Pounding Play

I moan aloud, trying my best to smile back at her, but it elicits no response; the ball gag makes it rather hard to see the difference. Managing not to sigh, I find myself rather excited, nodding back their way. That did the trick, and I find myself being led into the back seat. As if in a trance, I find myself lying on my back, my head bumping into the driver's side. My legs spread wide, I giggle as I watch him closely, though even that sound is distorted by the ball gag.

My arms bound behind my back, running down my spine, I find myself rather anticipating what is yet to come. He does not disappoint, crawling in eagerly over me. In a flash, his cockl is out, the stiff member hanging inches above me. He leans forward, and I feel his breath keenly on my skin as he kisses my neck.

I moan, my head tilting to one side, giving him better access as my eyes flutter shut. I moan, orgasming easily, my back arching at his touch. I felt his hand cupping my left breast, his head moving down from my right side, moving downward slowly to my left breast.

Pleasure coursing through me, I rise up a bit, my back lifting me upward as I relish the intimacy of his touch. I lurch a bit as the car gets moving. Not that I cared much, finding myself so focused on my desire, my pleasure coursing through me. I orgasm easily as his cock rushes across me, brushing across my clit with surprising force.

Desire flowing through me, I felt his cock plunge into my shaved mound, stretching me out as he claims me. I moan out, as loud as I can, as his member drives deep into my willing, helpless body. I felt his grip tightly on me, his cock thundering in and out slowly, each time stopping with the tip quivering on the edge of my shaved mound. Each pause resulted in his cock thrusting deep into me, claiming me roughly for his desires, his pleasures.

My new mistress drives us around, occasionally looking back, smirking as I'm used in her back seat. I felt myself orgasm again, feeling him roughly, forcefully pounding himself into me, deeper each time. His right hand moves to my waist, gripping tightly to me, while his left holds onto the car.

Feeling my pleasure rising swiftly, I felt myself orgasm with increasing frequency, as he pounds his cock deep into me. I cry out, feeling myself being used and enjoying every moment of it. I climax hard as his balls bounce into my pussy lips. I felt his lips close tightly on my right nipple, rubbing his tongue across it before pinching it between his teeth.

He keeps pounding my pussy as I do my best to remain in place, even as I find myself risking being jostled this way and that as she drives us around. Each rough pound of his member into me shoves me back several inches, shoving me toward the driver's side, and I barely manage to push back in time for this next rough, forceful thrust into me.

Letting my orgasmic cry out, as loud as I can, I fully embrace what's going on, knowing he's claiming me for his own ends, but my only desire was that he keep it up. He takes his time, as I gasp through the ball gag, my muscles tense as he uses me.

Flashes of light pass by my closed eyes, my focus on holding still, being used and desiring more. He pauses after each thrust, now holding his cock buried deep inside me, pulling out and thrusting himself in deep. My moans are uneven, coarse and hoarse. The sound is primal and savage; I feel myself do my best not to buckle under the onslaught, enjoying how he is pleasing himself with me.

His speed suddenly increases then, as if on cue, pounding me swift as a drill, while remaining rough and forefull. My mind explodes, and pleasure and desire race through me, what little concern or hesitation evaporating in a moment of sheer erotic feeling. I cry out, feeling his cock pumping me hard, claiming me maddeningly fast and rough.

Doing my best to cling in place, my cries uneven, my worldview shrinks down to just what I'm feeling, what he's doing to please himself with me. No delay or chance to recover, he simply pounds himself into me, and I lose track of how long it lasts, though I climax hard as his load explodes deep into me.

His speed keeps up, and I feel yet more being sent into my intimate curves, painting my insides with his salty load. He does not slow down or stop until it's all been unleashed within me. Finally pulling out, I hear myself gasping as he puts himself back together. Getting up next to me, I see my new mistress looking back at us. "Feel better now?" she asks, a lopsided grin plastering his face.

