A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex. Sky loves handballing – Part 2

A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex. Sky loves handballing – Part 2 . And a pleasure it was, my body was still trembling uncontrollably, and I experienced a brief moment of panic…what if I passed out and choked? But that thought evaporated as soon as her fist went back up my ass. She went knuckles first this time, the stinging bite against my ring sending searing pain up my spine, quickly followed by waves of orgasmic pleasure as her fist penetrated me deeply, thrusting up inside so hard and quick I expected it to come out my mouth. I came. I shook. My chains rattled. I screamed through my gag. My head shook, I choked, and spit flew from my mouth as I gagged and tasted bile.

Felt like I was going to explode

Cum dripped down over my legs from my pussy. My anus rippled and pulsed around her hand and wrist as she fist-fucked me. My Dom lost her cool for a moment and squealed with delight, before resuming fisting me. I rode the cum straight through into a second, then collapsed against my chains. She still didn’t let up and I felt like I was going to explode, all the pleasure in my body was going to come boiling out of me through every skin pore and orifice. I came a third time, I squirted like a fire-hose, all over her stocking-clad legs and expensive carpet. I felt like I left my body for a little while.

Sweat was pouring off my face

When I came back my body was trembling and I felt like I’d simultaneously shit half my body weight and run a marathon. I could barely hold myself upright. Sweat was pouring off my face onto the carpet with audible dripping noises. She was standing in front of me, removing my gag, holding her hand up to my mouth. Despite my tiredness, my body wanted to just curl into a ball and pass out, I eagerly extended my sore tongue and licked, drawing in the moisture to my mouth, savoring the taste of my ass juice and lube as I sucked her fingers and tongued her forearm clean. She smiled and gently patted my face ‘good whore,’ she said. ‘Good little cunt-bitch, and we’ve still got time to play some more.’ 

The pleasure she just gave me

She loosened the slack on my head chains and stood before me, legs spread, guiding my head into her cunt. I knew what to do. I’ve been licking cunt since I was fifteen. My tongue is pierced, and I’m an expert. She was shaved, delicious, and sopping wet. She twisted her hands in my hair and cooed ‘good whore, good little whore’ as I lapped away eagerly at my dominator delicious cunt, trying my best to repay her for the pleasure she just gave me.

I love squirters!

I doubt it was more than two minutes before her grip tightened, she grunted ‘oh,’ with a rising note on the end, she tensed, up on tiptoes, and then with a long, loud ‘AHHH!’ her body relaxed and her hot cunt juice flooded into my mouth. And kept flooding, into my mouth, out of my mouth, down my chin, onto the floor. I love squirters! She leaned forward, hands on my head, pushing it down, panting, while she recovered from her cum. I took the chance to relax my body a little as well. When she finally took a step back from me, she had composed herself again, and gave me yet another of those sexy smiles and said ‘you are well trained, aren’t you?.’

She seemed intent

I swallowed through my dry mouth and gasped out ‘yes ma’am, thank you for letting me taste your delicious cunt ma’am.’ Except for the squelching of her cunt and the noises my naked ass made rubbing against the leather of the chair. I was biting my lip to keep silent, but she wasn’t…this woman’s control was amazing and so fucking sexy. She seemed intent on coming with a ferocious determination. And she left me feeling the power of her words…I was a slave cunt, my body was just a lump of meat for her to use to orgasm. This was so sexy.

The harness came off

Her cum came in the same way, she tensed, seemed to lift up, go completely still for a second, and then bam! It came in a flood. She sat on top for a while, gently rocking herself on the dildo, before standing. ‘Stay,’ she told me, then busied herself taking the condom from my fake dick, together with my bra and panties, and throwing them into a wastebasket in the corner. Turning to me she said ‘stand,’ which I promptly did. She took the harness off me, acting as if I was just another inanimate object, then re-arranged the furniture, finally cleaning my sweat off the the leather of her chair with my school dress, which she bundled up with the other toys, saying ‘I’m keeping this, whore.’ 

Carpet stains become invisible

I just stood there in the living room, watching this all being done, waiting for her next command. Once everything looked exactly like it was, my carpet stains already almost invisible, she picked up the other dildo from the coffee table. It was black as well, about the same size but much thicker, with a suction cup base. This she wet with her spit, then walked into the hallway near the front door and stuck it to the floor. Testing the suction, she then rolled a condom onto it. Turning to me, she commanded ‘come here,’ Then, indicating the dildo, she said ‘mount it.’ I did, obediently, promptly, and hell, eagerly.

