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Chapter 14: The Facial of All Facials
Chapter 14
by 
ErosApostasia
Continued from chapter 13:
Mireyah takes my breath away in a deep burgundy satin short robe with matching lace trim. The fabric clings to her curves like spilled wine, luxurious and decadent. With a knowing grin, she flaps open the front, and I gasp as I catch a glimpse of the strap-on phallus nestled between her thighs—a sleek, imposing device that seems to pulse with its own dark promise.
"Yes, Ero," she says, giggling as she sees my shocked expression. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you fucked me this morning. I'm going to use you without your consent, and I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied."
She turns on the device, and I watch as it begins to twitch and jerk beneath her robe. She moans lustfully, and I realize it's a two-way device—it's giving her pleasure as much as it will give me. She appears between my thighs as I lie helpless in my satin bondage, positioned like a turtle on his back, completely at her mercy.
Mireyah looms over me, the burgundy satin of her robe shimmering like spilled wine in the dim light of the hotel room. The sight of the mechanical phallus, pulsing and twitching with a life of its own beneath the fabric, sends a jolt of primal terror and exquisite anticipation straight through my core. She looks less like a caretaker and more like a goddess of carnal retribution.
"Look at you," she coos, her voice dropping into a husky, authoritative register. She reaches down, her fingers trailing lightly over my inner thigh, just inches from where the device waits. "So big and hard for Mommy. So desperate to be used."
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She kneels between my splayed legs, the robe falling open completely to reveal her bare, glowing skin and the intimidating silhouette of the strap-on. She snaps on black latex medical gloves and begins to lubricate them with a tube of warming lube. She spreads it over her hands with deliberate care, pours some into my anus, and strokes her vibrating cock, moaning with pleasure as she begins to penetrate me—first with one finger, then two, stretching me out methodically.
She smiles down at me, her expression a mixture of dominance and genuine care.
"That's it, baby," she encourages, her voice steady and commanding. "Breathe through it. Open up for Mommy. You're doing so well."
I am acutely aware of how hard I am, how aroused I am at her complete domination of me, and terrified that the tip of my penis is twitching as it points directly at my face in my tied-up, vulnerable position.
Mireyah's breathing becomes heavy and ragged, synchronized with the frantic vibrations of the device. She watches my face intently, her dark eyes dilated with lust as she monitors my reactions, reading every nuance of my pleasure and discomfort. She is entirely lost in the sensory overload of the warming lube, the stretching of my tight muscles, and the intense stimulation of the strap-on against her own clitoris.
"That's it, baby... take it all for Mommy," she pants, her voice strained with effort and ecstasy. She slides a third finger inside me, widening me with a relentless, methodical rhythm. "Open up for me. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you need it."
She leans forward, her face hovering just inches from my twitching, erect penis, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Her fingers stroke my prostate in a come-hither gesture, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, never letting me achieve release. Finally, after she has me squirming with frustration, she removes her fingers from my puckered anus and kneels over me, lining up her strap-on with my opening.
"Ero," she says, grinning down at me with wicked satisfaction, "I'm going to fuck you now. And there is nothing you can do about it. You will probably enjoy it. And you will probably cum. Can you guess, Ero? Can you guess where I'm going to make you cum?"
Mireyah grips the base of my penis for leverage with her gloved hand, slick with lube, and begins to stroke me gently as she pushes into me. She moans with delight as the vibrating phallus connects us, sending waves of electric pleasure through us both.
Mireyah's hips begin to grind in a slow, torturous circle, the vibrating head of the device hammering relentlessly against my prostate with every thrust. She isn't just fucking me; she is colonizing me, claiming territory that was once mine to command. Her eyes are half-lidded, rolling back in her head as the dual sensations of the strap-on's vibration and my tight, resisting heat overwhelm her senses.
"Ahhh... god, you're so tight, Ero!" she cries out, her voice breaking into a jagged moan. "So perfect!"
She increases the speed, her thrusts becoming shallow and rapid, driving the buzzing tip deeper and deeper into my core. She keeps her gaze fixed on my face, watching the way my features contort in a mixture of agony and bliss.
"Look at me, Ero," she coos, her voice commanding yet tinged with tenderness. "I want you to watch me do this to you."
Her cock inside me begins to tap-tap-tap against my prostate, and I scream as the first droplets of seminal fluid begin to drop onto my chin, my forehead, and into my mouth. Mireyah grins down at me, deliberately aiming my penis at my face.
"Are you ready, Ero?" she asks, her voice breathless with her own approaching climax. "Are you ready to make a big cummie for Mommy? Are you ready for the facial of all facials?"
Mireyah's laughter is a wild, unhinged sound that cuts through my screams, mixing with the wet, slapping noise of her hips hitting my thighs. She sees the desperation in my eyes, the way I struggle against the silk restraints, and it only fuels her hunger. She maintains her grip on my shaft, guiding the angle with surgical precision so that I have no choice but to witness my own undoing.
"That's it, let it drip!" she commands, her voice rising in pitch as her own climax begins to build. "Taste yourself, Ero! Taste how much you love being Mommy's little guy!"
The strap-on's vibration intensifies, turning into a continuous, bone-shaking roar that seems to vibrate through my entire skeleton. She leans down, her face mere centimeters from mine, her sweat-slicked skin radiating heat.
All that exists is Mireyah's triumphant face as she turns her device up to full power and we ride the lightning together. She times her thrusts against my prostate with firm, smooth strokes of my entire shaft, and I detonate with a body-wracking explosion of pleasure. Rope after rope of my hot, sticky release covers me—drowning my chin, filling my mouth, coating my face as I cum again and again. I let go of a primal scream as Mireyah prolongs my pleasure, wringing me out completely.
Mireyah shrieks with triumph as her orgasm takes her, plunging again and again into deep, painfully erotic ecstasy. Finally, she collapses against my body, impaling me to the hilt, laughing breathlessly at my face—which is now glazed like a donut.
To be continued in chapter 15...
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