Starring: Kristen Bell
It was a perfectly ordinary day at my suburban hotel. Decked out in shorts and tee with my feet up on the couch, I sipped periodically from a bottle of Gatorade as I leafed through the pages of a sports mag. A football game was on in the background and I could hear the desperate whines of my latest guest spilling out from the master bedroom. Wait, what was that? Well, I did say it was an ordinary day, didn’t I?
OK, guess I better rewind a bit. I got the call about two months ago. I’m not sure who it was, but I was eternally grateful to whichever angel from heaven had given my number to Kristen Bell. I’d had a crush on her for years, ever since I was a teenager watching
Veronica Mars reruns, and I am pleased to report that she’s only gotten better with age. So needless to say, I was very excited when she told me her name and said she was interested in booking a stay. We landed on a date and I gave her the address, then asked if she had any special requests.
“Erm…yes,” was how she replied.
I grinned. “OK, well I have a guest arriving soon so shall we set up a video call so we can discuss it?”
“Good idea,” she said and we arranged a time that suited the pair of us.
*
The call was scheduled for the following afternoon, when my guest had been and gone. I took a shower just before, slipping into some casual clothing but making sure I was looking my best; clean shaven, hair styled and all that jazz. I sat at my sofa in the lounge with the laptop on the coffee table and fired up Zoom. The bubbly smiling face of Kristen Bell there was to greet me and we exchanged the usual pleasantries. She was very friendly and affable as I’d always suspected from her public persona, and the conversation flowed nice and easy before we got down to brass tacks.
“So, you said you had some special requests,” I prompted. More than 24 hours had passed since I’d found that out and I was dying to know what they were.
“Erm…yes,” she replied again, blushing a little as she looked down from her webcam.
I could tell she was anxious, so I soothed her nerves as best I could. “Right, well there’s no judgement here, Kristen. I’m here for
you. So why don’t you tell me what they are and I’ll see if I can help you.”
“OK,” she said softly, looking back up at the camera but still glowing a deep shade of red. “Well, I like to be…dominated.”
Interesting. “I see. So ropes, ties, handcuffs? What are we talking here?”
“Erm…yeah. All of the above. And gags and blindfolds too.”
I grabbed a pen and started making notes. “Don’t worry,” I said. “No-one will see this.”
Kristen nodded and continued. “And…err…I like to…cuck my husband, I guess.”
Very interesting. “And is he in on it?”
She shook her head. I didn’t know Dax personally, but he seemed like a cool guy and I liked him in some of his movies. But honestly, I had
no problem humiliating him at his wife’s request. Heck, I’d probably blow the dude’s brains out if she wanted me to.
“OK, well I can help you with that. Anything else you’d like to explore?”
“Erm…yeah. Denial.”
“
Orgasm denial?”
She nodded.
“For you, I take it?”
She nodded again and I did my best to stifle a grin. This was gonna be fun.
The call continued for another fifteen minutes or so, and we discussed her requests in further detail. Her first stay came a week later and I was filled with excitement and nerves as the day drew closer. I had a few guests that liked to be dominated in the bedroom but none of those were A-list celebrities. Our first encounter was awkward at first but it became more comfortable once we grew more familiar and discovered each other’s wants and needs. She came back two weeks later, then again in another three, and it wasn’t long before we knew each other inside out, our compatibility now second to none.
This, her fourth stay, started in the usual way. I let her in, we chatted a little and I offered her a drink. Then she went to freshen up, slipping into some brand new lingerie that she’d bought just for me. She texted me when she was ready and then I was in control. I went to the bedroom and entered without saying a word. Kristen was waiting for me, her blonde hair slicked back, tastefully made up and dressed in a strapless lacy black bra and panties with a matching garter belt, stockings and high heels.
I approached her slowly, roughly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, just as she’d requested in her video call. I pushed my lips to hers and kissed her aggressively, probing her mouth with my tongue. I pulled back and looked at her, enjoying the charged up look of desperate lust that she always gave me when I took control.
“Is this new?” I asked, running my fingers over her lacy bra and gently pinching one of her nipples- another thing she liked.
“Yes, Daddy.” Oh, yeah. She likes to call me Daddy. It made me laugh a little at first, considering she’s nearly twenty years my senior. But now? I kinda enjoy it.
“You haven’t worn it before?”
She shook her head.
“Not even for your husband?”
She shook her head again. “Definitely not. Only for you.”
“Good girl,” I said, then kissed her again. “Now get on the bed.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She scurried towards the bed and I slapped her ass to help her on her way. She climbed onto the bed and laid out across the mattress. Velcro ties were already in place, attached to all four posts in advance of her stay. I fastened them to her wrists and ankles, then put on her blindfold. I stripped down to my undies then joined her on the bed, laying my body on hers. I kissed her again and she moaned into my mouth as I pressed my bulge up against her crotch, feeling the warmth through her panties.
I left her lips behind and moved down to her neck, kissing past her collarbone and down to her chest. Reaching underneath, I unhooked her bra and peeled it off of her, tossing it uncaringly aside. I swirled my tongue around a nipple then put my lips to it, feeling it grow as I suckled, even nibbling it gently like I knew she enjoyed. I moved to her other breast then continued downwards, kissing along her abs until I reached her panties. Settling between her thighs, I left a kiss upon the crotch of her panties, feeling her wetness through the lacy material.
“Whose pussy is this?” I asked, planting another smacker right on her clit.
“It’s yours, Daddy,” she said with a whine, full lips puckering as I teased her twat.
“All mine?”
“Mmhmm.”
“So your husband hasn’t been in here then?”
“Just once, Daddy. I had to. He was getting suspicious.”
Damn. Imagine being married to a creature like this and only getting to fuck her in once in three weeks. Dude must be pulling his hair out.
“Just once? Promise?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did he fuck you as good as I do?”
“No, Daddy.
No-one fucks me like you do.”
I gripped the waistband of her panties, snapping the sides with two soft tugs. Kristen purred with excitement and I tossed the ruined garments over my shoulder, ready to get down to business. Hooking my arms around her thighs, my tongue poked out from between my lips and I guided it straight to her clit. She gasped at first contact, as she so often did, then puffed out heavy breaths as I swirled my tongue, spinning it around her clit. She was already sodden and I could feel her warm juices start to smear across my lips and chin. She squirmed on the bed as much as she was able, tugging a little at her velcro ties as pleasure overcame her, radiating out from her balmy insides.
Kristen loved getting head and it didn’t take much to whip her into a frenzy. Her breaths turned to moans, the volume increasing with every swish of my tongue. I brought her to the brink in a matter of minutes then peeled my tongue from her clit to let her cool off. She lifted her head as much as she could and attempted to look at me through her blindfold, slumping back into the pillows with a groan of frustration. My tongue moved downwards and I licked her pussy from bottom to top, gathering the sweet fluids that seeped from between her lips. Then, once she’d settled a little, I returned to her clit, twirling my tongue around her stiff nub of pleasure.