I needed no encouragement

MY sticky cunt was open and ready and it felt so good sliding down the thick shaft. I stayed there, legs open, hands clasped behind my back, squatting on the dick. She leaned against the hallway wall, looking at me, idly toying with the strap-on she was holding in her hands. After another of those long, appraising glances, she said ‘put on a show for me whore. Let me watch a sexy little teen bitch fuck herself with that big thick cock.’ I needed no encouragement and immediately went into super-whore mode, putting on a better show than the most expensive camgirl ever. I bounced up and down on the dick. Afterwards I moaned and  twisted my hands in my hair. I felt myself. I played with my tits, I frigged my clit, I even slipped a finger in my butt. 

Almost making me lose my balance.

Mostly though I just grabbed my ass cheeks and, using all the strength of my thighs, bounced up and down on that wonderful thick tool. It felt so amazingly good. After the kind of fucking I received it wasn’t deep I needed, I just needed to fill full and stretched. I gripped my boots and leaned forward, feeling the cock hit all those magic spots inside me. She kept playing with the dildo while she watched this show. By now I had cum so hard that all I could keep doing was just fuck myself, bouncing on the cock like the whore I am, enjoying the feeling, not even bothering to work up to a cum. She stood over me and dangled the dildo in my face, laughing at me, stretching it just out of the reach of my tongue, before thrusting it into my mouth and gagging me, fucking my face, then drawing it out, leaving me with it like a donkey with a carrot, almost making me lose my balance. 

I later found out

This continued for about half an hour before she put her foot on my head and pushed, sending me flying off the dick backward, to land against the front door, a panting mess. ‘Enough,’ she said, then commanded me to stand, which I did, legs spread to feel the cool late- afternoon air coming in from underneath the front door on my cunt, hands clasped behind my back. Turning to the hallstand, she took up an envelope and a roll of black electrician’s tape. On the envelope was written ‘Mistress Cassandra.’ I later found out it was a ‘thank you note, written in polite mum-style stationary. The kind of note she would make her kids send after going to a friend’s birthday party.

The final things that came off

And sexy as hell, in a very perverted way. Taking the envelope and tearing off a few strips of the tape, she placed it against my left breast and taped it to the skin, making sure to pull it tight so the tape would hurt coming off. ‘That stays there until you see yr mistress,’ she said, calmly. Thankfully I was seeing her tonight so I wouldn’t have to skip showering. She took another strip of tape and a five-dollar note. Rolling up the note, she slipped it up to my cunt, then placed the tape on my slit, again tight, sealing the money in there. ‘That’s for petrol…whore’ she smiled. Fuck, I felt so used…it was great! The final things she took off the hall table were cotton, a patterned summer dress, and what looked like a white rag. Handing me the dress she said ‘put this on’ and I did. So I wasn’t going to be walking out to the car naked. Good.

 I slipped the dress off

Walkout to my car – fully clothed – we did after she collected my bag from the living room. Such a mum, but mums don’t surreptitiously grope my ass and finger my crack while walking down the street. I got in and wound down the window to say goodbye. She threw the white rag into the car and held her hand out, saying ‘my dress.’ Oh, okay. Umm… HOT!  I slipped the dress off and handed it to her, sitting naked in the driver’s seat except for my collar, cuffs, and white boots, a note taped to my chest, and five-dollar note taped in my cunt. She turned around and walked off without a further word. I haven’t heard from her sense, although Mistress Cassandra chats to her on Messenger .

A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex. Sky loves handballing – Part 2

I took the money out of my cunt, the tape hurt coming off, it was great. I’d love to leave it in there but toxic shock syndrome wouldn’t be fun. I picked up the rag… shit… it was a t-shirt. A cut-off one. I pulled it on and it barely came past my nipples. It had ‘whore’ written on it in text.   I guess I was going to go directly to Cassie’s house, with its lockup garage attached to the house, so no one in the street could see me like this, rather than home to my parent’s house. Worn out, relaxed, better than sitting in class all afternoon, I started the car and headed off towards Cassandra’s house.

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