The first frame of the video is Erik’s smiling face, a slight crinkle around his dark eyes as he looks at whoever’s behind the camera. He interrupts his own laughter to ask, “We rolling?”
He must get a nod, because a moment later he says, “Okay. Let’s play.”
The camera follows his decisive stride, turning a hundred and eighty degrees to reveal the room behind. It’s a large penthouse in a style that doesn’t suit Erik’s young wealth, but he does not seem the least bit bothered by that. He looks at ease in his slim sweatpants as he approaches the woman kneeling on the ottomon in the center of the room. She faces away from the camera with the intricate bonds that keep her hands fixed firmly behind her back on display. Erik rounds the ottomon and stretches his long arm out as he passes her, grabbing the twisted ropes running up the length of her spine to drag her with him as he continues by, pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her — wide-eyed and off balance — to the camera. He grabs her chin in his other hand, first slapping her pushed her cheek and then shoving her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stretch her body taut. He lets go of her face to slap one of her exposed tits.
“She wants to play rough today,” Erik says with a mischevious hunger in his eyes.
She whimpers and he squeezes the pliable flesh firmly. He repeats the same thing on the other side, and then begins to pinch and twist her nipples in between swats and gropes. Her skin gets gradually more red until Erik seems pleased with the shade, at which point he pulls out a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket. The camera zooms in on each nipple as he applies the clamp, capturing her moan in the background, and pulls back when both are attached to take in the full view.
He weighs her breasts in his free hand again, slapping the underside lightly and watching the beaded strand bounce between the clamps. He even rests his finger on the string, adding weight to it long and heavy enough for her to squirm. When he tires of toying with her tits, he rakes his long fingers into her hair and spins it into a messy ponytail, using that fresh grip to drop her to her knees in front of him. She gasps and stumbles without the use of her arms, but he spares her no time to recover. Instead, he grinds her face into his clothed clock and balls, then pulls her hair to drag her mouth to his waistband.
“Get my cock out and suck it.”
The camera sinks down to her level, so that her face and his groin fill the frame. Gabrielle obeys, getting her teeth around the fabric at his waist and dragging it down bit by bit until his big cock springs free. Left to her own devices, she is tentative. She caresses the head with the tip of her tongue and then sucks it into her mouth, looking up at him with big eyes like she hopes sweetness will satisfy his urges. It doesn’t.
On a downstroke, Erik puts his hand on the back of her head to keep her from coming back up. He rocks his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth than she had taken it so far. She gags and squeezes her eyes shut when the head hits the top of her throat, but Erik does not let go.
“Look at me,” he says, tightening his grip to emphasize it. She does. Her eyes are watering, but she is not fighting to pull back despite the discomfort. He pushes deeper, all the way down, and holds it there for a torturously slow few seconds. She starts to squirm. He waits. She coughs, spit running down her chin, and still he waits. She starts to shake her head and finally he drags her mouth off his shining cock with a pop. She gasps deeply to replenish her oxygen.
Before she’s entirely caught her breath, Erik does it again. Between stretching her throat deep and slow, he holds her head in place and fucks her mouth quick and hard, short strokes that hit her gag reflex every time.
By the time he’s finished, thick ropes of her saliva hang from the swollen tip of his dick, and she’s panting on her knees in front of him.
He kicks off his pants, strips off his shirt, and leans down to grab the girl by the ropes again. This time, he brings her back to the ottoman, where he throws her down on her stomach and presses her face into the leather.
“Get your knees up.”
Gabrielle tries to sit up to obey, but Erik pushes her top half back down.
“Your *knees*,” he repeats. This time, the girl draws her knees up under her hips carefully, pushing her ass up in the air in the process. Erik feels her up through her pantyhose, then grips the spot between her cheeks and uses his teeth to start a tear. He rips through the thin fabric with both hands, exposing her naked holes to him and the camera.
Instead of pushing his fingers or cock inside her, Erik spreads her cheeks wide and leans down to lick her asshole. Gabrielle moans. He continues until the muscle starts to loosen, and only then presses a finger inside. At first she can take it up to his first knuckle; after a few thrusts, he pulls it out and works her open farther with his tongue, then tries again, repeating as needed. Soon enough he has his finger buried in her ass. He adds another. Her ass muscles twitch. He pulls his fingers out and spreads her for the camera again, her open hole tightening again quickly.
He snakes his arm along her ribcage, sliding his hand underneath her along her breast bone and up to her throat, and then lifts her upwards so her back is pressed flush to him. He walks backwards, standing her up against him to support her, and moves her to the full length mirror propped nearby.
