Delectable Deviants

Her hands bound tightly behind her back. Blindfolded. Legs spread and kneeling and told “to be perfectly still for Sir” as he lay underneath her, his lift fucking up hard into her.

Her wrists were sore even as she tried not to wriggle, but Sir’s cock was sending shivers through her. Touching exactly the right places. Teasing and grazing against her g-spot. Thrusting deep into her hot cunt.

As she got more lustrous, Sir told her to “Shush” .. and then his finger, or was it his thumb began brushing over her clit. She was not to move. Not to speak, but it was becoming harder and harder to control herself. Harder even to fucking breathe. but she was a good girl. She must try.

Then the moment hit and she started to cum against his cock. She tried to bite upon her lip. Force her mouth closed, but Sir fucked her harder. his tease against her clit more pressured, faster.

And then ..

Then she heard something from the other side of the room. Someone was watching her, them. It got up and she could hear his should against the hard wooden floorbo0ards, slowly making it’s [his?] way towards her.

Terror and danger flooded through her, her orgasm kicked into a higher degree, she helped, convulsed harder aginst sir’s cock, tried to quieten herself further, but just fucking couldn’t.

until the mystery finger placed hands gently around her throat. She’d never climaxed like this. Sir was teasing and fucking her even more fervently - and then the mystery figure started to tighten his hands around her throat and spoke …

“He told you to shush”

She cane harder, she fought for air, she fought to let out all the repressed cried of Sir’s fuck, the sheer fucking excitement, as her orgasm continued to intensify. 

Who was this? What was the game? had she really been that naughty and ..

Fuuuck!

She’d never ever cum this hard. Felt anything like this before. 

Everything vanilla fading truly into her past. She was owned. She was his. 

(via themostdangerousplaything)