Delectable Deviants

Her sight stolen, any hope of escape raw and gnawing ladders in her thighs, her ankles, sore against her wrists. His forceful hand holding her down. The feeling he might smother her if she’s not perfectly still. Dare she moan too loudly. Would it get to the point where she couldn’t help it? Her cunt tingled.

A friend had clued her in to these secret get togethers. When she arrived she was blindfolded. She had no idea who the man was whose cock was thrusting inside her, but she could tell he was powerful, lustrous - and his length making her fucking melt. He’s done this before, numerous times. he knew how to fuck - and that in itself was a huge turn on. None of those pathetic little fucks she’d dated of late. This was without remorse, pure fucking lust - and that sensuous rocked through her.

When his hand struck her backside, she couldn’t help but scream. Delight? Pain? Shock? All of them. “Shut up”, he seethed and fucked her harder. She was used to dishing out the orders at work, but here she knew she should do as she was told.

She wondered where her friend was. If she was watching. There was a certain attraction between them as colleagues, very much unspoken, but the thought of her having lifted her skirt and fingerfucking was divine. Perhaps another man had his tongue buried in her cunt. Perhaps she was doing something that was ever more deviant still.

She had no idea what was happening with the other peoplem - but as she fo0cussed beyond her own boundaries she could hear their moans, cries, pleasures and screams of pain… and a realisation that no-one knew she was here. What if she couldn’t escape.

Each contrast tumbled and asked questions. Spoke of panic, of pleasure - and the clusterbomb of all these things coming together in just how fucking turned on she was. Enough to buck her hips back against her mysterious assailant. to challenge him with language of her own. She begged him to hit her harder. Fucker her deeper. Cum all over her.

She heard him laugh with delight - and then take her with much more fervour. matching her language with his. Taking her deeper. As she surrendered to the ink that was once her vision and got closer and closer to climax.. wondering as to just where he would choose to bury his sin.

(via secret-kiss)