One more night, and a lot more rope [MF][BDSM][kink]

I’ll let you in on a little secret: My stories are not 100% accurate.

Sometimes I forget things. Out of the first couple nights spent with my latest fucktoy, I forgot some incredibly fun moments. There was slowly dragging a wooden spoon over her butt, then spanking her until her entire ass had the cutest red glow. There was the moment where she hid the spoon under the covers, only to find out I packed two wooden spoons. There was the moment she hid that spoon, too.

And my personal favorite, when she was tied up and completely helpless, was me sitting just out of her reach and watching her struggle as I sketched her. I’m pretty proud of that work of art, too.

Sometimes I intentionally fudge details to hide the identity of the women I’m playing with. Other times, I edit down the sex amount, just to keep it in the believable realm, or to cut down on the repetition of the number of times I made her legs shake uncontrollably from cumming too hard.

I’m a sadist, and when I find that moment where I can completely control another person’s body, I don’t stop.

And I’m a realist. I know that I can’t always put up a 4-hour long performance for the women I meet. I try to temper those expectations early on, just in case I have a bad cramp, or if I just plain run out of energy.

For whatever reason, this girl was pulling out everything I had, then making me want to push farther. And every morning, I was feeling it. Dehydrated, sore and with a raging headache. I hadn’t had a single drink on this trip, and every morning I was hung over. I got some water, breakfast and painkillers, and we made plans to meet up that night.

I spent the better part of the work day trying to find another slut to play with, someone she could fuck with a strap on as I joined in, someone to add some extra energy as I recovered. She’s mostly a lesbian, and my hard-fucking was bruising up her pussy. Her blowjob skills were relatively new. She needed a slow-down, too.

Instead, all we found where dudes that didn’t understand what we were looking for, from the single guys cut-and-pasting replies to anyone that had a pussy, to the couple that wanted what sounded like a fairly vanilla soft-swap swinger scene. Neither of us were into it, so I came up with a new plan: She needed to model for me.

I had her dress in the most embarrassing set of underwear she had, all lacy and strappy, with no crotch and a nice framing of her ass. When I had her send me pics of her favorite bra and panty combos, this one stuck out because her body language was actually shy and demure, with one hand covering her pussy.

She promised to be a good girl. We started by stripping her down to her underwear, and I guided her to the chaise lounge under the hotel window. We left the drapes open, in case anyone wanted to watch.

I roped her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. Without her struggling, I was able to make the ties look a little more aesthetic, but I’m still a long way away from being a shibari master.

I pulled her arms up, then lashed them to her torso. I added some ropes to prevent her from straightening her legs, else the lines would rub against her pussy and asshole. She looked perfect, and I spent some time photographing her.

Because she was a good girl, I let her struggle a bit to see if she could get out. She couldn’t and pouted a little. It made for some very lovely photos.

I undid the ropes crossing her pussy and ass, picked her up, and placed her on the office chair. She almost tried to escape, forgetting that her legs were all but useless. I pushed her back, and started tying her to the chair. Her arms were just loose enough to flip me off. I smiled, took off my pants, and made her watch me stroke my cock to her helpless body.

In theory, this was all built to take it slow, to take it easy, to let my old man body recover.

Her pouting. Her helplessness. Her flipping me off. Her perfect, sexy, amazing fucking body. Knowing how tight and wet her little pussy was…

I had enough. I started to untie her from the chair, and untie her legs. I don’t know if she thought I was freeing her. All I really needed was the ability to spread her legs and fuck her. I threw her on the bed, rolled her on her back, and took what was mine. I didn’t even bother pulling her panties off, just pushing the ribbon to the side of her pussy lips.

At that point, this flood of energy hit me. I don’t know how, I don’t know where it came from. I didn’t care. I used it.

For the next hour or so, I continued to toss her around in whatever position I wanted. For doggy style, I made a small mountain of pillows, tossed her over it like a rag doll, then filled her cunt as I slapped her ass.

I put her on her back, pushed her ankles up to her ears, and looked her in the eye as lust robbed her speech.

I grabbed her by the hair and pushed my cock down as far as I could, feeling her throat in my tip.

Over and over, I used her. And she smiled and wiggled and came and snuggled and fucked.

At some point, I untied her. It had to have in between rounds. Her bra was removed and thrown in a corner. Neither of us believed the time on the clock. One more load of cum over her tits and belly, and I collapsed next to her. We stole as much air as we could, positive that our bodies were empty.

We chatted, and we sent some pics and videos to another one of my fucktoys, who sadly couldn’t make the trip to join us. And sharing that with her… it built up a little more. I felt it.

My legs were gone. But my cock was hardening again. I grabbed her by the hair and made her start to suck me again. I sent the other fucktoy live pics of her on my cock. I got even harder.

I had her climb up and sit on my cock. It was a familiar finale for her now, riding me and cumming and quivering. I knew she couldn’t really handle it, and I loved it. I wanted every last bit of energy from her. I wanted to watch her perfect, pierced tits in front of my face. I wanted her to chant, “oh god oh god oh god,” as my cock filled her. I wanted to feel her legs and pussy squeeze me every time she came. I wanted to feel her body pressed against my chest every time she needed to catch her breath, with half of my cock still deep inside of her.

She fucked as long as she dared. She knew damn well what edging my cock would do, and I delivered. One last time, as she slumped off of me and rolled on her back, I pounced. Full of primal energy, I fucked her hard. I wanted to cum inside of her, to fill her pussy with cum. I teased her with this thought. She could only moan and bite her lip.

With my last bit of control and power, I pulled out, unleashing one last coat of jizz on this cute little fucktoy.

Clearly, I’m going to have to use her again someday.

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