Sunday, October 12, 2008

Bondage Fantasy, Part 5

Breath, in, out, in out. The aftershocks are ripping through me.

before I can recover, the hands are on me again, are they different? they feel different. One palm, laid flat on my stomach, pressing down. More fingers slide in me. The pressure is so great, I can hardly stand it. The weight of him pushing down, his fingers pushing up, pressing on my gspot. So exposed, the pleasure is so intense. I feel it building inside me again. My juices sliding around his fingers, run down my ass, soaking into the bed. I cry out again and again as the orgasms rip through me, one after another. 4 or 5 or 20 I just don't know. They won't stop coming.

My lungs desperately trying to get air, my chest is heaving with the effort, my heart pounding.

Suddenly it's gone, as if he was never there. As my system tries to recover from the last assault. A tongue starts to gently test my clit, a different mouth covers each breast, teasing each nipple hard. A mouth covers mine. Working my lips open, slipping his tongue inside, teasing, tempting. Swallowing my sighs of satisfaction. The mouth on my clit starts to tease more, nipping just enough to make me squirm.

I hear a small rip, and the mouth on my clit dissapears and is replaced by the head of a condom sheathed cock. It nuzzles my clit and settles on the opening to my pussy. Teasing, waiting.

Achingly slow, the cock slides into me. It's smaller, not little, not big. When it gets all the way in, the head of his cock runs right over my gpot. Like magic, every move he makes rubs me, I start cumming in rapid succession as he moves in me, slowly and then harder and harder. he drops his head to my left breast, suckling and fucking me. The sensations are so overwhelming. My body is writhing below him. The weight of him on me is amazing. I'm not only tied down but held down by his strength. Just when I think I've had enough, he speeds up and builds a huge orgasm, my body on fire, sometimes I'm screaming, sometimes I can't breath at all. It's so intense I can feel the tears running down my face. It rips me in two. Collapsing with him, my pussy squirting around his cock, his cock pulsing within me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

4 and 5 I think are both quite good. As a reader I'm enjoying the mystery of what's going to come next, but I'm somewhat distracted by not being able to "hear" what the protagonist is hearing... in part four when she hears "laughter and footsteps," how many different voices laughing does she hear? Are they all male, or some female (getting back to Ninian's point)? Also, what does she SMELL, since she has no sight?

I'm still very much enjoying the sensory descriptions. The pacing is good, the mood is good...I could stand to "hear/read" more internal monologue from our victim-girl--though obviously not during her orgasms, hee hee...

Keep it going!