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Authors: Ann Vremont
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breakdown and Craig's inevitable rejection.
He pushed his fingers, still wet with my juice, into my mouth, lightly fucking the cavity before his tongue replaced his hands. Once all traces of my flavor were removed, he tongued a path to one nipple, biting and licking as he pinched and pulled its twin.
I couldn't stop shaking. Any second, he would tease a moan from me. Even with the constant patter of rain and far off thunder, the audience would hear my capitulation. Would they laugh then? Would my soft mewls goad one of the women into exposing me as an imposter, a chubby pretender who had no right to Craig's body or affection?
"Baby, we're the only two people in the entire universe right now." His nails scratching lightly over the curve of my stomach, he stretched his torso to claim my mouth again. Soft licks at the corner coaxed my lips apart. "You can see that it's just us."
I said nothing. The blindfold was a device to relax me, but it couldn't fool my senses into believing we were alone.
"The only sounds are the ones we're making, baby." His fingers spread my labia. "Let me hear you moan."
I tensed against his attempts to draw any response from me.
His touch retreated, breaking my heart with each second of its absence. In the dark, with just the storm playing, I had no sense of how long it was before he touched me again. It felt like an eternity had passed when I finally felt the brush of his hair against my thighs.
"You will moan for me, Valerie. You'll moan and come and call me love ." His lips whispered up and down my sex, tormenting me with the need for more pressure. I tested the restraints in my frustration but couldn't lift my hips well enough to push against his face.
"Your pussy is weeping, baby."
All of me wept. Sweat escaped my pores and the blindfold was fast becoming damp at the sides from my tears.
Pinching my labia apart, Craig took his first lick and ripped a moan from my protesting throat. I immediately clamped down on it, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. Those smug, leering men from the restaurants were right. I was powerless to deny Craig my pleasure. I would do anything he wanted, even if it meant I would hate myself later.
He rewarded my noise with a push of two fingers inside my wet cunt. "Such an aching sound, love."
His lips returned to my clit, the firm suction of his mouth like a fist punching through my resistance. I squirmed, each moan involuntary as I slowly surrendered. Bullying the nodule tucked inside the hood, he pushed me closer and closer to release.
Uncertain whether my climax was forbidden without his permission, I panted small supplications for him to let me come.
He didn't. Retreating from my flesh once more, Craig unzipped a bag. Unidentifiable sounds followed then I heard the squirt and squelch of fluid. He placed two pieces of cold metal on my chest. It took me a few seconds before I realized their shape -- a small padlock and key. He had somehow arranged for that intimidating plug that opened like an alien flower to be delivered to Cathedral. He intended to use it on me for the first time in front of strangers.
My stomach tightened and I bit at my lips before my tongue betrayed me.
"You're going to come for me, going to tell me you love me," he whispered, his mouth against my ear. "Not once, but many times."
Resuming his position between my legs, Craig worked the plug into my anus. With the petals shut, it was only an inch and a half in diameter at its thickest. The lube eased its insertion, but I could feel my muscles stretching at the intrusion. When he had the full diameter at the rim's threshold, he teased it back and forth, the muscle relaxing and stretching over and over until I started to squirm and liquid drooled from my cunt down my perineum.
Seeing the dance in my hips, he brushed his mouth against my inner thigh, slid the full length of the plug inside me and made that first twist that opened the petals. Giving my body time to adjust, he stood and
He pushed his fingers, still wet with my juice, into my mouth, lightly fucking the cavity before his tongue replaced his hands. Once all traces of my flavor were removed, he tongued a path to one nipple, biting and licking as he pinched and pulled its twin.
I couldn't stop shaking. Any second, he would tease a moan from me. Even with the constant patter of rain and far off thunder, the audience would hear my capitulation. Would they laugh then? Would my soft mewls goad one of the women into exposing me as an imposter, a chubby pretender who had no right to Craig's body or affection?
"Baby, we're the only two people in the entire universe right now." His nails scratching lightly over the curve of my stomach, he stretched his torso to claim my mouth again. Soft licks at the corner coaxed my lips apart. "You can see that it's just us."
I said nothing. The blindfold was a device to relax me, but it couldn't fool my senses into believing we were alone.
"The only sounds are the ones we're making, baby." His fingers spread my labia. "Let me hear you moan."
I tensed against his attempts to draw any response from me.
His touch retreated, breaking my heart with each second of its absence. In the dark, with just the storm playing, I had no sense of how long it was before he touched me again. It felt like an eternity had passed when I finally felt the brush of his hair against my thighs.
"You will moan for me, Valerie. You'll moan and come and call me love ." His lips whispered up and down my sex, tormenting me with the need for more pressure. I tested the restraints in my frustration but couldn't lift my hips well enough to push against his face.
"Your pussy is weeping, baby."
All of me wept. Sweat escaped my pores and the blindfold was fast becoming damp at the sides from my tears.
Pinching my labia apart, Craig took his first lick and ripped a moan from my protesting throat. I immediately clamped down on it, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. Those smug, leering men from the restaurants were right. I was powerless to deny Craig my pleasure. I would do anything he wanted, even if it meant I would hate myself later.
He rewarded my noise with a push of two fingers inside my wet cunt. "Such an aching sound, love."
His lips returned to my clit, the firm suction of his mouth like a fist punching through my resistance. I squirmed, each moan involuntary as I slowly surrendered. Bullying the nodule tucked inside the hood, he pushed me closer and closer to release.
Uncertain whether my climax was forbidden without his permission, I panted small supplications for him to let me come.
He didn't. Retreating from my flesh once more, Craig unzipped a bag. Unidentifiable sounds followed then I heard the squirt and squelch of fluid. He placed two pieces of cold metal on my chest. It took me a few seconds before I realized their shape -- a small padlock and key. He had somehow arranged for that intimidating plug that opened like an alien flower to be delivered to Cathedral. He intended to use it on me for the first time in front of strangers.
My stomach tightened and I bit at my lips before my tongue betrayed me.
"You're going to come for me, going to tell me you love me," he whispered, his mouth against my ear. "Not once, but many times."
Resuming his position between my legs, Craig worked the plug into my anus. With the petals shut, it was only an inch and a half in diameter at its thickest. The lube eased its insertion, but I could feel my muscles stretching at the intrusion. When he had the full diameter at the rim's threshold, he teased it back and forth, the muscle relaxing and stretching over and over until I started to squirm and liquid drooled from my cunt down my perineum.
Seeing the dance in my hips, he brushed his mouth against my inner thigh, slid the full length of the plug inside me and made that first twist that opened the petals. Giving my body time to adjust, he stood and
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