Erik presses her forehead to the glass and makes sure she is watching her own face, like he is, when his cock finally presses into her pussy. Only the first few thrusts are slow, coating his rod in her juices. He soon picks up the pace, tightening his hand around her throat for leaverage as he watches her tits bounce in the mirror. Her breath fogs it up and then her nose and cheek wipe it away.
Midway through he undoes the clamps and she moans as the blood comes rushing back in. He legs go of her throat to massage both her breasts, stimulating her oversensitive nipples at the same time.
Suddenly he wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up, carrying her back to the main sitting area and taking a seat in the center of an ornate loveseat. He hooks his arms under her thighs and spreads her legs wide, putting one foot on either end of the cushion and revealing to the camera his cock still halfway inside her.
“Ride it,” he orders. As she does, he unties her hands from behind her back. The camera shifts from between his legs, close up on his cock sliding inside her and with her bouncing tits out of focus beyond, to behind his shoulder, watching as he loosens knots and untwists strands, gradually freeing her arms. Once he does, he takes over the rhythm again. He wraps one arm around her waist to pull her down fully on his cock and shoves three fingers of the other hand into her mouth. She moans and her cheeks hollow as she sucks them. After she gags, he brings his wet fingers down to rub her clit.
He fucks her in brief bursts of quick, short thrusts that bring her close to orgasm, but always stops before she can reach it. When she complains, he slaps the top of her pussy, causing her to jump and her inner muscles to clench. Between bursts of animalistic fucking, he pulls his cock out and stretches her folds wide for the camera, letting it capture the inner pulse of her hungry cunt — then shoves back in.
After several minutes of this, he slaps her ass and says, “Get up and grab your ankles.”
With her bent over in front of him, Erik licks and fingers both her holes again. By the time he has two fingers in her asshole and one in her pussy, she is whining again. He pulls the one from her pussy and pulls back the two in her ass, only to add the third and start in on her tighter hole again. This time she says, “*No*,” but he takes her tender folds between his fingers and mashes them firmly, putting pressure at the root of her clit that makes her moan.
He twists his wrist to work the three fingers deeper into her ass. She groans and shifts her weight like she’s trying to escape it, but says nothing else, not no, not whatever safe word they chose. He starts to scissor his fingers, stretching her wider and gradually getting her body used to the fullness of three digits. When he pulls them out, he spreads her cheeks for the camera again; her asshole takes longer to return to normal this time. She shudders and her pussy clenches of its own accord.
“Stand up and turn around. Good girl. Come here and straddle my lap. Spread wider. Take my cock and put it — good — and lean back. Lean back, put your hands on my knees. I want to see your pretty cunt.”
The camera looks over Erik’s shoulder again, at her splayed folds being tugged this way and that as his cock sinks in and out of her. As she rides him, Erik rubs her clit, slaps her face and tits, and chokes her with one, then two hands. She speeds up on top of him in response, trying desperately to get the release she craves. She gets right up to the verge and begs him to let her let go, but instead he grabs her hips and forces her to slow way down on his cock.
“Not a chance.”
Only when she catches her breath and fucks him slowly of her own accord does Erik let go and let her gradually pick up speed again. He pinches her nipples and pulls them upwards until gravity does its work and her heavy breasts drop. He pulls her hair. He spits in her face and uses his long fingers to gather it up and shove it down her throat. She moans and shudders and sucks his fingers greedily.
When she gets too close to coming again, he slaps her hard in the face and grabs her under the chin, lifting her off his lap shoving her away from him onto her trembling legs.
Erik graps the waistband of her torn pantyhose, twisting it so he has a firm grip and it digs into her soft flesh well enough to give him control. He pulls her close again and shoves two fingers inside her, immediately aiming for her swollen g-spot with quick, rough thrusts. She gasps and tries to spread he legs farther, to better accomodate his palm striking her clit every time he sheaths inside her. Her hands go to wrap around his wrist, but then she thinks better of it and pulls them back, letting him do what he will. At the moment of truth, he takes all stimulation away, leaving her shuddering and unsteady, still bucking her hips into empty air in search of the climax that’s just out of reach.
This time, Erik does not give her any time to recover.
“Get back on my cock.”
Shaky and dazed, she obeys. She spreads her legs for him and the camera again as she leans back onto his knees. Erik rubs the head of his cock up and down her open lips a few times before lining it up.