I kept this up for some time, bringing her to the edge with my tongue then keeping her there as I licked her slit, tasting the fresh coat of fluids. It was agonising for her, of course, but it was what she wanted. And it wasn’t easy on me either, ‘cause you know what going down on Kristen Bell gets you? Stiff as a fucking board, and having a sopping wet twat before me that I couldn’t stick my dick in was nothing short of tortuous. I teased her for as long as I could, until the temptation to shove my cock in her pussy and pound the life out of her became too great to ignore. I had to get out of there before I blew the whole thing.
I spun my tongue around her clit one final time then climbed off the bed, leaving her to stew in her juices. Pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, I took one final look at her little writhing body then headed for the bedroom door.
“No, no, noooo!” she whined as she heard the door slide open. “Don’t go! Don’t go! Pleeeaaase!”
I had half a mind (in fact, almost a full mind) to do as she said, to get back between her thighs and lick her clit until she came all over me. But I followed the instructions that she gave me in our very first video call. “Do NOT finish me off. No matter what I say or how much I beg for it, do NOT make me cum.” So I didn’t.
I stayed in the lounge for about an hour, basically as long as I could keep myself away from a naked Kristen Bell. I went back to the bedroom, prompting an excited gasp from Kristen as I opened the door. She’d been whining non-stop while I was out in the lounge but now she was on her best behaviour. I went to the bed and untied her restraints then helped her to her feet, leading her to the centre of the room.
“On your knees,” I instructed and Kristen immediately obeyed.
I rooted through a nearby drawer until I found what I was looking for, then circled around behind her.
“Hands,” I said and again she complied, putting both arms behind her back.
I squatted behind her, binding her wrists with a pair of cuffs, then strolled back around to face her. Kristen knelt there patiently as I pushed my crotch into her face, my bulge almost touching her nose, then purred in anticipation as I unzipped my fly. I reached inside and pulled out my prick, still rock-hard from the earlier tease. Her heightened senses kicked into gear and I saw her nostrils flare as I yanked it free, less than an inch between my cock and her lips.
“Can you smell that?” I asked, already aware that she could.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you like that smell?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love the smell of your cock.”
I grabbed my dick at the base and slowly steered it forward, pushing the tip against her mouth.
“Don’t open,” I warned as I ran my crown across her mouth, precum streaking across both her lips.
I pulled my cock back then gave her further instructions. “Lick your lips.”
She poked out her tongue and rolled it back and forth across each of her lips, cleaning up the mess I made. She relished the taste and gave a little ‘mmm’ of appreciation as the salty flavour lingered on her tongue.
“You like that?” I asked, stroking myself slowly as I watched her savour me.
“I love it, Daddy. Your cum is so delicious.”
My cock was throbbing and I squeezed the crown with my fingers, a fresh bead of precum appearing in the tip.
“Open your mouth.”
Once again she did as instructed, parting her lips without further command. Fingers still clutched at the base, I pushed the tip into her mouth, her lower lip cushioning my swollen crown.
“Lick,” I said, and Kristen’s tongue found the tip almost immediately, lapping up all the sticky goo.
“Mmm,” she purred as she cleaned my slit, licking up every last drop.
“You’ve missed that, huh?” I asked as I pulled my cock back, leaving her tonguing at thin air.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ve missed your beautiful cock.”
“Tell me how much you’ve missed it.”
“Well, I
could tell you, Daddy,” she said with a grin. “But I think
showing you would be a lot more fun.”
She made a good point. Pushing the tip back into her mouth, I uncurled my fingers from around my shaft and let her show my cock just how much she’d missed it. Her lips closed around my helmet and she started to bob her head, guiding them down the first few inches. Teasing her with my precum had made her mouth water and now I was reaping the rewards, warm fluid coating my member as she took me further down. She went as deep as she could, but her restricted hands made it difficult to move her head with any real pace or rhythm. But I was more than happy to provide some assistance.
Placing a hand at the back of her head, silky blonde locks flowed through the gaps in my fingers as I pulled her towards me, vanishing another two inches. My tip nudged against the back of her throat and Kristen gagged a little as I pushed her further, escorting her lips to the base of my shaft. I held her there for as long as she could take, letting her feel me as I throbbed against her tongue, precum leaking straight down her throat.
My right hand joined my left one and I gently gripped the sides of her head as I began to roll my hips, thrusting slow and deep. Kristen poked out her tongue and the tip touched my balls each time I plunged inside her, sinking right down to the hilt. Her mouth was sodden and stray drops of warm saliva dripped from her chin as she sucked me, a coat of the stuff now basting every inch of my shaft. Retrieving my cock from her throat, I let it rest against her face as her lips enveloped my swollen balls, sucking them one at a time.
Placing a finger underneath her chin, I angled her head up as I leant down towards her, kissing her sloppy, wet mouth. Shedding my clothes, I uncuffed her wrists and ordered her to her feet, leading her across to the bed. Turning her around, I pushed her down onto the mattress, then climbed on top of her, guiding her up towards the headboard. The velcro ties were still attached to the posts, and I promptly re-fastened them to her ankles and wrists.
Arms wrapped around her quivering thighs, I rested my hands on her tummy as I dove in deep, picking up from where I left off, all that time ago. Her pussy by this point was even wetter than her mouth, and my taste buds were ablaze as that warm and sticky fluid gushed along the length of my tongue. She was so worked up that I had her on the verge again almost immediately. But again I withheld the goods, pulling my tongue away at the very last second and leaving her groaning in frustration once more.
But her groans turned to gasps as I got onto my knees, pressing my crown up against her slit. She was absolutely soaked and the slightest push was all it took to guide myself inside her. Her mouth stayed open and a high-pitched whine sailed forth from between her lips as I grabbed her thighs and pulled myself into her. For a mother of two, her pussy is incredibly tight, yet she was so wet that I was able to enter with almost no resistance at all. A single roll of my hips and my tip had touched her cervix, my balls flush against her taint.
I stayed like that for a moment, letting her feel how deep I was, and then I started thrusting, bottoming out inside her with every stroke. Moans poured from her lips and she pulled at her restraints instinctively, trying to grab onto me as I threw myself into her. She was horny beyond belief and a few deep thrusts were all that were needed to pull her back to the brink of climax. I wanted nothing more than to stay inside her, to pound her brains out and gift her with the orgasm that she craved so desperately. But despite her pleas to the contrary, I knew she wanted me to draw it out just that little bit longer.
Prying myself free from the grip of her snatch, another agonised groan spilled forth from her lips as I moved up the bed, untying her left wrist. Kneeling at her side, I put my hand to her cheek and turned her towards me, gripping the back of her head.
“Open,” I said and she complied in an instant, her mouth the perfect slot to slide my dick into.
I steered my crown past her open lips, sinking to the base on the very first pass. My balls brushed her cheek and Kristen moaned in pleasure as she tasted her pussy of the length of my shaft.
“Play with your pussy,” I instructed, taking her hand in mine and moving it towards her crotch. “But don’t make yourself cum.”
I withdrew from her mouth so she could answer.
“Yes, Daddy. I won’t.”
