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Authors: Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom
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flailing with the sharp twist of my head.
The sound of the ripping fabric of my dress and my body jerking from his brutal assault now reinforced my attention on him. My pretty dress was being ripped straight up the center, his fingers tearing at the silky material. Why the hell did he bother to make me wear it?
“Let’s test that theory shall we?” The shreds fell in two, some silk still on my arms and dropping to my sides, exposing my frame; naked apart from the pearls decorating me. His temper and lust were clear in his stiff posture, his glassy orbs burning through me; he was teetering on the edge and it was contagious.
He walked over to a cabinet placed next to a huge love seat then came back with what looked like a wand with a ball thing on the end. My eyes widened. Was he going to hit me with that?
“Lean back, place your hands on the table and hold yourself up on your elbows.”
“What is that?” I asked.
His eyes went to the object then devoured my body with a look, making me swallow. “Feet on the table. Legs open.”
I obeyed his command. The embers still burned on my cheek and I wouldn’t risk another blow. Twisting the bottom of the wand-looking object he sat back down in the chair, giving him a full view straight between my spilt thighs. Lifting the object, he placed it on the pearls covering me.
OH GOD!
It was vibrating, making the tiny balls tap dance over me. It was taunting and incredible. I tried to control my thoughts, to think of something else but it was impossible, the tiny rumble of the pleasure beads coated my entire pussy with a delicious pulse. He added pressure right above my clit and my hips lifted from the table to reach for the building release.
“You’re glistening, Belle, coating the pearls in your own sheen. Does that feel good?”
“No,” I growled but my heavy breathing, hard pebbled nipples and writhing hips betrayed my words.
“Do you want to cum, Belle? Leak your release and let me lap it up? Want me to bury my tongue in that hot little cunt of yours? Do you want my big thick cock to fuck your tight little hole, fill you all up?”
Oh God. His filthy mouth was building me with the tempo of his movements. That magic fucking stick thing he was using made my insides tighten the deep pull in my core.
“Do you want it, Belle? Tell me, do you want me inside you, fucking that throb you have building. Does your greedy little pussy want to be fed? I can smell you. Damn, I want to fuck you. Do you want me to?”
“Yes!” I screamed, dying a little inside. My body was ready to combust. His chuckle mocked me.
His other hand gripped the top of the pearls resting over my hips and lowered them to my thighs as he stood over me. “You really asking, Star? Does your pussy want to strangle my thick cock?”
“Damn you, Troy, just fuck me!” I screamed at him. I was sick of the games. I just wanted to get on with the inevitable and release the burn inside me.
“You asked, Star.” He dropped his fly, freeing his engorged cock. Instead of moving the pearls to the side, he used the slackened strings to cover over my entry and then without mercy, he forced his cock into the hilt, every inch of him coated in pearls.
I screamed out from the abrupt intrusion. I was snug all around him, my inner walls squeezing at him, the stroke of the balls felt unnatural in the most extraordinary way.
The smooth pearls were rough inside me, each swipe of them, along with his cock, stroking the pleasure higher and higher until all I could feel was our fucking.
There was no other sensation. No sound filtered into my head, no air filled my lungs; even my nerves had frozen, allowing only bliss to build with each plunge of him inside me.
He wasn’t gentle, his harsh grip on my skin painful and cruel but my body ignited, my pussy clutching him tight so he couldn’t escape from me.
I yelped when I was suddenly flipped over, the pleasure suddenly disappearing when he pulled out and squashed
The sound of the ripping fabric of my dress and my body jerking from his brutal assault now reinforced my attention on him. My pretty dress was being ripped straight up the center, his fingers tearing at the silky material. Why the hell did he bother to make me wear it?
“Let’s test that theory shall we?” The shreds fell in two, some silk still on my arms and dropping to my sides, exposing my frame; naked apart from the pearls decorating me. His temper and lust were clear in his stiff posture, his glassy orbs burning through me; he was teetering on the edge and it was contagious.
He walked over to a cabinet placed next to a huge love seat then came back with what looked like a wand with a ball thing on the end. My eyes widened. Was he going to hit me with that?
“Lean back, place your hands on the table and hold yourself up on your elbows.”
“What is that?” I asked.
His eyes went to the object then devoured my body with a look, making me swallow. “Feet on the table. Legs open.”
I obeyed his command. The embers still burned on my cheek and I wouldn’t risk another blow. Twisting the bottom of the wand-looking object he sat back down in the chair, giving him a full view straight between my spilt thighs. Lifting the object, he placed it on the pearls covering me.
OH GOD!
It was vibrating, making the tiny balls tap dance over me. It was taunting and incredible. I tried to control my thoughts, to think of something else but it was impossible, the tiny rumble of the pleasure beads coated my entire pussy with a delicious pulse. He added pressure right above my clit and my hips lifted from the table to reach for the building release.
“You’re glistening, Belle, coating the pearls in your own sheen. Does that feel good?”
“No,” I growled but my heavy breathing, hard pebbled nipples and writhing hips betrayed my words.
“Do you want to cum, Belle? Leak your release and let me lap it up? Want me to bury my tongue in that hot little cunt of yours? Do you want my big thick cock to fuck your tight little hole, fill you all up?”
Oh God. His filthy mouth was building me with the tempo of his movements. That magic fucking stick thing he was using made my insides tighten the deep pull in my core.
“Do you want it, Belle? Tell me, do you want me inside you, fucking that throb you have building. Does your greedy little pussy want to be fed? I can smell you. Damn, I want to fuck you. Do you want me to?”
“Yes!” I screamed, dying a little inside. My body was ready to combust. His chuckle mocked me.
His other hand gripped the top of the pearls resting over my hips and lowered them to my thighs as he stood over me. “You really asking, Star? Does your pussy want to strangle my thick cock?”
“Damn you, Troy, just fuck me!” I screamed at him. I was sick of the games. I just wanted to get on with the inevitable and release the burn inside me.
“You asked, Star.” He dropped his fly, freeing his engorged cock. Instead of moving the pearls to the side, he used the slackened strings to cover over my entry and then without mercy, he forced his cock into the hilt, every inch of him coated in pearls.
I screamed out from the abrupt intrusion. I was snug all around him, my inner walls squeezing at him, the stroke of the balls felt unnatural in the most extraordinary way.
The smooth pearls were rough inside me, each swipe of them, along with his cock, stroking the pleasure higher and higher until all I could feel was our fucking.
There was no other sensation. No sound filtered into my head, no air filled my lungs; even my nerves had frozen, allowing only bliss to build with each plunge of him inside me.
He wasn’t gentle, his harsh grip on my skin painful and cruel but my body ignited, my pussy clutching him tight so he couldn’t escape from me.
I yelped when I was suddenly flipped over, the pleasure suddenly disappearing when he pulled out and squashed
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