He smiles back while I lie there, catching my breath, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. He looks about, as if a different person, nodding before he replies, "Much better, thanks.... May need more of this later, though."

She smirks back, a dominant look forming on her face, as she relaxes in the driver's seat. "Don't worry about that. She 'aight going anywhere. She's mine to keep, remember?"

He nods back, getting up. I let out a gasp, giggling as he drags me out of the back seat. My feet touch the ground first, and suddenly I'm hauled out, brought up swiftly upright. I take a moment to catch my balance, wobbling in place, suddenly grateful as he grabs hold of the bonds on my arms.

I try to smile before realising it would be hard to see. Our faces within inches of each other, I giggle as he looks my nakedness over in tight scrutiny, staring intently at me. Suddenly, my new mistress is at my side, smirking as she grabs hold of my leash.

Obediently, I move over to her, feeling the coolness of the spring air in stark contrast to the warmth of his body heat. I felt goosebumps forming across every inch of my skin, my nipples standing out hard, my bosom feeling hard with them.

I let out a moan, submissively wrapping my right arm around her, pressing myself against her. She brushes a hand through my hair, looking me over closely, while I feel his salty load swirling gently deep inside me.

I let out a soft moan, and she smiles back, "My, such a horny one, aren't you? Don't worry, my dear sluty-wuty, I'll make sure you are well cared for." I let out a sigh, resting my head on her breasts, enjoying what I'm hearing.

Soon, he invites him in, and we all go into her house on the edge of town together. The light turns on, and I'm led about... but not to her bedroom.

I gasp, ejoying heer gently touch, finding myself standing in a smaller room. I'm left to stand there for a moment before she declares, "Help me with her."

He nods back, a broad smile shining from his face as I ponder what they're after. I gasp as my arms are suddenly unbound, before being brought out and upward. As I watch, my arms are spread wide apart, being chained to hang from chains, connected to hooks on the ceiling above.

I gasp, surprised and strangely intrigued at what's going on. In a flash, I almost lose my balance, having to rely on those same chains to stay upright as each one grabs a leg. I watch on, eyes going wide, surprised, as my legs are bound far apart next.

I felt something pressed deep into my pussy, as she stood before me, a smug, dominant expression shining brightly from her face. She make me wait, the ball gag still buried deep down my mouth, as she stepped around and away. "This little test will be to see how well you can endure sexual stimuli, slowly administered, of course, over an extended period.

I felt the device turn on, pumping in and out, vibrating the whole time. Before I can orgasm, or get any pleasure from it, really, it turns off. Her smile slowly grows. "Well, we'll see... have a good night, my dear."

With that, they walk out, the door remaining open as they leave, the light turning off. I'm left to ponder what she means, as my heart rate slows and my breathing grows more regular. I felt myself relax as I start to fall asleep. That's when the vibrator turns on, suddenly bringing me to full wakefulness, as I gasp out. I felt it vibrating and rubbing in and out. Once more, it cuts off before I could feel the release, and once more I start to head to sleep.

Each time, it turns on, waking me up, not letting me sleep or find release from it. The night passes incredibly slowly, and eventually sunlight sighs through a window I had not even noticed was there the night prior. Eventually she walks up, coffee cup in hand. As she approaches, I notice groggily what she's wearing: a pink lingerie nightie lightly clinging to her. Most of her breasts are exposed, her nipples revealingly highlighted by the sheer lace fabric. It hands down to just bearly below her pussy.

As she walks closer, I vaguely saw it poking out from underneath, giving me a peak show of her inimate folds and their shape from between her legs. He's not long behind, wearing a black t-shirt and matching sleep trousers. I felt the vibrator turn on just then, giving me a start, but it turned off soon after, leaving me more frustrated than anything else.

As they move to stand close, I notice they are talking; I just caught on mid-conversation. "... See, seems to take it rather well, all things considered. She would do well as a stripper, but what do you think?