To my Bella,
Happy Birthday sweetheart!!!
Your Chicito.
Because She Dabbles Meticulously
(Actual title not really applicable.)
Consciousness started to slowly swim back into Karen's mind, she opened her eyes only to see the dim light through the thin red fabric over her eyes. As she tried to reach up to take fabric away, her wrist is met with a strong resistance. A gasp escapes her lips as the memories of the night before, and the sensations of her surrounding slowly creep back in, realizing her current position as a smirk plays at her lips.
“Dave?” She calls out in a husky voice, her voice hurting from all the screaming the night before. “Oh god, you had better not have just left me here.” Tugging at her restraints, unable to break them. She tests each one, grinning as she cannot pull her arms to cover her, nor spread her legs out. Just the thought of how spread and open she is to whoever would walk in elicits a moan to escape her throat. Feeling her pussy start to heat up, her thighs starting to ache as the arousal spreads through her body. A sudden, soft breeze flows over her body, traveling up her legs. Arching her back as the cool air moves over her stomach, up between her breasts. Her nipples stiffen as she presses her chest into the air, lifting her hips from the mattress, another low moan escaping her lips.
“Are you having fun fucking absolutely nothing?” A low voice enters her ear. Karen jerks, pulling at every restraint, letting out a scream.
“FUCK you, David! You just scared the shit out of me!” her heart racing, just the presence of him in the room making her pussy quiver for him.
“I can tell.” The sound of his evil laughter making her whimper, turning her head toward the direction of his voice. She throws her head back with a sudden gasp as the feeling of his hands caress her thighs, his nails digging into her skin lightly, dragging down her legs. “But don't let that stop you.”
Not being able to do much in retaliation, she moans softly as his hands wander her legs. She mentally begs his hands further up with each pass, disappointed each time, her mind willing him to use her. She growls in protest when his hands move up around her hips, trailing up her sides, shaking lightly as his fingers tickle her, biting her lip to hold in the laughter. Again with a moan as he lightly caresses her breasts, cupping and massaging gently.
“Be rough, abuse me like you did last night... Please?” she begs in a whisper. She is answered only by a sharp pain in her nipples. Letting out a confused squeal of delight, swearing his hands never left her body, she jerks lightly at the beautiful pain. “Yesss!” she hisses. She writhes as more confusion settles over her as his hands never leave her breasts, playing softly at whatever the hell is clamped to her now sore nipples. This continuing, another sensation coming from her thighs, something cool and hard. Her eyes widen behind the blind as her mind wraps around what it is, but it is too late. The object enters her slowly, the sheer width of it spreading her wide.
“Oh... OH.. OH GODDDDD!!!” she moans out as her head falls back, her hips rising to take more of it into her dripping sex. Her mind and body become flooded with pleasure as the object penetrates her relentlessly, her pussy stretching around the invader. Thrashing lightly at her binds, her hips pushing up further, wanting more of it inside her, she claws at the air. More and more of this unknown phallus fills her, her pussy reacting to the penetration by leaking her juices all over it.
“Well, I knew you would like it, but not this much... Do you want faster yet?” His words almost lost on her as she fights to stay sane, the absolutely full feeling flooding her mind.
“F... Faster?” The question catching her off guard, as she still feels his hands massaging her chest, only now starting to move lower on her body. The object finally collides with her cervix, resting and staying stationary, making her groan, her hips moving on their own. Crying out softly, wanting it to move again, “YES!!! MAKE IT FUCK ME!!”
“As you wish.” his velvet voice washes over her as the object moves back. She groans as it exits her, pulling again, futilely, as she feels her pussy actually grope for it, the sudden empty feeling causing her to panic slightly.
“No no no!! Put it back! I waaaaa-oooooOOOOHHH!” her plea cut short as she feels it invade once more, this time faster, penetrating without any remorse. As fast as it was there, it was gone again, leaving her to catch her breath, trying to relax, waiting for another thrust. Just like clock work, it was back once more, faster still. Whatever it was, she loved it, loved how it filled her, stretched her wanting pussy.
In and out, accelerating to the point where she is unable to differentiate between it entering and leaving. Her hips wild, her body shaking, she suddenly becomes painfully aware how bad her clit is aching. Again trying to reach down, only to be held back, she growls. The object fucking her feeling so sinfully delicious, but it's not enough. She wants to cum, she needs it, but is powerless to to make herself. Knowing this only makes the desire so much more.
Panting and moaning at every thrust, her mind playing tricks on her as she swears that there is yet another stimulation. Aside from David's hands over her body, whatever is clamped firmly to her nipples, and this glorious... machine?... that is fucking her, she feels something light and teasing over her clit. Not caring if it is real or not, she let's out a half moan, half scream at this new feeling, letting it wash over her body as she feels the slight approach of orgasm.
The sensation on her clit becomes more intense, and she shudders. Her mind starts to blend the feelings, her mouth opening and drawing in a sharp breath. She goes to scream as the fire of her climax builds in her womb, spreading through her body slowly, threatening it's inevitable release, however no sound escapes. She feels herself loosing control of her body, her arms pulling at the restraints on their own. She kick her legs slightly, only to have them held back. A shrill scream reaches her ears, and before she realizes that it is her own voice, her body explodes.
The pleasure races through her body, as she thrashes against the unrelenting abuse, her muscles pulsing in every part of her body. The wonderful agony sweeps through her mind, as it threatens to overload from the sensations. “FUCK FUCK!!!! GOD YESSS!!! OH YESSSSSS!” she screams, spasming as pure extacy quakes through her body.
Finally, the intensity begins to subside, her muscles aching, the object slowing with the fade of her climax. Sore and totally exhausted, she feels the object leave her... as well as every other sensation, the same breeze cooling her body, her heart still racing. She collapses against the mattress, catching her breath when she feels a pair of lips press against hers. Moaning, she kisses back, sucking on the presented tongue. After the kiss, she feels those heavenly lips move down her jawline, over her neck, and around her ear lobe, tugging lightly, bringing out an exhausted groan from her throat.
“I can't wait until you can return the favor, beautiful.” The soothing female voice is the last thing Karen hears before she slips back into unconsciousness.
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