I steered my cock back between her lips and thrusted into her mouth with slow, unhurried strokes. Kristen found her clit and her moans increased in volume as she kneaded her pleasure spot with a pair of manicured fingers. Gripping a handful of hair, I held her head in place as I thrusted into it, plunging past her tonsils with every row of my hips. Though thoroughly muffled by the width of my cock, her moans grew louder by the second. I looked down between her legs, watching intently as she strummed her clit. I allowed her to do it a couple more times then grabbed her wrist, prompting
another exasperated groan as I pulled her hand from her pussy.
I moved my hand from the back of her head and she sucked my cock of her volition as I retied her wrist to the bedpost. Keeping my cock in her mouth, I threw a leg over her and planted my knees either side of her head. Leaning forward, I formed a 69 as I rolled my tongue out, putting it straight to her clit. Bucking my hips, I gently thrusted down into her face as I ate her pussy, flicking my tongue across her point of pleasure. She was teetering on the edge and had been for the past two hours, but I didn’t go easy on her. Lapping at her clit with quick, sharp swipes of my tongue, I listened to her moan as she sucked my cock, slurping at my shaft with ravenous vigour.
I licked her for as long as I thought she could handle (which, again, wasn’t very much) then pulled my tongue from her clit. Staying in her mouth, I let her suck me a few more times then withdrew my cock as well, moving back to the foot of the bed. Untying her ankles, I lifted her legs as I moved into position, resting her feet on my shoulders and pushing my cock up against her slit. She was absolutely soaked and the lightest nudge was all that was required to sheath me straight to the balls.
Gripping her knees, I held her legs against my torso, pinning them tight as I started thrusting. I went harder this time and soon my abs were clattering against the backs of her thighs, loud smacks echoing around the bedroom. Her mouth hung open as moans filled the air, rising steadily in pitch and volume. Her legs were quivering and I could feel her pussy squeezing me tighter each time I thrust inside.
Usually, I’d make her cum at the end of our first session then tease out another orgasm as we started up the second. But today I was feeling particularly evil. We had a safeword (for lack of a better phrase) in place for Kristen to blurt when she absolutely could not go a second longer without the sweet release of orgasm. If she was gagged (which she often was), she had a hand signal she could make when she wanted- no,
needed- me to apply the decisive touch. But since neither of those had made an appearance, I was under no obligation to finish her off.
And so I put my own needs first, driving into her with a sudden intensity that only imminent eruption can bring. My cock spasmed inside her and I wrenched myself free, pushing her legs to the side and scrambling up the bed in desperation. Straddling her chest, I jerked my cock at a furious pace, firing off thick ropes of semen that streaked her cheeks, nose and lips, staining the silk of her blindfold. She flinched a little as the first load hit her, then gasped in delight with every subsequent blast.
“Keep your mouth open,” I said, pushing out the last few drops still stuck in my urethra.
Then, to wrap up, I used my dick like a spoon to scoop up the streaks of jism, cleaning her face one rope at a time. Pushing my cock between her lips, she sucked all the cum off the head, then closed her mouth as she swallowed it down.
“Mmm,” she purred, licking that full set of lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I waited to see if she used our ‘safeword’ but nothing came, so I stroked her cheek affectionately and climbed down off the bed. Light was pouring in through the windows so I closed the drapes and turned the dimmer switch a little, getting the brightness just right for the removal of her blindfold. She blinked a few times as I took it off, but the low light in the room meant her eyes adjusted quickly. I untied her wrists then helped her off the bed, giving her ass a little slap as I ushered her towards the bathroom.
“Text me when you’re ready,” I said as she stepped into the ensuite. “And don’t even
think about touching that pussy.”
A grin played across her lips as she lingered in the doorway. “Yes, Daddy.” And with that, the door slammed shut.
I gathered my clothes then headed to one of the guest rooms to take a shower. I dried myself quickly and pulled my clothes back on, putting on some fresh cologne and re-styling my hair. I waited for her to text me then went back to the master bedroom. Kristen had opted for a change of clothing and this time her outfit was more risque. Aside from her high-heeled ankle boots, all she had on her lower half was a pair of fishnet leggings, her pussy on full display. On her top half she wore a crop top of matching material, both of her tits exposed. Velvet black gloves stretched up to her forearms, her dark mascara and matching lipstick completing a look that was almost gothic in appearance.
I entered the room and ordered her to her knees. I fetched a dog collar from a drawer by the bed and fastened it around her neck, attaching a leather leash.
“Come with me,” I said, and Kristen crawled behind me as I led her out into the hallway and across to the basement stairs.
“Where we going, Daddy?” came a voice behind me and an excited grin of anticipation spread across my face.
“You’ll see,” was how I responded, then told her to stand as he reached the door to the stairwell.
I opened the door and took her hand, helping her down the steps. There was a second door at the foot of the stairs. I opened it slowly and what lay beyond nearly took my guest’s breath away.
OK, I need to backtrack a little here. At the end of last year, I was invited by Gillian Jacobs to Alison Brie’s birthday party, where I proceeded to fuck the pair of them along with four of their celebrity friends. Honestly, that part’s not really relevant to the story but any excuse, you know? So, in the following weeks I’ve had visits from all of the women I plowed that day, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs, sometimes with others in tow. Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively was a particular highlight, and if you’re lucky, I might tell that story at a later date.
Anyway, by far my most frequent visitor from that little group has been Aubrey Plaza, who anyone familiar with that story will know, likes to get fucked really, really hard. And when Aubrey’s around, things like that have a tendency to escalate. So getting fucked really hard soon became getting fucked really hard with her hands behind her back. Then ties started making an appearance. Then handcuffs. Then ropes. Then, once I’d tied her up and to my bed in every way imaginable, Aubrey suggested we take things further.
At first I didn’t know what she meant, then over the course of the next few days, she sent me a series of messages that got me up to speed. Included in each one was a picture of a piece of bondage equipment she was interested in using, and a list of ways in which it could be employed. I told her I didn’t have the space to store such apparatus, but Aubrey was persistent.
What about your basement? she asked. And thus, the dungeon was born.
It didn’t take long to find the things online and assembling them was a piece of cake. Within a couple of weeks, the basement was fully functional, and since the whole thing had been her idea, it was only right that Aubrey should take it for a test drive. She booked a five night stay first chance she got and needless to say, we utilised every piece of equipment a dozen times over during the course of the week. Then, once she’d finally left and my body regained its function, I got to wondering who else might enjoy such exotic devices. My first thought was Kristen Bell.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, her mouth hanging open as she took it all in. “You kept this quiet.”
“Wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Well…” she said with a grin, “I’m surprised.”
“So, you’d like to try it out then?”
“Try it out?! I wanna fuckin’ live down here!”
I laughed. “Well, one thing at a time. Speaking of, which thing would you like to try first?”
“Hmm,” she said, a gloved finger pressed to her cheek as she considered each item in turn. “How about that one?”
She pointed at the sex swing, hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room.
A small grin pulled at the sides of my mouth. “A fine choice.”
I led her towards it then wrapped my arms around her, hands sliding from her back, past her ass and down to the backs of her thighs. Fingers digging into her silken flesh, a little excited gasp tumbled from between her lips as I hoisted her upwards, cradling her body in my arms. Her arms went around my shoulders and she pushed her lips against mine, kissing me with lust and passion. Walking us forward, her lips stayed glued to mine as I placed her in the swing, allowing the support frame to take her weight.
