I’m glad a few of you liked the last one, let’s get started, shall we?
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Zach led me to the bed and laid me down on my stomach, headset still within earshot he began smacking my ass, followed by squeezing both cheeks and kissing them. Each slap getting harder, I could feel my clit swelling and my wet pussy warming my inner thighs with my delicious juices. All I could think about was John, and how sexy he’d looked today, and how I wished he’d just taken me right there, in his office. My moans and screams were getting louder and after the fifth blow I yelped loudly from the pain.
“Shut the fuck up, slave. I tell you when to moan, I tell you when to come”. “O-okay”, I managed to stutter, barely able to hold back my moan as he traced the outline of my black lacy underwear with his tongue. “Okay what, slave?” “O-OKAY SIR!”, I screamed as he shoved a vibrator inside of my underwear, rubbing it against my clit. I wish John would talk to me like this. I would let him fuck me in his blues. Angry at my scream Zach tore my underwear and pulled them off of me, shoving them in my mouth to keep me quiet. The vibrator continued to press against my glistening sex and swollen clit as I started trying to beg to come, panting, screaming Johns name, although all that came out was garbled moans and nonsense. All of a sudden, the vibration stopped, and I was left feeling lost, without climax.
“You thought you were going to cum without me telling you? Not a chance!”. I tapped my open palmed hand against the bed three times, our safe code. He removed the gag and said “Is everything ok, baby?” “Yeah…”, I managed to say. “I was just hoping to feel your cock inside of me… Can you promise me that’ll happen?” “I promise, baby, I’m just playing with you first”, he replied.
Returning the makeshift gag to my mouth, he traced his fingers up my ankle to my thigh, stopping just before my aching pussy, and tracing down my other leg, each time getting closer and closer, making the ache burrow itself into my stomach. I couldn’t take much more and I knew it. Then Zach took each of my legs and delicately handcuffed them to each bedpost. “This is going to get interesting. I have a surprise for you”, he said, as I heard him walk away.
Scared, I tried to call for him, but the gag still in my mouth all that could be heard was muffled words. A headset was placed on my head and I could hear his friends, talking and playing overwatch in the background. Then, I felt his two fingers enter my soaking wet pussy. Beginning slowly, he let me grind into his hand before he quickened his pace, making me moan furiously. “You’re so wet, slave. No wonder you’re a slave, you’re a glorified pocket pussy. Do you like that my friends can hear me fucking you? Good.”
Curving his finger to touch my G Spot I couldn’t take any more, I was writhing and jerking, trying to beg, trying to plead, moaning into the mic, and then, he stopped again. And a lubed object slid into my tight ass. I hoped it was my buttplug, or maybe it was a new toy he got for me, whatever it was, I began to stretch around it. “I’m getting you warmed up for your surprise!”, he said, and continued to push, even though my tight asshole couldn’t stretch any farther. I whimpered, and I heard spit, followed by the item pushing deeper. His friends began cheering in the background obviously loving the sounds of my moans and screams through my gag. A few turned their mics off, and I wondered if they were masturbating to me. The thought made clit twitch.
His fingers returned to my aching pussy and this object began rhythmically moving inward and outward in time with his fingers, filling my body and making me tremble and gasp for what little air I could intake. He lowered down, tracing bites up my back and neck, and growled “Cum for me, slave. Come for me now”. With those words, my pulsing clit and aching pussy let go, sending waves of ecstasy through my body, making me spasm. He rubbed my clit while I came, making my orgasm last longer before I finally stopped, in a moaning sopping wet mess. I felt really guilty for thinking of John the whole time.
More cheers from the peanut gallery, before they were silenced and Zach left the room. Blindfolded, still tied to the bed, I sat and waited for my surprise.
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Well, I have PT 3, PT 4, and PT 5 in my head. Tell me what you think!
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