as a tear trickled down from her eye.
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