Chapter 113 Personal S*xual puppet (7)

Chapter 113 Personal S*xual puppet (7)
  I was bound to the bed by handcuffs through the slats of the headboard. I heard the chains rattling around my ankles and my wrists.
  He took the blindfold off. I opened my eyes to see him completely naked between my legs on his knees. He straddled my chest and grabbed my hair to forcefully inject his salami between my lips.
  “There you go... take all of it and don’t leave anything behind. Those lips are made to give me pleasure. I’m kind of disappointed you don’t have a gag reflex. 
  It’s so much more fun when they struggle. No matter, the pleasure you are giving me outweighs any of the disappointment.” My mouth was stuffed full and my jaws were aching from the effort.
  He was making me swallow the growing arousal between his legs.
  Every inch felt the silky touch of my lips all the way across the sizzling surface of my tongue. He did skull fuck me and I was courteous enough not to bite him.
  “Remember, you were the one that asked for this and you only have yourself to blame. I do like a woman who knows what they’re doing. I might have to show pity on you and give you what you came for. A good pounding will make your eyes roll into the back of your head.” 
  He was leaving nothing to chance and whatever he was thinking he was making it into reality.
  His momentum picked up pace and the bed began to rock against the wall. The frame shook as he gave my mouth the full treatment of his thrusts. He bellowed and drove the pointed end of his manly spear into my throat. 
  I knew what was coming, but the storm was like lightning in a bottle.
  The warmth of his seed fired indiscriminately into my throat. I managed to push back to release him from my throat. He was looking down at me and I found myself wanting to please him. I primed his pump by curling my tongue around him.
  He finally finished giving me the shotgun blast of his orgasm. There was no random act of kindness. He had devised a foolproof plan to make me squirm in orgasmic bliss.
  “I’m going to give you credit for keeping me hard. To be honest, I don’t think anything would have been able to ruin this moment for me.” It was on with the show and nothing was going to deter him, not even the chains around my ankles.
  “I want you to give it to me. Your cock is demanding the worship of my hole. I want you to fill me up until there’s no room for anything else. You have the equipment and the salacious desire to fulfill my needs.” He unlocked the chains from around my ankles and flipped my legs over my head.
   My feet were practically touching my ears and he was opening me up with his thumbs on either side of the lips.
   I was a bubbling cauldron of sexuality. He was getting ready to pile drive his excitement into me. His arms were holding his weight in the air.
  He kissed my forehead in a loving gesture, but there was nothing remotely gentle about the way that he dropped the hammer. He was balls deep and had bottomed out within seconds of his initial penetration.
  “Yes... I can’t believe I have waited for this all of my life. Give me the fucking that will make my legs shake. Pound that little hole into submission. Make me cum multiple times on your fuck stick.” He was laying down his pipe and plumbing my depths with long and determined strokes.
  “This is one of the tightest holes I have ever fucked. I know this is what you wanted in the showers. Can you feel me deep inside of you? Do you know the clock is ticking on how long I’m going to be in town? I’m going to take full advantage of you while you are available to me.” The slapping sounds of our flesh were an aphrodisiac feeding us both the proper incentive to drive each other wild.
  “The piece of hardware between your legs is made to make me cum. I’m a willing cock loving bitch and I know my place is to please you.” I was getting what I deserved and he was going to make it impossible to walk steadily on my 2-feet after we were done.
  I didn’t want him to take it away from me. I was bowing down to the one I served. He knew exactly how to fuck me. 
  His shaft was easily rubbing the pleasure center of my clit. I knew he was doing it on purpose to strike a match to what had already become a blaze between my legs.
  “I want to take you from behind.” My arms became crossed with him on his feet plowing me like there was no tomorrow. 
  “This is exactly the way you should be every time we are together. There should never be one moment where I’m not fucking you into the firmness of this mattress.” 
  My upper half was flattened against the mattress with his hands keeping me in the perfect position to plug me solid with his man meat.
   “I’m cumming again...it’s stronger than the first one. I’m not even sure how that’s possible. You do know my body better than I...I...DOOOOO.” I had him firmly in the glove of my sexuality.
  The hard and demanding smacks against me over and over again brought me to the horizon of a shattering orgasm. He was still fucking me, using my body for his own pleasure and the lingering flames of my release were prolonged a little while longer.
  “You’re going to take everything I give you. I’m going to make sure you walk out of this room knowing you’ve been fucked better than any man you have ever been with.” He was a machine and he was unparalleled, the best lover I had ever had.
  I knew he was going to blow his load and the echo of his hand coming down on top of me was enough to make me quiver in his embrace. 
  The bucket load of cream filled me until it was dripping back out around the length of his impaling weapon.
  I didn’t walk out of there until 3-hours later.
  I kept my distance for the next few days until I was certain I could be safe talking to him in the same room. 
  He tried to initiate more than that one time, but I had the good sense to say no. He left town and I never did see him again. I was now what most people would call a switch. I could be dominant, but I could also let someone have the control.
  It really did depend on my mood. I had found another aspect of my sexuality to explore. To submit didn’t mean I was weak minded.
  I found out I was pregnant and I was going to raise the child on my own. Quinn had already moved onto another flavor of the month. He had given me more than I bargained for. I had no regrets.