[ In breaking this story up from its original format to meet Reddit character / word counts, part 10 was originally left out. This is the “missing” part of the story. ]
She took her time loosening the leather straps, and stood him up.As she pulled back and slid down his body, she leaned forward and kissed him roughly, shoving her tongue in his mouth. There was something about tasting herself on him that intensified things. As she traced the outside of his asshole with the tip of her cock, he felt his cock grow inside its leather prison – there was nothing he could do to stop it. Even the intense pain of outgrowing it’s surroundings wasn’t enough. Even before she had entered his asshole, even without laying a finger on his imprisoned cock and balls, he was on the verge of cumming. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her by shooting his load inside the pouch, but it seemed that was exactly what she wanted as she reached down and ran her fingers over the stretched leather with a smile. “A painful orgasm followed by your little leather sack filled with your cum for the rest of the day, this is going to be fun. For me,” as she said those words, she forced her cock into his tight hole. It was everything she had imagined and so much more. This is what she had been missing for so long, and she was so happy it was finally happening.
She felt his body stiffen and then release, she noticed the way that the leather bag pulsed and she lightly wrapped her hands around it, feeling his cock moving around inside. She finally noticed a back flow of his cum drip from the opening, and with that, she pulled it tight and clipped the lock shut. With everything going on, she completely forgot that her black cock was still filling him up from behind. She used both hands to push him away, and her cock not-so-gently left his asshole. She saw him looking up at her and she came closer to his face, holding his mouth open in her hand. Without saying a word, she spit in his mouth, and in what seemed like the same motion pulled the zipper across, and then zipped up his eyes as well. She let go of his face, letting his head fall hard to the ground. For a moment, she thought about reaching down to cradle his head, and make sure he was okay; but she stopped herself. What seemed like a lack of concern would set up perfectly what she had in mind for the rest of the day.
She went upstairs and changed again – the role she was about to take on did not require kinky evening wear, it should be something much more intimidating. She sat on the edge of their king bed, she reveled in the fact that she could smell his scent on the sheets. There was absolutely know doubt that she loved him, and he loved her, and that’s exactly why she was trying so hard to put those feelings to the side. She flashed back to just a few hours early, but seemed like weeks ago. She replayed the way his cock swelled as her tools of torture struck him over and over. She thought about how that made her pussy drip like almost nothing else had ever done. She also noticed that just thinking about it was creating a wet spot on her panties, which had already had to dry from those same type of thoughts several times. She slid them off, and was about to toss them to the corner of the room, but then had another thought. She took them and rubbed her pussy with them, pushing the black, satin inside herself with one finger then two. When she felt that they were thoroughly covered in her juices, she held them up and admired them. She then folded them gently, and placed them beside her – she made sure her wetness was folded so it would still be there for what she had planned. She then slipped on a pair of black leather pants and a t-shirt. She loved the way that the soft leather felt when it rubbed against her continually aroused clit. If she thought too much about it, she would definitely need him to clean them with his mouth – but maybe she liked that idea. She psyched herself up for what was next, stroking the outline of her clit through her pants, she slipped her feet into her quilted black leather sneakers. She knew that he would never see them, but the texture would drive him crazy – he always found them to be so sexy. She picked up a pair of gloves off the table and headed downstairs – it had only been 20 minutes, but she knew in his state, it had probably felt like hours.
She stood in her office and composed herself. She was equal parts aroused and terrified. She pulled on her gloves and cracked each knuckle – it was time to see how far she could push things. As she exploded into the room, she reached into her waistband and pulled out the panties she’d soaked through earlier. She approached him and pulled him up, roughly by the collar. His neck snapped back before he had a sense of what was going on. With her other hand, also enrobed in black leather, she roughly opened the zipper covering his mouth. “Open,” was the only word she said, it was all she needed to say. He could taste her in his mouth and feel her juices dripping on his tongue. She roughly shut the zipper, blocking out the little bit of light that was reaching his eyes. She reached back and gave him a slap on the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. She paused and took a deep breath, for just a second, she might have pushed things too far – then she noticed the leather pouch around his manhood looked like something was trying to escape. The faint sounds able to be heard confirmed it. She took off her gloves and violently slapped them on his naked chest – she now knew her plan for today was the right one.
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