"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun."
“Don’t you remember me telling you, that if you couldn’t stay standing, your pussy would be in so much trouble? It doesn’t matter how sensitive it is, you just have to take it until I want to stop.”
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Cheerleading practice was long over, though Emma’s workout was only just beginning.
She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her teammates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already developed with the coach.
She was just a newcomer, and these girls saw her as a threat. They wanted to show her where she stood.
Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waiting patiently for their prey.
The moment Emma entered the bedroom, she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her, yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible. From the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine, as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly, the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.
It’s not the restraints that make you helpless, what makes you so utterly helpless is just how much your tender flower craves the softness of my warm, slippery tongue.
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You look down and beg them to let you come this time. Yet still they continue, over and over again, relentlessly bringing you to that pinnacle..
Every time you pull against the handcuffs, every time you try and close your thighs to their onslaught, it makes your torment so much sweeter.
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Feeling his lips pressing to her very core. He feasts on the centre of her sex, savouring the essence of pleasure itself; there is nothing more erotic, nothing more sensuous.
Continue reading“I’m going to suck on your pretty little pussy now. Do not put your hands on my head at all, whether to hold me or to push me away. Understand? If you fail, I’m tying that Hitachi wand against your clit for an hour.”
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One hour? Two hours?
How long had they tortured her like this?
Time did not seem to exist anymore, all that existed in her world was the burning need within her sex, within her very core.
“P… Please… Pleeease… Oh God… Oh God… PLEASE!!!” she begged, to no reply.
She was wary about going back with them, but she had no idea this is what they had in store for her. The seduction had been fun, incredibly erotic, yet she was unaware that this was all part of their typical ploy. Once the three women had seduced her, had her all alone with them, they knew she was all theirs.
Naked and helpless, the teasing started slow, as always. A few times being brought to the edge was an unusual experience for their targets, such intense build up stirred things within them that they had never felt before. Taken playfully at first, it isn’t long until it turns to frustration… then to need… then to desperation.
They take it in turns, continuously and unrelentingly feasting on her sex, relishing in the helpless girl’s torture.
It never takes too long until the tears start to flow; it merely makes them lick, suck, fondle and tease even more.
She moans, she screams, she begs…
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You will be the canvas to which I’ll apply every shade and stroke of pleasure.
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No matter where we go, no matter where we are…. you are mine.
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