John’s Feast

John felt more alive than he ever had in his entire life. From the moment he first saw that bunnysuit outfit on Lauren’s body his cock had been hard as granite and his mind flooded with sexual desire. The mental image of a woman in a playboy bunny outfit tied face-up spreadeagle on a bed had been a fantasy of his for many years, but Lauren’s bondage exceeded every version he had ever conjured up in his mind.

Mounted atop his erotic fantasy-turned-real, John fucked Lauren. He relished how she moaned through the rope gag, how she writhed and struggled but never enough to inconvenience his determined thrusts. The token resistance fueled his desire and drove him even crazier. He put his hands on her breasts and squeezed them as he penetrated, pinching her nipples through the latex, all while staring down into the helpless and powerless eyes of Lauren. He gazed at the blue of her irises while exploring her vagina with his own dick. Her blue eyes and flushed cheeks were framed by the black rope knot in her mouth and the red bunny ears.

The raw sensation of burying his dick inside his bunnygirl was more intense than any other time he and Lauren had fucked, yet mysteriously John didn’t have any problem holding back and pacing himself either. Some unknown power was lending both of them stamina to continue their fucking. Ordinarily John would have been in such an intense sexual frenzy he would have cum already. But he wasn’t just fucking, he was indulging in a feast of sexual pleasure and Lauren was the banquet.

So John feasted: a generous appetizer of fucking Lauren, followed by a side of fingering and a double-sized order of pussy licking, then another course of fucking, some nipple-sucking and groping, more pussy fucking, and all throughout a barrage of comments about how sexy Lauren looked, how helpless she was, how much John enjoyed fucking her, how she belonged to him, and how she would never escape!

“Don’t forget dessert, our owner!”

The voice came in John’s head again, as Lauren’s mouth was still filled with a rope ball-gag. John eagerly let himself build up towards orgasm, his thrusts and the sight of his bunny bound and helpless beneath him driving him higher and higher until he finally tensed up and released his load of cum inside of Lauren, herself thrown over the edge into an ocean of orgasm upon feeling his cum inside her.

Both gasped for air, collapsing in exhaustion, whatever invisible **** giving them energy to continue their exertions now dissipating.

“Mmm, that was delicious! You both have provided me much more power!”