Kissing her a few more times, I moved down to her chest via neck and collarbone, sucking on a titty through her fishnet top. A hand gripped the support straps while the other found the back of my head, black velvet fingers combing through my hair as my teeth grazed her nipple. I moved to her other breast then took a step back to admire my handiwork. Her small body fit the swing like a glove. Padded straps supporting her thighs, her ass stuck out behind her as her legs dangled down, her heels two feet from the ground.
Support straps clutched in her hands, she turned her head as I walked around behind her, kissing down her back as I dropped to my knees. Clutching two handfuls of mesh-like fabric, I pulled in different directions, tearing a face-sized hole. Gripping the tops of her thighs, my head went forward without a moment’s delay, burying my face in her ass.
“OH!” she yelped in surprise, her quads tightening as my tongue came out, licking along her slit.
Her pussy was drenched, and likely had been since we entered the basement. Licking her pussy from front to back, I harvested as much moisture as my tongue could accommodate before settling on her clit, lapping at it furiously with quick, sharp flicks of my tongue. Heat was pouring from between her lips and my nostrils flared as her gorgeous scent wafted into my nasal cavity. The break in play had cooled her a little and I was able to lick her for longer before she veered to the brink of climax. Her legs began to tremble, coos and groans streaming from between her lips. She was close now- perilously so- and a few more licks is all I granted her before I pulled my head from between her cheeks.
Rising to my feet, I kissed along the nape of her neck then along her shoulder as she turned her head, peering at me with a bright blue eye. Moving upwards, my tongue shot out from between my lips, tussling with her own as my hands slid up her back. Grabbing her shoulders, I guided her downwards with a gentle push, hands sliding down the support straps until her body was horizontal. The bottom supports split, one underneath her shoulders, the other at the small of her back. She slid her feet into the stirrups for extra support then looked up at me with a grin as I loomed up above her.
Gripping the straps with a single hand, she reached above her head with the other, groping at the bulge in my pants. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside, Kristen’s teeth sinking into her lower lip as I started to unbuckle my belt. Undoing the clasp at the front on my pants, I lowered my fly with deliberate slowness, teasing her with the treat underneath. I was hard as a rock after eating her pussy, and my cock flew out as if spring loaded, flopping up and down in front of her face.
“You wanna suck it?” I asked as I gripped the base, slapping the crown against her lips.
“Yes, Daddy. I’d love to suck your cock.”
“Good girl. You can play with your pussy, but what must you not do?”
“Make myself cum.”
“That’s right. Now open your mouth.”
She did as I told her, parting her lips as wide as they’d go. I steered my cock into the open slot, pushing it down until I reached her tonsils. She closed her lips around my shaft and I thrusted slowly as she started sucking, balls squishing against her nose as I plunged right down to the hilt. Kristen reached down and started playing with her pussy, just as I’d permitted, rubbing her clit with two gloved fingers.
Spit was sloshing around her mouth, basting my shaft as I pushed myself into it. I thrusted harder and she choked a little as she took me down further, my tip at the back of her throat. Retracting slowly, my cock was soaked with saliva as I pried it from between her lips. Fingers curled around the shaft, I stroked it gently as I dipped my sack into her mouth, feeding it to her a ball at a time.
Pushing against the support straps, a nut popped free from Kristen’s lips as the swing swung out about two or three feet. Gripping the straps in my balled up fists, my crown slotted between her lips as I pulled the swing back towards me, sliding her mouth down my shaft. I kept this up for several minutes. Swinging her back and forth, her lips slid up past my crown as I pushed her out, then puckered at the base as I pulled her back in. Her moans got louder as she frigged herself off and I could tell she was getting close.
“OK, that’s enough,” I said, plucking my cock from between her lips. “Hands on the straps.”
She groaned a little but did as I told her, moving her hands from her pussy and grabbing the reinforced straps. I gripped the support bar and span it a half-rotation. Kicking off my shoes, I pulled off my pants and socks, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
“Eep!” Kristen exclaimed, giggling excitedly as her body turned one-eighty degrees.
Lifting her head as much as she was able, her lips curled up in a grin as I gripped my cock, moving in between her legs. Rubbing my tip up against her pussy, I felt how wet she was as I pushed inside her, spearing her with a single thrust. Her head fell backwards and a loud moan launched from between her lips as my hips rowed inward, burying myself to the balls. Again, I fully utilised the swing’s range of motion, allowing it to do all the work as I basically jerked myself off with Kristen’s tight snatch. Holding the straps, I pushed the swing out in front of me, allowing her pussy to slide off my dick before it came straight back at me, swallowing up my shaft and taking it down to the base.
Her wet pussy gliding up and down my shaft felt nothing short of incredible, but as my cock started twitching as it touched her cervix, it was clear that it wanted more. Tugging at the straps, I used them for leverage as I pulled her into me, impaling her on all eight inches. Now her pussy was jerking me faster, sliding to the tip and back with ever increasing speed. Kristen’s neck came craning back up, a look of pure ecstasy etched across her face as I pulled her pelvis into mine.
“Mmm, yeah! That’s it, Daddy!” she purred in delight. “Own my pussy. Use it however you like.”
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, and I gripped her hips to keep her still as I threw my body into hers, driving into her pussy with very little self-control. The swing and the position she was in allowed for particularly deep penetrations, and I could feel my tip hitting her cervix with every thrust I took. She did her best to keep her head up, so she could watch me slam into her. But she couldn’t stop it from tipping backwards whenever my crown touched her g-spot, loud, lust-filled groans spilling out into the bowels of my home.
Grabbing her legs, the support straps moved as I pushed them upwards, holding them against my chest. Her ass sunk lower as the strap slipped down her leg, tucking in behind her knees. Her ankles perched on my shoulders and I looked down from between them as the thrusting resumed, watching her eyelids flutter as I sunk into the depths of her pussy. The strap around her legs was pressing against my abs, flexing and bending with every stroke. But I didn’t let it break my stride, and soon piercing smacks were echoing through the basement, growing louder by the second as my pelvis beat down on her ass.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me!” she squealed, her voice light and breathy.
She bit her lower lip, eyes rolling into the back of her head as I drilled into her pussy, pounding hard and fast. Again she was on the verge, a thrust away from total euphoria. Pulling out this time was particularly tough but somehow I managed to do it, every cell in my brain telling me to stick it back in and pound her into a coma. But I resisted the urge, receiving a growl of frustration so deep and raspy that it almost sounded like she was in pain. But I ignored it, ready to move on to the next position.
When I fucked Alison in this swing a couple of weeks ago, she busted out some tricks completely unexpectedly that allowed for some particularly exotic positions. I wasn’t sure where she’d picked them up, but it was undoubtedly her post-
GLOW brawn that enabled her to do them. Anyway, Kristen is pretty athletic herself so I kinda figured that what’s good enough for Brie is good enough for Bell.
“Want me to show you something?” I asked.
She grinned and nodded.
“Come here,” I said, grabbing her by the thighs and scooping her up.
