Bound & Pound

I find myself being, perhaps to my surprise enjoying being naked before the camera, even blowing a kiss his way. He chuckles, walking back, placing a collar around my neck as our lips meet. My eyes flutter close as we make out, my body melting into his. I let out a gasp as his hand cups around my ass, goosing it tightly, his left hand wrapped around me tightly. I moaned, louder than before, wrapping my arms around him. I let out a surprised gasp as he lifts me up high, kissing my lips, his right hand cupping rightly onto my ass. I cry out as pleasure erupts through me, as he spins me around.

He stops, and I find myself leaning over the couch, and he's behind me. In a moment, I felt his cock rubbing across my shaved mound, even as he pulled hard on my hair. My legs spread wide, and I let out a loud, moan, "AAAAhhhh AaaahUUHH", as pleasure shot through me, expecting what was likely to happen, and finding myself eagerly awaiting it. He paused then, rubbing his cock around my shaved mound, "AAAAaaa Fucck .... Fuck me ... AAuuuughh." I cry out, and hear him coyly whispering, "What's that, Whore?"

I hear my breath, as I take a raspy breath before I manage to repeat, louder than before, "AAAHHahhhHHH FUUUuuuuCCK. MMEEEE PleaseEEEE!", followed by a loud, primal orgasmic cry". The pair chuckled and the moan behind me grabbed me tightly around the waist, followed quickly by his cock plunging deep into my pussy. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as his rock-hard member impaled itself deep into me. I moaned, my breath raspy, holding on tight to the couch I was bent over, as his cock plunged slowly out of me, pausing at the tip for several, agonizing moments. I felt his hand pull on my red locks, yanking my head back, his right hand gripping tightly to my side, and my back arching as his cock finally thundered back into me, forcefully stretching me upon it.

I orgasmed hard as his cock stretched me out roughly, plowing deep into me, and I cried out loudly, my cry primal, ragged, and savage. I clung ever harder than before to keep myself in place as his cock pulled out, paused, and then plunged back into me. 'He's playing with me for the camera, I released, though I found myself not caring why he sought to use me, so long as he kept at it. I moaned aloud as he started to slowly plow his cock into me, pausing between each rough, powerful stroke. Practically helpless to him, I find myself all too ready and willing to let him have his way with me, as I orgasm again. I see the camera, watching every moment, as he took me for a show, and of course, his own pleasure. An act I found myself all too willing to indulge in.

I felt his right-hand move from grasping to rubbing my ass, slapping it hard, eliciting me to cry out, loud as I could, as the palm of his hand smacked down hard on my ass. I cried out, as I orgasmed from the pleasure and the pain, enjoying it all. His thrusts started to become rhythmic, a pattern to it, each time his cock was thundering deeper into me than before, and I climaxed as his balls finally slapped ... no, smashed, into my thatch. Followed soon the palm of his right hand slapping my ass hard. I held myself in place, as well as I could, shoving my body back up into place after each pounding, shouting my orgasmic cries as loud as I could, not caring whom mare hear, and knowing it was all being done for show.

Not that I minded, of course ... I just wanted more, or so I felt just then. My only thought was for more, a concept they were more than willing to provide, as he used me for his own ends. I shouted out as his cock pounded deep into me in slow, powerful thrusts, pulling me forward and back. I cared not how long we were at it, enjoin every moment of it, and desiring nothing else. I felt his right hand switching from grasping to slapping as he claimed before the camera, clearly enjoying every moment, as he used me for his own desires. Not that I minded, of course. Just then, my orgasms by now quite regular, he increased in speed, smiling at the camera, before turning his gaze back at me, his thrusts growing faster each time until his rough, forceful thrusts were hitting me without a pause between, pounding me like a high powered drill.

I cried out in reply, my primal cries punctuated with encouragement as he pounded me swiftly, each rhythmical thrust pounding it roughly deep into me, rocking me back and forward each time his cock plunged deep into me. I hollered out loud as I could, enjoying every moment of it, climbing as his load exploded deep within my willing and helpless body. His speed increased, though just as forceful, as he extracted yet more, plying it deep inside me. Once he was satisfied, he pulled himself out, and I gasped aloud, feeling both the emptiness left from him pulling out of me, not to mention what he left buried inside me. As I caught my breath, his hold on my hair and side finally letting go, and I could tell the camera was moving about me, as his partner zooms around me slowly. Most notable was my shaved mound, which was poked at by one of them. I moaned, softly now, as I felt some of what was left inside me drip out, snickering at the sight.

Once satisfied, he zipped himself up, leaving me to sprawl across the back of the couch for several seconds. I felt myself being grabbed up then, and I submissively went along with it, followed quickly by the collar having a leash attached to it. I held myself still, held close to him once more. I felt it being tested, before turning me toward the door, and shoving me out the door, "That went quite well, but I'd like to try the whore out in a more public, risque location. Come along, you'd enjoy this?"

I felt myself shoved forward, stopping at the end of the leash. I heard him chuckle as he walked around me, rubbing his hand along my side, and I gasp, moaning softly at the touch. I held my arms at my sides, my legs spread slightly, and once she passed me, I followed behind, doing my best to keep the leash from growing taunt. The whole time, I'm being recorded by his partner. They pursued to lock up, leaving my naked body exposed, catching the gaze of several passersby. After several seconds, I was led out and back out into the street, for a goal they only knew, and every moment was recorded for their own ends.