I fuck her anyway

Something rises up in me, I don’t know where it comes from, and I get up. Kelly looks at me disappointedly and asks, “Leaving already?”

I pull on my pants, not bothering with underwear or shirt. “No, little slut,” I say quietly. “I’m far from done with you yet.” She moans hungrily and closes her eyes.

I walk out to my car and grab a small bag from the backseat. Since my first appointment with Leigh, I’ve taken to carrying this around for clients who like the same sort of treatment. When I get back to the bedroom, she seems to be in a light doze. I click a handcuff around one wrist, loop the chain around one of the posts in the headboard, and then cuff the other. Kelly opens her eyes in some confusion to find her hands bound. I grab her legs and pull her toward the foot of the bed, stretching her arms out, then use a couple scarves to tie her ankles to the corners of her footboard. “Wha—wha—what are you doing?” she asks, clearly unsure whether to be aroused or worried.

“Good little cockwhores don’t try to make the rules,” I growl softly. “You’re my fucktoy to play with as I want, and I’m not done with you.”

Arousal is clearly winning in Kelly’s eyes. “What—what are you going—to do with me?” she gasps, with a lustful smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She thought she was done, but I’ve succeeded in turning her right back on.

“First, I’m going to play with you,” I rumble. I get on my hands and knees above her bound body and dip my fingers into her reddened cleft, which is rapidly getting wetter. I tease the edges of her inner lips and just brush her hot button. Kelly bucks her hips, trying to get more contact, but I move with her to maintain the tease. She mewls in frustration. I bend my head to nuzzle and kiss her armpit; she giggles and writhes, but can’t get away. I give the other the same treatment, and she starts swearing at me.

I don’t spend long on her armpits before lust for Kelly’s magnificent tits overcomes me. She purrs with pleasure when I start feeding on one huge mound, sucking it deep to fill my mouth with soft, springy flesh. “Fuck yeah, you big fucking stud,” she moans. “Feed on me—feast on my big titties. Bite ’em—suck on ’em—I want your hunger . . . I want—I need—your hunger for me . . .” I suck hard on her succulent melon, licking it all over and pressing my teeth into her supple titflesh. I pull off her fat, creamy boob and chew on its rubbery grapefruit-pink tip. I give her other breast the same treatment, moving back and forth between them to enjoy both. I swirl my tongue all over her sexy curves and flicker it across their swollen crowns.

It’s hard to keep my touch in Kelly’s hot pink snatch light and teasing while I go to town on her ample chest, but I manage it. It isn’t long before she’s crying for more. “Stick your fingers in my tight little hole, baby,” she mewls. “Rub my clitty—finger my pussy—make me cum—make me cum—make me cum . . .”

I bite down on the nipple in my mouth and raise my head until it pulls free. Kelly gasps as I watch her tit bounce. “Beg for it, slut,” I growl. “Beg for it like the filthy cockwhore you are. Beg like the dirty fuckslave you want to be. You’re my little fucktoy now—act like it.”

Kelly moans with need. In a voice pregnant with lust, she pleads, “Please, sexy master, make me cum—make your needy little fuckdoll cum . . . Fuck her tight, slutty cunt—show her who owns her . . . Push her button . . . own her little whore pussy . . . own your little fuckwhore—make her your cum addict—make her cum over and over and over . . . please, fuckmaster . . . please . . .”

I push two fingers into Kelly’s tight sex palm-up and curl them against her G-spot. She gasps something incoherent, then detonates as soon as I touch her clit. She writhes and shakes and her girl-cum coats my hand. I pleasure her ruthlessly through her erotic explosion.

I shift down to feast on her defenseless sex, leaving my fingers sheathed in Kelly’s quivering tunnel. “Fuck,” she breathes. “Who would have thought—the cute nerd—could do this to me . . .”

“I’m just getting started, fucktoy,” I assure her. I give her wetness a long, demanding lick. “Who owns this pretty pink snatch?”

“You do, sexy master,” Kelly gasps. “Fuck I don’t believe this—but it’s true . . . I fucking need you—fucking have to have you—I’m yours—all fucking yours . . .”

I wiggle my fingers in her tight box, and she squeals. “And who owns this hot, wet cunt?”

“You do,” she gasps again.

I suck hard on her pearl and hum the bass riff to “I Want You Back.” Kelly explodes again. I trade places and guzzle her pouring nectar, then plunge my tongue into her juicebox and thumb her clit to make her flood my mouth again. She writhes and screams beneath me, cumming multiple times as I keep eating her. Finally I lift my head. “And what does that make you?” I growl.

“I’m your personal cumslut, sexy master,” Kelly moans hungrily. “I’m your devoted little whore—your dirty fuckslave—your filthy cock addict—your cumdumpster . . . Own my little whore cunt, fuckmaster—own my tight body with your beautiful fuckstick . . . own me . . . own me . . .”

“Oh, I will,” I assure her in a low voice. “You’re my tight little whore—mine to fuck whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, and mine alone—and I intend to use you to the full.”

“This is so fucking hot,” Kelly groans. “Take me, fuckmaster—own me—use me—fuck me ’til I can’t walk—’til I can barely move—whenever you want . . . I fucking need your big fucking cock—need it pounding my tight fucking cunt . . . fuck me, sexy master . . . please fuck me . . .”

“I will, slut,” I growl. “Right now.”