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Drifting Desire – Part 13

My hands have been massaging your butt, while pulling you into my mouth, throat. I’m ready to up the ante now. One hand comes back around to massage your balls, so tightly drawn up, they’re impossible to really grab hold of. I gather all the slobbered juice running down your cock to lubricate your sack. My other hand snakes evilly down your crack from behind.

I tighten the suction on your cock and maintain a steady plunging rhythm that thrusts your shaft, again and again, into the top of my throat. I hear you gasping for breath. Your moans raising in pitch. Your hips are thrust so far forward your back strains to hold the curve. The shelving unit is shuddering behind you, but your hands remain clamped to the structure as commanded. Best, best sex toy I’ve ever had, I think smugly.

I feel it in your cock first. The head swells to completely block my throat, I cough and struggle to keep up the rhythm, juice running everywhere. Your scrotum, already so drawn up, it has almost disappeared, ripples in waves.

Your hips stop suddenly. Your coarse gulps for air combining into one long hoarse groaning, “Please Goddess let me cum now!” Your hips swivel once, then once more. The cum boils up from where its been trapped so long, teeming out to run straight down my throat. As the orgasm lightens, your climax continues to wring spurts from your depths.

Breathlessly, you repeat, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Completely empty, exhausted, and relieved, finally, you pull your over-sensitive penis from my mouth. I stand up and pull your biceps down, massaging the cramps out once again. Jesus, that was addictive, I think to myself. Should that worry me?

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So, another steaming fantasy comes to a crushing conclusion, maybe now I can get some fucking work done. But I take another stolen moment to reflect. Should I really resist the deliciously right feeling of acting out my bitchy side with you? Will I resist forever? Can I resist, forever? Or will I have you as my pet soon??

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Ultimate Tease and Denial – Part 2

My guest of honor; my lover; arrives letting in a gust of snowy breeze.  I can hear his gasp as he catches sight of me bent over lighting the candle next to the bed. So I turn around and look at him over my shoulder.  “Welcome home baby”, I say with a wicked grin.  I sashay over to him and tilt my head up for a kiss as I remove his coat.  I toss it in the closet then turn to rake the tips of my red fingernails down his chest…  I’m tempted to just keep raking down and grab him by the balls to drag him with me to the bedroom.  But I’m not impatient.  I can wait for things to get rough.

I’ve got some party favors laid out on the bed, and I can see him glancing at them as we get closer.  “Oh yeah big boy, those are all for you”.  I put my hand against his chest to stop him where he stands and then I turn around.  I spread my legs a little wider then bend over a little bit so I can wiggle my ass on his crotch…god I love fucking with him like that.  He groans a little as I gyrate on him to the beat of the music.

I don’t wanna get him too excited too quickly.  So I straighten up and turn around to take his shirt off so I can rub my hands up & down & play with his nipples. Now it’s time for me to remove his pants.  I drop into a squat so that I’m eye level with the snap & zipper.  I’ve thought about sharing my talent of being able to open them with my teeth ~ no hands.  But he seems to be mesmerized by the longblood-red fingernails tonight.  So I just unbutton it with my hands instead.  Teasing inside with one finger while I unzip them.

“Oh my you’ve got a big load in there for me baby”, I say with a coy look in my eye as I glance up at him and stand up.  I instruct him to step out of the pants and go lay on the bed.  When he gets comfy, I take the leather wrist restraints and buckle them on him, hooking them together around the rail of the headboard.  I thought about blindfolding him like I did a few months back.  But part of his torture tonight is making him watch everything he can’t touch or have.

… to be continued…

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