woke up with a boner fantasizing about you.
....
One of these days, we'll be enjoying our night together when you'll start feeling a little strange. Not bad, but just... strange. I'll be waiting for the change in demeanor, waiting for the opportunity to hold your hands above your head and let my fingers explore your gently perspiring body. You might ask what's happening, but I'll just smile and whisper, "Shhhh... relax," as I take an ear lobe between my lips. You'll gasp and unconsciously move your hips forward as a cloud inundates your mind, setting off alarm bells that I dismantle or amplify as I please, one by one. Maybe I'll secure your hands to the straps at the corners of the bed, leaving your upper body as exposed and vulnerable as your mind, as a glazed smile creeps over your lips and your heart starts beating a little faster. I'll kiss your neck and loom over you, making sure you can feel what's between my legs and a hint at where the night is going.
You'll feel a little trapped beneath my weight, your vision dancing with distraction when you feel energy enough to keep your eyes open. "Wait..." you'll protest in a soft voice, the drug coursing through your veins and overwhelming your senses, but I'll ignore you and take your rounds breasts in my hand, weighing them, squeezing them, looking into your eyes with a predatory grin on my face. If I untie your hands, you might have a chance to really start struggling, so instead, I'll use a pair of scissors to cut your top off, the cold metal as much a shock to your system as the gleam of the sharp blade and the almost evil smile that twists my mouth. With your breasts free, I'll slap and knead and pinch them as I want, not even looking at your face for a gauge on your pain tolerance.
Your body is mine and I plan on using it that way.
You might struggle when I begin peeling your jeans off, but it'll be futile. I'm stronger than you sober, and in this state, you can hardly form a coherent thought, much less push a grown man off of you. Besides, your panties will be a swamp by the time I toss the denim on your floor. The cool air invading your legs will send a delightful shiver down your spine as another wave of danger makes you instinctively clamp your legs shut. It's no use. I pry them apart, giving your inner thighs a few swats before putting a hand on your throat. "Don't you make a fucking sound, understand me?" Your eyes will go wide with fear and you'll writhe even more, but I'll close off your wind pipe with a carefully measured pressure and rip the soaked cotton from between your legs, stuffing your mouth with it. "See what a little slut you are? We both know you want this." The shame will wash over you as you taste the pungent arousal on your tongue. Your lack of any sort of cogent response will elicit a slap to the face, "Good girl."
You'll have almost given up at this point, and it will be a mere formality to tie your ankles down, leaving your slick pussy exposed and unattended, the heat everywhere else on your body feeling like a refrigerator compared to what's between your legs. I'll kiss your inner thighs, smelling your desire, intoxicated by it, enjoying my dominion over you not just in a physical sense, but, as I run a tongue over your slit as gently as a feather, tasting your sticky juices, clearly a psychological one as well. Your moans, muffled as they may be, might be a little loud, so I'll turn on some music. "No one will hear you, slut. I fucking own you and I'm going to do everything I want to you, whether you like it or not." I'll deliver another open-handed strike to your cheek, burying my face between your legs again. I'll lap up the embarrassing amount of arousal there, spreading apart your lips and getting further, centimeter by centimeter, into your cunny. By the time I'm exploring it as deeply as I can, you'll be able to feel my nose against your throbbing clit and my facial hair tickling your inner thighs.
Eventually, I'll tease a finger at your opening, ignoring the almost steady stream of noise coming from your throat. One digit inside, then another. Your hips will move, but my fingers will be pressed right against your g spot without any real resistance. I'll continue applying a steady assault to your engorged clit, letting you grind against my hand and feel more and more shame about it each time. Violated, used, almost humiliated... but you'll love every second of it because of the substance in your bloodstream. I'll exploit that exact feeling of guilty surrender as I hardly move my fingers, letting you do the work as my tongue flickers over your clit mercilessly.
Your climax will come inevitably, but it will be overwhelming nonetheless. You'll close your eyes as your vision begins to blur and begin bucking your hips, aching for a reprieve to the sensation overload. I'll feel your walls clenching around my digits and pump away with no regard, letting one orgasm roll into another as you can hardly catch your breath with the drenched cotton stuffed in your mouth and sweat forming at your brow. Once I feel like take a break, I might finally let you gather yourself for a moment, trying to make sense of this reality in which you've let someone drug you and take advantage of you in every conceivable way... yet you've never felt better.
You'll hardly notice the sound of my zipper or any part of me removing my clothes until the feeling of my wet cock head intrudes your mind, the persistent tapping on your swollen clit making you shiver each time. Even if you could resist at this point, you wouldn't. Your brain fried, your muscles achy, your resolve totally gone, you'd beg for me to enter you if you could talk. And I would. Slowly, inch my inch, you'd feel me penetrate you. It's always a little longer than you think it is, even though you've felt it dozens of times before. With each thrust, your breasts will shake. You'll try to look at me, but your eyes have the irresistible desire to roll back into your head and you're too far gone to stop them. You'll just lie there, accepting your reality and appreciating the ebb and flow not just of my body, but of your almost rhythmic climaxes, too distracted to be ashamed at how easily you're cumming. Before you even realize it, my body will be tensing up and you'll feel my cock twitch, spurting a jet of cum into you. Despite your body temperature, you'll feel the hot liquid inside of you, filling you up. Maybe twice. Maybe three times, making a mess of your sheets already soaked with sweat.
By the time I pull out, you'll be aching to have me back, feeling not just full when I'm inside you, but... complete. I'll clean myself up, regarding you only when I'm dried off. I might untie you and take the makeshift gag from your mouth, or I might just leave you there until morning so I can violate you again. You think you might even be able to get used to it, as my cum slides out of you drip my drip.
Submitted October 17, 2017 at 08:46PM by AlexAndRachelGetBusy http://ift.tt/2ysNAaV BDSMerotica
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