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not following instructions?”
    He came forward and fingered my
lips. The temptation was too great, I took his index
finger in my mouth and sucked. Warren moaned and allowed his finger to be my play thing . I sucked to the second knuckle until he pulled
his finger slowly out.
    “You seem to know what sucking is,”
he said. “So there’s no excuse.” He released his belt and pants button,
unzipped his slacks and slipped his formal wear and underwear off. From my
upside down perspective his cock pointed its weeping eye at me from under his
shirt. I licked my lips waiting for the opportunity to take him in.
    “When I say suck my cock, I
mean open your mouth and suck my cock. Let me demonstrate for you.” Warren
pinched my nose and guided his stiff rod into my mouth. His first stroke glided
easily enough inside but he’d only pushed in half way. He let go of my nose and
let me breath again. At the next stroke, the base of his cock touched my lips
and his length went down my throat.
    He laid a hand over my neck and
started pumping. “I can feel my cock slide down your throat.” Warren said. His
strokes came harder. His balls slapped between the bridge of my nose and I
couldn’t breathe during the times his sac was buried in my face.
    Taking his full length upside
down was easy. I hardly gagged even though he pounded down to the very end of
his cock. His thrusts, and his hand over my throat, was so arousing I worried
I’d smear an orgasm on his desk. His well-trimmed bush tickled my chin every
time he pushed in all the way.
    I wanted to swallow him over
and over. His hold of my neck was a possessive but light grip. Taking his cock
over and over tasted like a delicate pastry. Warm, soft and delicious. My arms
and legs spread wide open, my body there for him to gaze upon. I couldn’t see
him but I was betting he was getting a good look at me. His other hand brushed
over my breast and tweaked my nipple. I jolted and stretched
out, taking more of him in my mouth.
    “Oh god,” he moaned. Warren
started mewling little cries. So sexy. I might be the
one in chains but I wasn’t the only one being tortured. My lips sucked and I
squirmed to take more of him. Twisting and curling my tongue, I tried suckling
every last moan out of him. I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine his
expression from his sumptuous wails. Listening to his cries, listening to him
let go of his external shield made this whole predicament worth the price. If
this was how Warren liked it, and if his cries rang out every time we had sex,
I could do this every day.
    He leaned over and his fingers
gently probed my wet folds. His thrusts became deeper but also shallower. The
press of his hips against my face enflamed my clit. I tried lifting my knees up
in response to his fingers slicking across my folds and came up short. My cuffs
held tight to my ankles. The glide of his fingers ignited a fierce drive to
grind and pump my hips.
    This was so good. His cock
shoved down my throat, his hands playing with my clit, my nipples puckered and
aching, even the restriction of my arms and legs burned in arousal I hadn’t
felt. I was losing control along with Warren. His cries spurred me, seduced
more effort from me, and I clenched my pussy, trying desperately to prevent
myself from coming. But each moan, every breathless cry escaping from Warren’s
throat, all of it drove me further down the black abyss to orgasm.
    I strained against my bonds.
Knowing I couldn’t get free, couldn’t do what I wanted, being controlled was
more enticing than I’d ever thought possible. Yes, bind me, have me, be the
authority of my pleasure.
    Warren spread my lower lips
apart and gently tapped on the hard nub between my folds. It was like a
spanking for my clit. I cried out through a mouthful of dick. The vibrations
shaking my lips resonated around Warren’s cock and he huffed out, “Fuck!”
    He moved with a certain amount
of impatience, and I loved finding the chinks in his