Lowering her to her feet, I spun her around, putting a hand on her hip and the other at the small of her back. Pushing her forward, she bent at the waist under my direction, holding the swing straps as she stuck out her ass. I think she thought I was going to fuck her from behind. But what I had in mind was far more creative than that. Holding her hips, I steered her forward until her toned tummy was rested on the straps.
“Hands out,” I said. “Above your head.”
“Why?” she asked quizzically, peering back at me as best she could. “What for?”
“You’ll see,” I grinned.
And with that, I reached down and grabbed her ankles, hoisting them into the air.
“Ahh! Oh my God!” she shrieked as her body was flipped on its axis, her feet in the air, her head falling down to the floor.
Her palms touched the ground and I held her in the handstand, the swing straps supporting her waist.
“You’re crazy!” she laughed, once the initial shock had worn off.
“I’ve got you,” I said, moving my hands to her ass.
I gave her a moment to adjust to the new position, then bent at the waist, gripping her asscheeks hard as I threw my head forward, burying it between her thighs. I rolled my tongue out and put it to her pussy, licking from taint to clit.
“Oh my God!” she squealed again, her voice a mixture of shock, arousal and amusement as I slid my tongue up and down her snatch.
She was dripping wet, and I gleefully licked along the length of her slit, gathering the fluid that coated her vaginal lips. The shrieks continued, mixed with fits of laughter as I held her in position, her legs in the air, her head just a foot from the ground. Then I settled on her clit, the shrieks giving way to moans as my tongue swirled around it, twisting this way and that.
“Ohhh, yeah!” she purred, her thighs starting to shake. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! That’s it, Daddy. Right there.”
Her pussy was steaming, warmth wafting into my nose as I ate her out. I licked her to the brink then pulled my tongue away, stopping before her arms gave way and she fell on top of her skull. I licked along her pussy a few more times, cleaning the excess fluid before I flipped her around, putting her back on her feet. I turned her back to face me, her hair a mess, face still flush with blood.
“Phew!” she panted, puffing her bright red cheeks. “What has gotten into you today?”
I said nothing, more concerned about getting something into her. A grin spread across my face as I lifted her up, popping her back in the swing and spinning her into position. The support straps stretched across the tops of her thighs, her ass stuck out invitingly. Stepping up behind her, I aligned my tip with the slit of her pussy, then pushed against the small of her back, swinging her out and letting her fall back into me. She was so wet by this stage that I didn’t even have to grip my shaft. Her pussy just slotted straight onto it, sliding right down until her asscheeks were flush with my groin.
“Mmm, yeah! Push me, Daddy! Higher!” Kristen grinned, peering over her shoulder.
And push her I did. Allowing the swing to pull her from my cock, I didn’t have to move a muscle as the shift in momentum brought her straight back to me. Her ass bounced off my pelvis and she gave a deep grunt of satisfaction each time my cock disappeared. I kept it up for as long as I could stand, before the urge to pound her out had grown too big to resist.
Gripping the reinforced straps, I held them tight as I pumped my hips, slamming into her pussy. Every thrust took me straight to the balls, dull smacks ringing out as our bodies collided.
“Ugh, yes!” Kristen growled, tilting her head towards the ceiling. “Fuck me, Daddy! Use my fucking pussy!”
Wrapping an arm around her chest, I groped a perky tit as I pulled her back, pinning her body against me. My free hand reached down to her clit, strumming it wildly as I kept on railing, unleashing a flurry of thrusts that took me right to her molten core. Her pussy tightened, clenching me harder as I drilled into her darkest depths. Kristen screamed, words indecipherable as her shrill voice bounced around the basement walls. Hands tightening around the support straps, she held on for dear life as I fucked her senseless, driving to the hilt with each new merciless thrust.
She was
seriously close now, not so much teetering on the edge, more dangling from it by her little finger. One more thrust would have set her off, so with a heavy heart I uncurled my arms from around her body and pulled my cock from inside her. A cry of anguish flew forth from her lips, almost deafening me as my crown popped free from her pussy. I
fully expected the safeword now and I think I actually heard the first syllable before she stopped herself from completing it.
I waited a moment for her legs to stop shaking then told her to spread them. She did as instructed, pointing her heels at opposing walls. With a gentle nudge, I pushed her backwards, grabbing her legs as she flipped them up, her top half falling towards the floor.
“Ahhh!” she shrieked as I held her up by the legs, her head so close to the floor that her hair almost brushed against it.
“Keep your legs wide,” I said, peering down at her as she hung in mid air.
She did as I said, keeping her legs spread as far as she could. She yelped again a little as I let her go, now suspended by just her quads. Kneeling before her, I wrapped my arms around her lower back, taking the strain off her thighs. The result was an almost perfect 69 position and all I had to do was pull her ass to me a little to gain direct access to her pussy. My tongue came out, honing it on her clit as I dove in between her legs.
“Ohhhh!” she groaned, her body tensing as I ate her out.
Kristen grabbed my ass for further support and used my cheeks to swing herself into me, swallowing my shaft in one swift motion. Wrapping her arms around the tops of my thighs, she kept herself pinned there as she started sucking, my cock embedded in her mouth and throat. She couldn’t bob her head much in the position she was in, so her lips mostly stayed at the base of my shaft. The suction was amazing and she coaxed out every drop of precum as she sucked my dick. And by this stage, there was a lot of it in there.
She was doing an incredible job, especially I was tonguing her pussy in a way that would have left most women functionless. Flicking my tongue across the nub of her clit, fluid was leaking from her genitals just as quickly as it was from mine, sticky juices smearing across her labia. Every so often, I’d lick up and down her tight pink slit, cleaning up the fluids before returning to her clit to extract some more. She tasted delightful and I enjoyed the sweet flavour tingling on my tongue as I dined on her perfect snatch.
My dick started throbbing, arousal surging through my shaft as the tip rubbed against the back of her throat. I was fit to burst, my balls swelling larger as they dangled in front of her face. A few more sucks and I could take no more. Reaching down, I gripped Kristen’s head to hold her in place, my cock blocking her groans of frustration as I peeled my tongue from her clit. Pushing down on the back of her head, her lips touched the base of my cock as my bellend erupted.
“Urgh! Fuuuccckkk!!!” I yelled as thick ropes of cum shot forth from the tip of my prick.
My cock was so deep that she didn’t even have to swallow, a tidal wave of boiling jism gushing straight down her gullet. I stayed in her mouth until my balls were empty, listening to her moan around my cock as spurt after spurt of gooey, warm spunk splashed the inside of her throat.
Kristen gasped as I wrenched myself free, sucking in lungfuls of air. Grabbing her shoulders, I pushed her up as I rose to my feet, legs still shaking from the force of my climax. She grabbed the support straps, pulling herself up to a seated position.
“Well,” she said with a smirk, “that was eventful.”
I grinned back as I moved in and kissed her, scooping her up the thighs. Her arms went to my shoulders and she kissed me again as I lifted her from the swing, setting her down on the ground.
“So,” I said, “what next?”
She thought for a moment as she scanned the room. “That one looks fun,” she declared, pointing at the pommel horse on the far side of the basement.
“That it is,” I replied, my grin growing wider. “Lead the way.”
“Yes, sir,” she smirked and took off across the room.
