1. How Lieke Became Mistress Ginger 2


    Date: 7/30/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Bringtherapture, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    his anus and began to gently press and circle my hips, popping it open. "YEAH, more than you bargained for, isn't it! Don't look away, I want to see your eyes as you take it!" Mike's face was incredibly apprehensive, but I took it easy, wanting to help him experience the pleasures of accepting something into his intimate depths, as well as giving up control, even welcoming pain from his lover, as I was learning to do. Sliding slowly deeper and then in and out rhythmically, I took a softer tone in my urgings. Mike, how is it? Is the pain gone? It feels like its gliding really easily." The gritted teeth were gone, as I looked at Mike's face. Like the now vacant look in his eyes as he focused internally, pants were begining to come from his open mouth. "Mike, talk to me!" His eyes focused and seemed to respond to the concern in my eyes: "Lieke, it's weird, but amazing. I want to come, but I'm not getting hard. Angle it up into me some more, that feels really good." I began to vary my rhythm by dipping my hips and making the curved tip thrust up toward his belly, causing him to being to rock his hips some. I reached out and began to stroke his dick, causing a frantic expression on his face. "Yes, Yes, I feel it, keep going!" He swelled quickly, filling my hand, which began to slide his foreskin much faster than I could crank my hips. Suddenly he screamed and I just squeezed him as tightly as I could, as the glans bulged and spit out stream after stream of milky cum, splattering ...
    over his chest and then oozing over my hand as I finished with long firm strokes to drain him. Mike immediately rolled over and drew his knees to his chest, seeming to distance himself from me. I went to the bathroom, dropped the harness to the floor, and cleaned myself with a towel. Grapping another, I returned and pitched it at Mike, saying, jokingly: "Clean yourself up, you're a mess." Mike sat on the end of the bed, avoiding my eyes, and wiped himself off. I began to get a bit frantic inside as I tried to figure out what was up with him. Finally, I ventured: "It's your turn to take me! That thing didn't really get me off, but seeing you cum has gotten me excited. Please, please tie me to the bedposts and edge me to orgasm." He smiled, but continued to seem uneasy. After a few seconds, he looked directly at me and said: "OK, Get the restraints!!" once again in a strong voice. I went to the workout room where they were kept, and set their Velcro round my wrists and ankles before returning. I jumped past him, bouncing into the middle of the bed. I continued to squirm and giggle as he tied me off to the posts. Just as he finished the final one, I said: "You know, I went back and bought something as well. Go look in my overnight bag." He walked over and opened the bag and said: "Wow," returning while popping a riding crop's tongue in his palm and looking right into my green eyes, bright with anticipation. Recalling this evening from all of our experiences from that point on, ...
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