Heather’s Phone Sex Fantasy-Kinky Bondage Lessons-Part Two
The first thing I feel is the rough flat of his tongue scraping against my clit. My back arches in ecstasy, and my legs tremble from just that first caress. How is it that I am so ready and wanting with one lick? His movements are lazy but purposeful. Two of his thick, calloused fingers slowly ease into my hot and creamy center. I think I can get used to this kinky bondage…
As if he was coaxing a frightened kitten to approach, he methodically hits every one of my hot spots in the hopes of coaxing an orgasm from me. I try to wiggle as best I can to speed up his movements, but I’m bound too tight. I moan around the ball gag, drool spilling from my lips and dripping down my chin.
His smile is pressed against my pussy lips, and I know, in my heart, that he is torturing me on purpose. Bringing me to the edge of release, but not enough to dive over. I whimper around the hard plastic ball, and suddenly my body gets jerked. The rope digs into my flesh. My ass is hanging off the edge of the cushion, my knees lifted and pressed to my chest.
I cry out as he plunges his thick cock balls deep into my pussy.
The weight of his body pressing hard on me in this position. His cock head dug into my cervix as if he was trying to break through my womb. He grinds his cock, and his tip scrapes my cervix, making me cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. My moans transform into guttural groans as he remains plunged deep inside me.
Finally, he gets to the main event. His cock spears me again and again. Balls deep each time, but still at a slow pace that I’m dancing on the edge of orgasm. So close I can taste it, yet too far for me to reach. He has the rope firmly in each hand to act as leverage. I’m moaning, whimpering, begging him to put me out of my misery… but the gag in my mouth muffles everything. I can’t plead with my eyes due to the blindfold, and I can’t even hear if he is taunting me due to the earmuffs.
I can hear my blood pounding in my ears, beating to the same rhythm as my professor’s strokes. So my mind grows fuzzy, unable to think straight. All I can do is focus on the grueling torture of his cock. My pussy is his. I am his. My body is an instrument for him to do as he pleases until he is drained dry.
I belong to him… he is my master.
With that realization, the back of my eyelids flash white, and I scream into the ball gag. My whole body shakes, and I know I am squirting all over my master’s cock and balls. Becoming a slave and submitting to him mind, body and soul brought out a stream of cum like never before.
But instead of my master stopping, he instead picks up speed. Digging both faster and with greater force, it feels as though he really has ripped my cervix open. He can do anything he wants. If he wants to fuck my womb, then so be it.
My body is a receptacle. Born to receive my master’s hot sticky cum. As if he read my thoughts, he buries himself inside me one last time and fills me to the brim with his seed.
I am his slave.
I am complete.