I followed behind her, staring at her ass in the shredded fishnets. She stopped at the pommel horse and gave it a brief inspection, running a hand across the padded bench.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Mmhmm.”
There were two thin cushions on either side, each with a set of straps, one fixed and one adjustable. Kristen knelt on the first set of cushions, her knees at one end, her ankles at the other. Leaning forward, she rested her arms on the second cushions as her torso laid out across the bench, her ass and head hanging over the edge. Starting with her left arm, I fastened the fixed strap to her wrist and slid the adjustable one to her elbow, fastening that one too. I did the same to her right arm and then moved down to her legs. Strapping her ankles in place, I moved the adjustable straps to the tops of her calves and pulled them tight. Finally, I fixed two straps across her back, one just above her ass, the other beneath her shoulders. Now she was fixed in position, unable to move anything but her head and neck.
I strolled around the horse, running a finger along her back.
“Hmm,” I mused, “where to start?”
I circled around behind her and smacked her ass, drawing a high-pitched yelp. Dropping to a squat, I put my hands to the backs of her thighs, admiring the sight of her pussy on full display. Moving my hands to the small of her back, I kissed up her left thigh and up to her ass cheek. The brief pause had done little to cool her down and I could feel the heat radiating from within her as I switched to the other cheek, licking her fragrant skin.
Kristen whimpered as I teased her, kissing and licking both asscheeks, then yelped as I spread them wide, shoving my face in between them. This time I focused on her asshole, licking it several times before I pushed my tongue inside. Head bobbing back and forth, my lips kissed her sphincter as my tongue went deep, plunging into her rectum.
“Mmm, yes,” Kristen purred, knees shaking against the cushions. “That’s it, Daddy. Eat my ass.”
Telling me what to do was unusual for her. Had she forgotten who was in charge around here? I couldn’t have that so I decided to give her a reminder. Lifting a hand high into the air, my face stayed deep in her buttcrack as I brought it back down, slapping her hard on the ass. A loud smack carried through the basement and Kristen squealed as my hand made contact, leaving a palmprint on the skin of her cheek.
Pulling my tongue from her ass, I licked along the slit of her pussy, cleaning up the fluid now smeared across both her lips. Her clit was throbbing and I tongued it just a little, teasing her as I rose to my feet. I rubbed my cock against her slit, letting her feel how hard I was so soon after cumming. Then I smacked her ass again and walked around to face her, dick pulsing as I held it in my hand.
Putting my hand to her chin, I angled her head up towards me as I leant down to kiss her, locking my lips against hers. Her tongue found mine and tussled with it greedily, chasing it around my mouth. Prying my lips from her own, my hand migrated to the top of her head, fingers sliding through her oily hair.
“Open,” I said simply, her lips parting almost instinctively.
I steered my crown into her open mouth, guiding her down the first few inches. Fingers uncurling from around my shaft, my hands moved to the side of her head, combing hair back behind her ears. Thrusting slowly, I pushed my cock into her mouth as her lips wrapped around it, inserting it an inch at a time. Kristen sucked hard as I fed her my cock, her mouth getting slicker the deeper I went. Spit slopped down from the underside each time I pulled back, thick drops spilling down her chin and leaving a puddle on the basement floor.
My crown slid past her tonsils and she gagged a little as it reached her throat. Gripping two fistfuls of slicked back hair, I pushed myself forward with a gentle nudge, breaching the barrier between mouth and gullet. Her neck and back were perfectly straight, allowing me to fully enter her throat. One last push and my balls squished against her chin, her lips pursed at the base of my shaft. Her eyes began to water, leaving long streaks of mascara across her flushed red cheeks.
I kept it there for as long as she could handle, holding her forehead against my abs. Withdrawing slowly, I plucked my crown from between her lips, spit dripping down the length of my shaft. I gave her a few seconds to refill her lungs then pushed back inside her, plunging straight down to the base. I thursted a little harder this time, wet, sloppy squelching sounds filling the depths of my home as I fucked her mouth and throat. My cock was drenched in saliva by the time I was done, long thick ropes of the stuff dripping down onto the floor as I pried myself loose.
Leaning over, I gave her wet mouth a particularly messy kiss then circled around behind her, stroking my spit-soaked cock. Placing a hand at the small of her back, I rubbed my tip against her pussy with the other, teasing her drippy pink slit.
“You want this cock?” I asked, smacking the head against her clit.
“Mmm, yes, Daddy,” Kristen purred. “I want you to fuck me with that perfect cock.”
I inserted the tip then pulled it back, and she whined in anguish as I kept it there, an inch from her greedy snatch.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Daddy. I want it. I want to feel it inside me. I want you to pound me with it ‘til I scream your name. Please, Daddy. Please may I have your cock?”
A grin stretched across my face, and without answering, I shoved my dick straight into her pussy.
“Ohhhh, yes,” Kristen gasped, her toes curling against the cushions. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Her pussy was almost as wet as my cock, so resistance was pretty much nil as I steered myself in. The first thrust took me straight to the balls and I remained inside her, letting her feel me throbbing in her deepest parts. I gripped her hips, more out of instinct than anything else. I didn’t need to keep her steady, that was for sure. She was restrained so tightly she could barely move a muscle. Digging my fingers into her pliant flesh, I started to roll my hips, sinking into her snatch with deep yet gentle strokes that let me bask in her warmth and moisture. Her pussy was
soaked, and slick, sticky juices started to merge with the spit on my shaft as I rowed in deeper, plunging right down to the base.
“Oh, God, yes!” she cooed softly, almost breathing the words out as I thrusted slowly, filling her pussy with each new stroke.
Her movement, of course, was very restricted, but she turned back to face me as much as she was able. All I could see was her left eye and the corner of her mouth, but that was enough to tell me that she was loving every second of it, her eyelid fluttering with every movement and thrust. Picking up the pace, her moans increased in pitch and volume as I went at her harder, pounding her pussy with little restraint.
Of course, I loved hearing the vocal stylings of every woman I was with, but as anyone who’s seen
Frozen can attest, Kristen Bell has a particularly impressive range. So with that in mind, I regularly altered my style of thrusting to hear her entire repertoire. Slowing my thrusts but remaining deep, I was treated to an extended chorus of soft coos and breathy moans, interspersed with the occasional yelp as my tip touched her cervix. Pulling out entirely, I’d listen to her whine then beg in desperation until I put it back in, enjoying the sight of her trying to back up onto my cock but being unable to do so. Then I’d stick it back in and tear into her pussy with a flurry of thrusts that had her screaming at the top of her lungs.
I moved my hands from her hips and let them hang by my sides as I railed her, watching those surprisingly thick ass cheeks ripple with every pelvic slam. Her pussy was burning up and I could feel her gripping me tighter each time I thrusted. She was at the brink now, her need to cum so great it was almost palpable. I gave a few more thrusts, waiting for the safeword that
still didn’t come then pulled out quickly before I tipped her over the edge. She whined a little but less than I’d expected. At this stage she seemed as determined as I was to eke out her orgasm for as long as physically possible.