“*Slowly*,” he says, knowing how close she is already to release. The inches disappear at a torturous pace and its clear Gabrielle is trying to restrain herself. She’s only able to get two-thirds of the way down at this angle, but it’s more than enough to make her writhe. Erik starts to push her towards orgasm again, flicking and pinching her sensitive clit like all he wants is for her to come.
Her abdomen pulses and she thrusts her hips up and down desperately, nearly screaming his name as she gets close. He stops just in time again and she growls in frustration, suddenly sitting up to pound her hands against his chest. He catches her wrists before she makes meaningful contact and forces her arms behind her back, capturing both in one big hand. The other caresses her tits and throat. With a smile, he pulls her close, sliding the last of his cock inside of her with a firm thrust. She lets out a strangled moan and looks like she might break down in tears at any second. Erik pushes her hair out of her face and asks her something the camera does not pick up. She nods, and he leans in for a deep kiss.
The camera moves behind Gabrielle again, to show his cock buried fully inside her as she grinds in small circles, her sensitive flesh pulsing. Then it swings back around to watch them kiss, a brief respite of tenderness despite the unabated hunger driving it. It does not last. Erik squeezes her cheeks to hold her face still when he looks her in the eye.
“Ready to taste yourself on my cock, sweetheart? Yeah?” He forces her to nod again, which prompts her to audibly agree with a strangled *Mmhm*. He smiles and slaps her cheek three times in quick succession, then lets go of her so that she can obey.
She goes to kneel in front of him, and he says, “Stand up. Bend at the waist. One knee up on the couch. Keep it spread for the camera. That’s right, good.”
Gabrielle takes his wet shaft in her hand and starts running her tongue lavishly up and down it. Meanwhile, Erik motions the camera man around.
“Give me that for a minute.”
Before the man answers, the video cuts. Whatever conversation or negotiation the men have is carefully snipped out, sparing the camera man any possible identification. There is a brief scene where Erik holds the camera, aiming it first down at Gabrielle as she diligently works his cock and balls, then up over her back, to the top of the camera man’s head between her ass cheeks as he licks her furiously.
It cuts again, with the camera back in the hands of the expert, peering down at Erik’s face and the back of Gabrielle’s head beyond. The frame is less steady than before as he films a point-of-view of the young man’s long fingers undoing his belt and then his jeans. Erik tugs the other man’s bottoms down only as far as he needs to in order to reach in and retrieve the cock from within. Without hesitation, he spits on it and strokes the shaft with well-practiced technique until he’s satisfied that it’s as hard and wet as it needs to be.
The other man takes the camera with him when he goes to stand behind Gabrielle’s spread legs. It’s his turn to spit, this time onto her loosened asshole, before grabbing his cock and pressing the head hard against her sphincter. Her body resists, and she cries out — though it’s muffled by Erik’s balls in her mouth. Erik grabs her hair to pull her face up and slap her again, a little harder this time; the surprise of the sharper pain forces her to unclench momentarily, long enough to let the thick rod slide in despite her resistance.
The camera man fucks her for only a few minutes, watching as Erik does the same to her mouth, before he grunts and comes.
“Spread your ass,” Erik tells Gabrielle. She does, so that when the camera man pulls out, her ass is stretched open to the width of his shaft; it does not return to normal so quickly this time. A bright blue toy comes into frame, a silicon butt plug Erik set on her back for the other man to retrieve. He catches some dripping cum on the skinny tip of the toy and uses it as lubricant to slowly press the bulbous piece in. Her ass swallows it, closing tightly around the narrow stem, plugging his hot cum inside her. Her pussy pulses visibly.
“Crawl to the bed.”
Both his and her bare asses are visible on the trek down the long hallway, he upright ahead of her and she on all fours trailing behind. The bright plug is visible with every stride.
The video cuts again.
Erik is on the bed with a now-naked Gabrielle, putting the finishing touches on the bondage he’s put her in. She is on her back with her wrists tied together and knotted to a metal ring screwed into the headboard. Her legs are pulls back and apart by rope around her ankles, which stretches through two more metal rings on either side of the headboard and down to her tits, bound themselves — hard enough to stick out more than usual and turn a slightly darker shade. Any movement in her legs, to close or lower them, tugs on her breasts inescapably.
Another band of rope trails from her tits down her abdomen, then splits to run down either side of her pussy, rejoining over the top of the butt plug to keep it fixed inside her.
