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Authors: J Phillips
Tags: Fiction, S/M, Ebook, BDSM, submission, bondage, domination, Erotic, spanking, corporal punishment, chimera, damsel in distress
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wet lips encircle a nipple and the tip of a tongue flick against it. I cried out instinctively, arching my back so that Benâs fingers were forced deeper within my pussy. Each of them held utterly still, but Iâm mortified to say that I only muttered softly as though dreaming, and collapsed back down into the softness of my mattress.
âChrist, that was close!â Christian exclaimed, and I could hear by the tone of his voice that he was wearing that conceited smile as he spoke.
âI think we should go now, Chris,â Ben said softly, and he withdrew his fingers from my wet puss.
Sometimes I wonder what Iâd have done if Christian had agreed. My body ached for satisfaction and Iâm scared that I might well have begged them to continue, but thankfully I was not put in that position.
âYou go if you want to, mate,â he scoffed, âbut Iâm staying right here. Iâm not missing out on this opportunity...â
âHey, what the fuck are you doing?â Ben suddenly hissed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a buckle being released followed by the rustle of jeans being drawn down.
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â Christian challenged. âIâm going to make her suck on my cock. Look...â
âPlease, Chris!â Ben objected, but Christian only sniggered derisively in response.
The mattress sank a little as I sensed him leaning over me. I could smell him; the musky scent of his prick so close to my face, and I shivered within my feigned sleep once more. As the exposed head of his cock gently pressed against my lips, daubing them with a sticky bead of pre-cum, I released a nervous whimper from the anticipation of what was about to come. I really didnât know how to respond, and Iâm not sure what would have given me greater pleasure if heâd tried to force it into my mouth â for me to bite and cause the cocky little shit to scream in agony, not to mention probable permanent damage, or to disgrace myself by allowing him to use my mouth for his own selfish pleasure, but in the end the choice was not mine to make anyway.
âIâm only kidding, dickhead,â he scoffed, lifting away from me as reflexively the tip of my tongue traced across my lips to taste the salty tang where his prick had touched them, and I actually felt a tiny pang of regret. âOut of the way,â Christian then instructed.
âBut why?â Ben asked. âWhat are you...?â
âOh, stop whining, little girl,â Christian mocked his so-called mate. âI only want to feel her cunt against my cock.â The mattress sank again as I felt his weight shift. My legs were parted without a great deal of care, and I couldnât stop myself from moaning as the head of his prick pressed against me.
âYouâre right, Ben, she really is a beautiful girl, this one,â he drawled. âI guess Iâm just an old romantic at heart, but I almost feel like kissing her.â
I could feel the warmth of his breath tease so close to my cheek, the smell of beer assailing my nose, and I rolled my head away in response. But not to be put off Christian began to work his cock up and down against my sex, pressing into my clitoris and causing me to open my mouth and gasp involuntarily. And then the supercilious sneak moved the tip of his cock against my entrance and I finally accepted the truth of what was to come...
âOkay, Chris, thatâs enough, letâs go now,â Ben implored.
âSure,â he mused patronisingly, âin a minute, mate. Just as soon as Iâve fucked her.â
Christian then suddenly thrust and I couldnât help myself from crying out as his stiff cock sank deep inside me with just one shunt of his hips. Finally I flashed open my eyes, but Christian simply leered down at me as though aware that Iâd been awake all along. He held himself utterly rigid, his challenging stare boring deep
âChrist, that was close!â Christian exclaimed, and I could hear by the tone of his voice that he was wearing that conceited smile as he spoke.
âI think we should go now, Chris,â Ben said softly, and he withdrew his fingers from my wet puss.
Sometimes I wonder what Iâd have done if Christian had agreed. My body ached for satisfaction and Iâm scared that I might well have begged them to continue, but thankfully I was not put in that position.
âYou go if you want to, mate,â he scoffed, âbut Iâm staying right here. Iâm not missing out on this opportunity...â
âHey, what the fuck are you doing?â Ben suddenly hissed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a buckle being released followed by the rustle of jeans being drawn down.
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â Christian challenged. âIâm going to make her suck on my cock. Look...â
âPlease, Chris!â Ben objected, but Christian only sniggered derisively in response.
The mattress sank a little as I sensed him leaning over me. I could smell him; the musky scent of his prick so close to my face, and I shivered within my feigned sleep once more. As the exposed head of his cock gently pressed against my lips, daubing them with a sticky bead of pre-cum, I released a nervous whimper from the anticipation of what was about to come. I really didnât know how to respond, and Iâm not sure what would have given me greater pleasure if heâd tried to force it into my mouth â for me to bite and cause the cocky little shit to scream in agony, not to mention probable permanent damage, or to disgrace myself by allowing him to use my mouth for his own selfish pleasure, but in the end the choice was not mine to make anyway.
âIâm only kidding, dickhead,â he scoffed, lifting away from me as reflexively the tip of my tongue traced across my lips to taste the salty tang where his prick had touched them, and I actually felt a tiny pang of regret. âOut of the way,â Christian then instructed.
âBut why?â Ben asked. âWhat are you...?â
âOh, stop whining, little girl,â Christian mocked his so-called mate. âI only want to feel her cunt against my cock.â The mattress sank again as I felt his weight shift. My legs were parted without a great deal of care, and I couldnât stop myself from moaning as the head of his prick pressed against me.
âYouâre right, Ben, she really is a beautiful girl, this one,â he drawled. âI guess Iâm just an old romantic at heart, but I almost feel like kissing her.â
I could feel the warmth of his breath tease so close to my cheek, the smell of beer assailing my nose, and I rolled my head away in response. But not to be put off Christian began to work his cock up and down against my sex, pressing into my clitoris and causing me to open my mouth and gasp involuntarily. And then the supercilious sneak moved the tip of his cock against my entrance and I finally accepted the truth of what was to come...
âOkay, Chris, thatâs enough, letâs go now,â Ben implored.
âSure,â he mused patronisingly, âin a minute, mate. Just as soon as Iâve fucked her.â
Christian then suddenly thrust and I couldnât help myself from crying out as his stiff cock sank deep inside me with just one shunt of his hips. Finally I flashed open my eyes, but Christian simply leered down at me as though aware that Iâd been awake all along. He held himself utterly rigid, his challenging stare boring deep
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