The burnt fir scent of the air froze on our lips. The moon hung itself ominously on a black backdrop as we trudged through the wet grass and cracking headstones in a derelict cemetery. You were solemn and serious as you lead me to a haunting hollow open tomb, all grey and ancient at the edge of the mass of burial plots.
You had told me to be silent so I didn't say a word but my heart was pounding as you lead me into chilled darkness. I wore an old fashioned lacey white nightgown with your jacket over my shoulders and white lace thigh high stockings with a pale pink garter. I was a sexy apparition, of course.
My rose blushing nipples showed through the thin bodice and the skirt was thin as a veil, but my skin felt hot with rushing blood as you pressed me abruptly against the rough cement wall and let your hand trace my lines in the dark.
I could see nothing, could smell only damp, could feel your breath warm like a furnace, your fingers tracing chilled bumps onto my skin.
Your intensity was palpable as you lit a single candle and set it on a ledge. The light cast shadows over a sinister grin and I started to doubt my absolute trust in you as you walked towards me with focused deliberation. I could feel my heart beating the walls of my chest and vibrating up to my eardrums, my head felt hot and dizzy as you approached. You cupped my chin in your hands in a surprisingly loving way and almost growled, "put your hands behind your back, and bend over," as you gestured to an open ledge in the center of the room.
I leaned over the granite table, grimacing as my nipples scraped the gritty surface and a piece of my outfit's fabric caught and ripped. You used a silk ribbon to tie my hands and slid my skirt up, baring the white smooth skin of my full ass to the icy night. For a moment, nothing happened. I closed my eyes and waited for your touch, but felt none. I looked back and saw the final glint of your face and the candle as you blew it out. Then, darkness. You let me wait in anticipation and my heart raced with fear. I felt the frozen harvest air sampling my hot center and let out a light moan as you finally slid a warm finger between my legs, pressing up against my pink lace panties and then back up the smooth line of fabric to my ass.
I bit my lip and gasped. Subconsciously, I ground back into your touch.
You pulled my panties down and let your open hand explore my thick thighs and ass. You slapped the full, firm flesh and I cried out in protests which soon turned to moans when your fingers delicately traced my eager wet lips. You tortured me, I loved it. A hard slap, and you'd rub my clit. A swift spanking, and your tongue flicked over my ass.
You grabbed my hair at the scalp and held me there, a gasping, moaning slut slave. You continued your game.
The skin on my ass was tingling with sharp pain but you kept slapping, grabbing, licking, rubbing.
My sweet dripping pussy was throbbing with desire and as you slid two fingers inside, I transcended this iced over tomb to a place of instinct and carnal urge. I lost control and started begging for you under my breath.
Your voice made only hungry grunts as you relentlessly teased my aching pussy with your fingers and batted your tongue over my ass, making the tight little hole contract and shiver. The wetness dripped down your arm and I was in torturous ecstasy, my head back, my mouth held open in rapt anticipation, pressing into your hand with urgency. You pulled back into the darkness and let the freeze of midnight wash over my pale skin. I groaned and leaned into my hips, pleading for relief for moments that felt like hours. When you returned, I felt cold sharp steel against my spine before anything else. A small dagger pressed into my skin just enough to make my breath turn jagged and my blood race thin with adrenaline. You traced my shivering spine in quick strokes, down the crevice of my round ass in feather light strokes which lead down my labia and circled my clit. I wanted to make you stop as fear flooded my mind but just as it was nearly too much, I felt the heated warmth of your godlike cock at the entrance of my dripping slit. I moaned and leaned back into it, and you obliged me by thrusting deep into me with an immediate heated rhythm.
I closed eyes and started to say how much I savored this, but your hand clamped over my throat and you slowed your thrusts, pulled out and positioned the thick delicious head of your cock against my tight ass.
I whimpered and braced myself to feel the sharp onslaught of you taking my ass with your rigid cock, but instead I was brought to new heights of delight as you teasingly slid the tip into my ass and then thrust deep into my begging pussy. You continued this in a rhythm as I rubbed my clit until I was screaming in pleasure and you felt me clench around you in an explosive orgasm.
I was panting and gasping and groaning with satiation but you did not wait. You thrust your rock hard cock slowly, deep into my ass with a loud moan and I was silenced.
I gasped in pain as you thrust back but my pussy dripped down my thighs in response. I laid my head down on the gritty ledge and started tracing my clit hypnotically as you gave me your perfect cock in my ass.
I don't know how long this continued, slow hypnotic penetration. I was in ecstasy, cumming for the third time when you wrapped your arm around my neck and started fucking my ass with animal tenacity.
I was crying out as you violently gave me what you knew I wanted, loving the feeling of your balls slapping my tender pussy. I reached back and slid two fingers inside, feeling you from the inside.
You slowed your pace at this and I massaged you with a curved finger inside until you were rigid and gasping. I moaned for you to fill me up and that is when you let loose again, slamming into my tight ass and grasping my waist. I felt the twitch of your cock fill me with luscious cum and moan with delight.
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