My dick was basted in her vaginal fluids so I returned to her mouth so she could clean me off. Pushing my cock almost down to the base, she moaned a little as she tasted her pussy, slurping up the juices now coating my every inch. Retrieving my dick from her mouth, I leant down to kiss her, enjoying the taste of pussy now heavy on her lips and tongue.
“Wanna try one more?” I asked as I squatted before her, brushing locks of hair from her face and tucking them behind her ears.
“Mmhmm,” she replied, that naughty smirk of hers still as prominent as ever.
“Which one?”
She looked around the basement once more, her eyes focusing on the opposite corner.
“That one,” she nodded, directing me with the only body part she was able to move.
I didn’t need to turn and look, knowing full well which one she meant. “As you wish.”
I kissed her once more then began the arduous task of removing her restraints. It took a while and her legs were a little wobbly as she stepped down from the horse. I offered my arm to steady her then led her across the room to her choice of apparatus.
Most of the units had been purchased online but this one was my own creation. It began life as an old wooden chest of my grandfather’s that had been down in the basement for years. It wasn’t any kind of heirloom to the best of my knowledge so I decided to get some use out of it. Covering the top with padded leather, I drilled in some metal rings in strategic places so ropes and ties could be attached, and voila! I had my very own bondage table.
“Take a seat,” I said, pointing at the papped surface.
Kristen perched on the edge as I fetched a few coiled lengths of rope from a rack on the wall.
“On your side,” I instructed. “Ass out behind you.”
Kristen grinned and assumed the position, which was basically the little spoon but with her ass thrust over the edge. Unfurling a length of rope, I bound her ankles in a complex knot, tying them to a ring on the side of the chest. I tied her wrists in a similar fashion, attaching them to the same ring so her hands and feet were almost touching. Then to wrap up, I looped the final rope around her thighs and the small of her back, essentially tying her legs to her torso, and secured it with a knot at her hip. I took a moment to admire the spectacle. This position was almost as secure as the previous one, and turning her head to the left was all the movement she was capable of.
I fetched a little padded cushion from a nearby chest and rested my knees on it as I dropped to the floor. Her ass was thrust out perfectly, the optimum height for me to shove my face in. So that’s what I did. Holding the edges of the table, I poked out my tongue and put it straight to her pussy, licking with immediate vigour. Starting at her clit, my tongue glided smoothly across her lips and taint, finally stopping when I reached her asshole. Again, she was soaking wet (when was she not?) and I licked back and forth across her pussy several times, gathering the delicious nectar with long, smooth swipes of my tongue.
Moving to her asshole, I focused mainly on that from this point on. Wetting a thumb with saliva, I teased her clit with it as I licked across her sphincter, basting her bottom in drool. Pushing my tongue inside, I steered it in as deep as I could, only stopping once my nose was squished against her asscheek. Her clit was throbbing underneath my thumb, her asshole tightening further with every bob of my head. Her moans grew louder then turned to howls as I moved my thumb from her clit, leaving her hanging for what must have been the twentieth time that day.
Rising to my feet, I aligned my cock with the slit of her pussy, entering her without further delay. She turned her head to look at me and a sharp squeal flew from between her lips as I drove myself to the hilt. No slow build up this time. Pushing against her asscheek to keep her spread, I banged her hard from the very first thrust. Bucking my hips with force and ferocity, my balls slapped against her thigh as I threw myself into her, bottoming out with each new thrust.
Kristen went wild from the get go. Panting, growling, screaming; those pretty blue eyes were fixed on mine, staring me down as I fucked her. I stared straight back, letting go of her asscheek and smacking it hard.
“Whose pussy is this?” I asked, gritting my teeth as I drove my dick deep inside it.
“It’s yours, Daddy,” Kristen replied. “You own this fucking pussy.”
“What about your husband?”
She shook her head.
“He doesn’t fuck you like I do, does he?”
“Uh uh. He couldn’t even
dream of fucking me like you do, Daddy. He’s not half the man you are.”
Woah. Sorry about that, Dax. I’ll buy you a beer sometime. Actually, probably best we never, ever meet each other.
The words triggered something in me and I redoubled my efforts, smacking her ass again then pummelling her pussy with a series of savage thrusts. Gripping a handful of hair, I wrapped it around my knuckles and wrenched it back, pointing her head at the wall in front. Her pussy contracted in response and I held her hair like the ropes that were tying her town, pulling it hard as I fucked her brains out. The harder I pounded, the harder she gripped me, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taunt her a little as I tore into her tight pink pussy.
“You gonna cum?” I asked, pulling at her hair again and turning her back to face me.
“Uh uh,” she said, looking back at me with a grin and a defiant shake of her head. “You’re gonna have to fuck me better than that.”
Oof. That was unlike her. She was always so full of praise. Since it was just the one time I thought about letting it slide. But no, she’d have to be taught a lesson. Pulling out of her pussy, I returned to the same wall-mounted rack where I’d gotten the ropes from and perused a selection of implements. I had a choice of paddles, floggers and riding crops, owning multiples of all three in various designs and materials. After much deliberation, I landed on a black leather paddle that was fluffy on one side and hard on the other.
I plucked it from the rack and returned to the table, showing it to Kristen. Our ‘safeword’ also doubled up as an
actual safeword that she could use when I did or suggested something that was too much for her or she wasn’t into. She didn’t use it much for either purpose and now was no exception. Standing at the edge of the table, I grabbed her left hip as I extended my arm out behind me, holding the paddle at about waist height. Bringing it forward, the paddle cut through the air as I brought the hard side down onto her ass, a dull thud bouncing from one brick wall to the next.
Kristen gasped, an excited smirk spreading across her face as I drew my hand back, raising the paddle once more.
“Ooh, yeah,” she purred. “Spank me, Daddy. I’ve been bad.”
I swung the paddle again and Kristen hissed sharply, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as it struck her peachy ass.
“Yeah, you
have been bad, huh?” * THWACK! * I spanked her again. “Fucking around behind your husband’s back.”
* THWACK! * This was the hardest yet and Kristen yelped as the force of the strike made her buttocks sting.
“Mmhmm.” * THWACK! * “Ahh! I think…” * THWACK! * “Ahh! I think I need…” * THWACK! * “...to be punished.”
* THWACK! *
“Me too.”
By now her cheeks were burning red and I spanked her one last time before tossing the paddle aside. I untied the rope from around her thighs then untethered her wrists and ankles. I slapped her ass with my palm then motioned for her to stand.
“Get up,” I said sternly.
She leapt up from the table, stifling a grin as she rose to her feet.
“Sit.”
Kristen perched on the edge of the table.
“Not there. On the floor. Back against the table.”
She corrected her seating position as per my instructions, leaning against the chest as she parked her ass on the basement floor.
“Spread your legs.”
Raising her knees, she planted her heels on the floor as she parted her thighs, revealing that sweet pink pussy. I walked around the side of the chest until I was stood at the opposite end.
“Give me your hands.”
Kristen reached back behind her, resting her palms on the padded surface. I threaded a rope through the rings on the side and tied it to both her wrists. Both her arms were tight to the leather, yet not stretched in an uncomfortable position. Returning to the front of the chest, I attached two ropes to the rings by her knees, tying them tightly around the tops of her thighs.
