"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."
Never had she expected that a little game they had played during a night out would come back to haunt her, yet here she was, tied spread-eagle to the bed at her housemate’s mercy.
”30 minutes for every guy who buys you a drink.’’
It hadn’t seemed too dangerous…
It’s a pattern I’ll repeat over and over again…
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“That’s it, come for me. I want to watch you throw your head back, and hear the change of tone in your moans as you realise that I’m not stopping, no matter how much your eyes plead with me.”
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I gasp soft sweet syllables like wordless poetry, my wrists bound, my body yours.
Time slows down as your fingertips play havoc within me; I try to meet your gaze, yet pleasure clouds my view, sparks of light in a sea of darkness.
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“Keep your body spread open for me. I know exactly how every sensation feels; the little stabs of pleasure every time my fingers slide over your clit, the jolt that streams through your spine with every slap to your pussy, the throb of your convulsing hole as my fingers get so close to entering you. I know just how it feels and just what you want… it means that I also know just how to keep pushing you further.”
Continue readingThe two lecturers assaulted the girl’s sex with their mouths, not even giving her a chance to plead for mercy. Gone were the days that they could let this girl get away with such cheek; now the time was right to show her how they have always truly wanted to punish her. Their tongues worked in unison over the defenceless girl’s pussy, constantly devouring her sensitive flower. No matter how much she tried to free her hands or sway her hips away, their tongues constantly found that swollen clitoris, feverishly lapping away at it as one: almost as if punishing her for daring to try and pull away.
Continue readingShe loves the way the little spasms in your stomach seem to follow the slight touches of her tongue. When she repeats this little pattern over and over again, you realise that she is going to take her time with you no matter how much your pussy is dripping with anticipation. It is so rare that she gets you in such a position as this, with you completely at her mercy; this is a situation to savour. You can rock your hips and moan sweetly as much as you want. Nothing will rush her.
She made me promise not to join in. To be honest, simply being able to watch and film this is privilege enough. Yet still, she told me not to interrupt, particularly when you are screaming out with the need to come. I can see the way she loves it when your hips start to rotate as she brings you close to orgasm. I didn’t expect her to stop so abruptly, just as you were about to come, yet there is something so intoxicating about seeing her go through the cycle again and again.
It certainly is getting harder to do nothing and just watch you being teased like this. Still, I carry on filming, realising why she said we’d need a lot of space on the camera’s SD card… she really is taking her time with you.
Continue reading Just Watching…That one moment in particular they crave. They adore the first orgasm, as well as all of the screaming for it to stop, that it’s too much; even the struggling amuses them, when she tries to fend them both off in a futile bid to protect herself from the cruel pleasures forced upon her. Yet it is that one brief moment which truly turns them on. The few seconds after she’s told them that she can’t possibly come again, then that shocked realisation that even though her pussy is so overly sensitive, even though every muscle in her body is straining to get away from the vibration, she is inevitably about to climax once again. That wonderful look of disbelief, her eyes open in shock, her mouth agape, a brief window of silence as the orgasmic tide rushes through her. They love that moment so much that they’ll want to see it again and again and again.
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Always the star of the show, always the perfect princess, yet now they were going to bring her back down to reality. The changing room was empty, nobody to scream out for; she could beg and cry out all she wanted to, nobody was coming.
However long it took, whether it was 5 minutes or 5 hours, this was not going to stop, not until their goal was met… to make their rival come until she passed out. Just as they had hoped, the orgasms quickly started to become so intense, her pussy so sensitive, that she was soon praying for the release of unconsciousness to end this orgasmic torture.
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No matter how much she begged and pleaded, she was nothing more than a plaything, a pleasure doll to use at their whim.
She had been able to read the two girls for a while, almost sensing the seductive glares they gave her. Yet her admission that she had fantasised about a lesbian experience pushed these two sultry-eyed vixens to a new level of desire.
Something within her tried to stop herself from agreeing to the card game, knowing that they’d make sure she lost, knowing they’d use her forfeit as a way to take control of her, yet still, she carried on.
If she had realised they were cheating, that it had all been carefully planned for them to beat her so easily, would she have stopped them? Would she have even wanted them to stop?
“You have to obey us for the rest of the weekend… we’re going to make you our little sex slave.”
The words caught fire within her, yet she did not run, did not hide away, did not protest; something long hidden away seemed to yearn for this, for these two girls to dominate her in a way she had never believed could become a reality.
That was a full week ago, since then they have teased and tormented her every single day, the prospect of granting her an orgasm keeping her constantly at their beck and call. Every day, they took pictures of her in such states of need, always keeping her in the same position; knowing exactly what was to happen made it all the more unbearable. The craving within her kept her coming back for more, kept her from disobeying them, keeping herself denied of an orgasm every night, that swollen pussy dripping wet as soon as they came around to the house.
The girls undressed her every day so slowly it hurt; those soft touches and glancing fingernails across such delicate skin were too much to bear, yet this internal conflict was exactly what these two girls were after. They watched as, time and again, this seemingly sweet, innocent girl’s body shuddered with frustration as the panties were left on once more, sucking and nibbling every exposed inch of flesh before sliding the little vibrator in place. The moment it pressed to the girl’s soaking-wet sensitivity, the squeal that filled the room made them smirk in triumph. They left it there and sat back to watch the display, to bathe in the delight.
It was pure torment; knowing that they were watching her, surveying the bucking of her hips and the arching of her back, made it more erotic than she could have ever imagined. These sensations drove her to maddening heights, though she dared not disobey, forced to keep her hands away from herself and from the vibrator. The girls would control the device at their whim, pushing her to the very edge, turning it down to hold her there until it was a writhing agony.
They knew every sensation and could almost feel the anguish it was giving, the torture of such constant denial, yet seeing this girl under their complete control was like nothing else. The whimpers, moans, screams and pleas for an orgasm that would not come kept them soaking wet.
“We’re going to masturbate now, just keep your hands away from your pussy and the vibe, and don’t you dare look down at us… just listen to the sounds of us enjoying you.”
The soft, wet sounds of two girls masturbating to her, the tight panties trapping that unforgiving vibration against her, the sensations of total submission… it was all too much. Everything within her screamed out to let herself come, to give in to what her body ached for, yet no matter how much her thighs shook and her body trembled, she would remain their pleasure doll until they finally showed mercy.
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