In this exposed position, Erik gets between her legs and spreads her lips. He licks her clit until she’s moaning and squirming, then stops abruptly and yanks the rope along her stomach upward. It digs into her swollen lips, putting pressure along the deep roots of her clit, and pushing the hood back a little more. She moans and writhes, trying to straighten her legs to protect the sensitive flesh while at the same time angling for more of what he denies her. It pulls hard on her breasts. He lets go, letting her pelvis fall toward the bed, which pulls even harder. She whimpers and arches her back, trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure, and says, “*Please*.”
Erik chuckles. He slides his hands under her lower back and hoists her toward him, tilting her pelvis up more sharply and, by necessity, forcing her legs farther back. He smacks the head of his cock against her clit — the wetness is audible — and rubs it over her dripping entrance only twice before sinking fully inside her in one smooth downward thrust. He’s big, and she’s especially tight with the plug still filling her ass.
She wails and squeezes her eyes shut.
He begins to fuck her again. He leans over, lightly slapping her face or wrapping his long fingers around her throat or twisting her nipple at the tip of her aching breast.
“Oh god, no, fuck, Erik …”
“That’s not the safe word,” he says, an edge of mockery in his voice. Instead of lessening the pace, he increases it, using the full length of his cock to pound relentlessly into her. Then he sits back on his heels and wraps his hands around her shins instead, so he can use her legs for leverage, rocking them back and forth as he fucks into her; as a result, her tits get a firm yank every time he bottoms out. She whimpers.
He puts his hands on the backs of her thighs and pushes them up toward her chest, relieving some of the pressure from her breasts while at the same time letting him press even deeper. She gasps when he leans forward to lick and suck the arch of her foot while grinding greedily into her.
He spreads her legs to lean over her, bringing his lips right up to hers, and asks, “Are you ready to cum for me, darling?”
“Yes, yes, please let me. Please let me cum.”
He lets go of her legs and they splay helplessly, kept up and open only by the rope; her muscles have long since turned to jelly. He leans back so he can slide his middle finger in alongside his cock, pressing firmly against the front wall of her vagina, curling against her g-spot and pulsing there with every thrust. With his opposite thumb, he rubs her clit. She moans and pleads louder and louder, squirming and begging, until finally she reaches the crescendo and starts to squirt.
Halfway through her orgasm, Erik pulls his cock out and replaces it with a second finger, at first continuing to pound her g-spot and then pulling his fingers out to spread her lips, giving the camera a good look at her clenching, quivering hole. Right when the contractions start to slow down, Erik shoves his fingers back inside her and pumps the spongy flesh again. She shakes her head and says, “*No*,” but after just a few seconds of well-angled thrusts, starts to squirt again. Her body convulses uncontrollably.
When she has nearly ridden it out, he grabs her hips and pulls her back onto his cock. She moans, helpless, wanton, and totally incoherent. Erik muffles the sound by shoving his dripping fingers into her mouth.
“You feel even better than you taste,” he says, and she gags and cums a third time, this time clenched like a vice around him. He drags her spit and wetness down her chin and between her breasts as she struggles through the intensity beneath him, crying and moaning at the same time. He slows his thrusts until she relaxes into the bed again, her breathing ragged and her body twitching intermittently. Erik pulls out.
He takes the camera and turns it around as if taking a selfie, then sets it on Gabrielle’s chest with a directive to hold the strap in her mouth so it doesn’t fall. The swells of her breasts show on either side of the frame, the rope down her abdomen, her open legs, and Erik’s cock between them. He strokes the head a few times and then thrusts in again, this time fucking her for his own release.
After a minute, Erik grabs the camera and turns it back around to look down at his cock inside her. He pulls out and strokes a few times with the tip of him pressed against her clit, then comes in thick ropes across her folds. He pushes just the head inside her before the last spurt. As soon as he’s done, he pulls back to get a shot between her legs, covered in and leaking his cum. He pulls the rope out of the way of the butt plug and slowly pulls that out, earning a gasp from her at the fresh stimulation. When the toy pops out, the camera man’s cum leaks out after it. She moans.
The camera pans up between her legs to her face. Erik gets off the bed to get a shot of her from the end, but the tape cuts before he gets there, just before the camera man would have come into view.
The setting changes. Erik stands over the toilet with his sweats back on, hooked under his balls as he takes a piss. A lit cigarette hangs from his lips and he’s looking down to angle his stream. He takes a long drag before noticing the intrusion.
Erik looks up, smiles, and flips off the camera as he exhales a plume of white smoke.
“Fucker.”
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