Make love...ish

Leaning down, your face hovers just above Emma’s hips before kissing just above her pubic patch. Your hands delicately roam her thighs as your mouth slowly travels up her body. You lick and kiss a trail along her abdomen, her tummy giggle as you tickle her navel with the tip of your tongue. Your hands travel to her hips as your mouth reaches her chest. Emma’s breathing quickens as she slips her bound hands over your head and presses her arms to the sides of her chest, your nose sliding along her cleavage as your breath warms her soft mounds. You travel further, nibbling on her long neck as Emma gasps. Soon you are looking into her eyes, a wanting gaze piercing through you as you run your hand through her short brown hair.

Your lips meet hers as you first softly, then quite forcefully kiss. Emma moans into your mouth as you push your tongue into her mouth. Emma’s bound arms squeeze you tightly as your tongues twirl around each other, the abused girl lightly biting you as your penis rubs her thoroughly bruised clit. “Take me, sir,” Emma moans into your ear as you kiss her neck.

Your rigid cock needs no more encouragement and you take aim at her slit. A pained look crosses her face, but you are surprised by how wet she is despite, or maybe because of, her beating. Mindful of your handiwork, you take her gently, slowly sliding into her tight little tunnel, made tighter by the plug filling her ass. As you reach under her and wiggle the base of her plug, you can feel the long cone pressing against the thin wall of flesh between the two holes. You slowly rock in and out of Emma, your cock grinding against the butt plug as you fill her. Emma stares into your eyes as your finger ever so delicately rubs her sore nipple, her mouth agape as you gently ride her. “Please, sir. Don’t go easy on me. I’m your slut.”

“That’s how you want it?“ You respond to Emma’s words by squeezing her breast as you slam down into her. Emma moans loudly as she nods enthusiastically. You pick up the pace of your fucking, your short strokes keeping you deep in cunt as her legs pull against the rope holding them wide. You wrap your arm around her back, holding Emma’s body tightly against you as you reach down and squeeze her red ass. “Ahhhh! That’s it. Fuck your slut! Oh…oh… I‘m your whore….” Emma moans uncontrollably in your ear as her pussy clings to your throbbing prick, her muscles trying to coax out your special delivery. Emma babbles in your ear, “Yeah, I’m gon… I’m goin….I’m…” Suddenly, you feel wetness hit your balls as Emma’s climaxing pussy squirts juices around your invading meat. The trembling girl stares blankly as she loses control to the warmth passing through her body, and the sight of the gorgeous young star wracked in orgasmic ecstasy pushes you over the edge, too. Your cock pulses as jet after jet pumps into her, flooding her womb and coating your cock. You rest on top of Emma as your cock continues to twitch inside, her vaginal muscles milking every last drop of your seed. When you finally pull out, a thick stream of semen flows out her open slit and onto the mattress.

Feeling spent, you lie in bliss beside Emma. “I don’t know what makes a girl like you want to do something like this, but, damn, you are good at it.”

“Why, thank you. I guess I just get bored with guys being star struck, so I want some to take control.”

“You know, if you wanted to, you could probably wiggle out of that tape and the knots on your ankles are easy to undo. I’m sure you could get to the phone on landing upstairs while I nap if you really wanted to.”