“Mouth,” I said simply as I stepped up before her, cock clutched in my fist.
I didn’t need to say anything else. Kristen all but unhinged her jaw upon my command, letting her mouth hang open as wide as it could.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She did as instructed, wagging it at me invitingly as it unfurled from between her lips.
“Want me to fuck your face?” I asked, slapping my cockhead against her outstretched tongue.
“Uh huh,” she replied, which was about all she could manage with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
“Answer properly.”
She popped her tongue back in so she could respond then promptly returned it to its previous position. “Yes, Daddy. I want to feel your cock in my throat.”
“Good girl.”
I smacked my crown against her tongue again then steered it forward, sliding my shaft across the slick red surface. Gently holding the sides of her head, my fingers brushed back locks of blonde hair as I pushed my dick into her mouth, not stopping until the tip touched the back of her throat. I held it there a moment then started thrusting, plunging balls deep each time. Wet, throaty squelches filled the room once more, resonating loudly as my nutsack slapped against her chin.
Kristen reached back, curling her fingers around the ropes behind her as she stared up at me, egging me on with those big unblinking blue eyes. I gave her a few more thrusts then moved my hands to the back of her head, pinning her face to my groin. I kept her there for close to a minute, listening to her cough and gag around the width of my cock. Pulling hard at her golden hair, I pried her lips from around my cock and kept her head tilted upwards as I took a step forward, dipping my ballsack into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my bloated orbs, dousing them in spittle as she suckled each one in turn.
Then I dropped to my knees, putting a hand around her throat as the other went down to her pussy, rubbing her clit with furious strokes. Loud squeals flew forth from her lips, partially muffled by the tight grip that I had on her neck. My fingers were a blur as they strummed across her clit and I could feel her getting wetter with each passing second. She was almost there, one rub away from spraying like a firehose when I pulled my fingers away. She all but wept as I let go of her throat. Her pussy was soaked, her clit visibly throbbing. She was desperate for more. But still no safeword.
I untied her legs then put my cock back in her mouth, thrusting slowly as I untethered her wrists. Grabbing a handful of oily blonde locks, my cock slipped out from between her lips as I pulled her up, pushing her onto the table. Her ass hit the leather and she fell down onto her back, wearing a devilish grin as she propped herself up on her elbows. Kneeling before her, I quickly unspooled two ropes then pushed her legs apart, spreading them far and wide.
Kristen gripped her thighs as I stood back up, keeping them spread as I bound her ankle to her wrist, typing the rope to a ring on the wall. Doing the same to her other leg, there was a ring on the side of a chest nearby that I could tether the rope to. Fetching two more ropes, I tied her thighs to a pair of rings at the front of the table, ensuring her body was as secure as could be. The resulting image almost defied belief. Her legs and arms were stretched so wide that the term ‘spread eagle’ almost didn’t cut it, and it was a shock to learn that a woman so small could achieve such an impressive wingspan.
Grabbing my cock at the base, I slapped the crown against her clit a few times then rubbed it against her slit.
“Mmm, yes!” Kristen purred, letting her head fall back onto the leather as I teased her tight pussy.
Already I could feel how hot and wet she was, heat pouring from between her lips that made my cockhead tingle. I could resist no longer and shoved it in deep, sheathing myself inside her. Thrusting commenced and I gripped the ropes on her thighs as I drilled into her, pounding her hard right out of the gate. Her head flew up from the padded surface and she stared at me with those bright blue eyes as I pummelled her pussy, slamming into that tiny blonde body with wild, ball-slapping fury.
“Ugh, yes!” she growled, baring her gritted teeth. “Yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Own my pussy! Show that fucking pussy who’s boss!”
Her voice was deep and husky, and every word she said made me want to fuck her even harder. Pulling at the ropes on her thighs, I drove into her pussy with increasing force, louds smacks ringing out into the basement as my pelvis slapped against hers. She clenched me tighter with every thrust, squeezing my dick for all it was worth. But my thrusts never slowed and I could tell from the look of sheer bliss etched across her face that I was hitting her innermost spots.
My dick was throbbing incessantly, balls swelling larger as they smacked against her asshole. I couldn’t hold out much longer and if she wanted me to make her cum, I was gonna have to do it now.
“Safeword?” I asked, my voice croaky. “It’s now or never.”
“OK, OK!” she said in sudden desperation. “Orange! Orange! Orange!”
And there it was. I promptly lost all self-control, pounding her furiously and doing all I could to ensure that she reached her climax before I reached mine. It shouldn’t be too hard, since she’d been clinging to the edge of one for most of the afternoon. And sure enough, a few deep, g-spot-hitting thrusts were all it took to finally send her plunging into a pit of ecstasy.
“Oh, God! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed, nearly bursting my eardrums as her body was ravaged by a thunderous orgasm, some three hours in the making.
Her body was racked by violent convulsions and her pussy gripped me tighter than ever as jolts of pleasure fired through her in every direction. It was more than I could handle and I gave into the growing sensation, blasting ropes of spunk straight into her unguarded womb. Her eyes bulged wider as she felt me cum and the warmth and volume of my explosive ejaculate promptly reignited her orgasm. Her pussy tightened another few notches, wringing more spunk from my rapidly deflating nutsack. I came for close to a minute until the final spurt of cum splashed the walls of her snatch. Kristen breathed heavily, a contented smile creeping across her face as the waves of pleasure began to subside.
“Wow,” she said simply, feeling the sheer volume of piping hot jism sloshing about inside her.
Retracting slowly, a thick, creamy torrent gushed out after my cock as I pried it from between her lips.
We took a moment to catch our breath before I untied her, then escorted her back to her room so she could take a shower. I went back to my room and took one myself before heading to the kitchen to fix us some dinner. Kristen joined me, wearing high heels, a long and slinky black dress and, as I discovered shortly after, not a thing more. We talked for a while after dinner and shared a bottle of wine before returning to the master bedroom. I removed her dress and produced a length of rope I’d borrowed from the basement, proceeding to tie her up with it in every way imaginable.
I fucked her in missionary with her arms tied to the headboard, then from behind with her head against the pillows, her arms tied behind her back. I fucked her mouth for a while in the same postion, then tied her wrists and ankles together as I fucked her prone, shooting my cum across her ass and back. We passed out soon after then returned to the basement after breakfast, making use of the last few units that we didn’t get around to the day before. We fucked again in in the shower, then once more on my bed (with cuffs and blindfold) before her time was up.
I helped her pack then wheeled her suitcase to the driveway, stowing it in the trunk of her car. She gave me a hug and planted her lips on mine.
“So when are you coming back?” I asked.
“I’m a bit tied up for the next few weeks,” she replied. “But as soon as I can.”
I grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Tied up, huh?”
Kristen laughed. “Not like that.”
“Ah. I guess you’ll have to wait ‘til you get back then, huh?”
“I guess so.”
She climbed into her car and closed the door, winding down the window. I leant against the door and poked my head inside, pointing at her crotch as she fastened her seatbelt.
“And make sure you save that for me, OK?”
Kristen peered down to see where I was pointing then looked back at me with a smirk on her face.
“I will…Daddy.”
And you know what? I think she did.
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