1. My Gift of Me


    Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: smiler77, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    invitations here. My throat opening right up like the gates to a prison that has held you captive forever. If I could talk, if I could beg, I would say two things. 1) Fucking give it to me!! And 2) I fucking love you! Fortunately, my throat is in the know, and it tells you everything, so we establish an ecstatic rhythm, one that brings your favourite face of mine a fore me, and paralyses you spectacularly as you throw your head back and pump copious amounts of your warm and delicious seed, right into my throat. It barely touches the sides. I moan again, a long throaty one, because your release, your pleasure, is mine. "Thank you." I whisper as our bodies move and rest upon one another. You whisper that you love me and I wish I would never fall asleep again, in case this should all turn out to be just a dream, the most wonderful dream I ever had. Luckily for me, you have no intention of sleeping. You sit up and look at me. The look on your face, the wide awake face, it makes me smile, though I'm sure I won't be smiling soon. "Sit on the chair!" you order me, nodding towards the "fisting" chair that sits atop the centre of the dining table. You go upstairs, and shaky on my legs, I do as I'm told and clamber up onto the chair that sees everything! The leather is cold on my bare arse as I sit down, and before you return I re-position myself a number of times, trying to appear as sexy as possible to you, on your return. Eventually I settle for my legs on both arm rests, my ...
    knickers in hand, held over my hairless playground, which if allowed a voice, would be trembling with trepidation, perhaps asking you for reassurance that you won't hurt me. You tell me how good I am, as you return and in your hand, the bottle of baby oil that usually sleeps beside my bed in the drawer that keeps secrets. "You've been a very good girl this evening, and I hope you're going to continue being a good girl and fucking take this!" You say, grabbing the knickers from my hand and forcing them into my mouth. Your hand is already lubed in preparation and you waste no time at all. Two fingers for starters, hard and mean, as if you might be paying me back for the slapping. Quickly it's three and then "four" you say out loud as you stretch me and push as deeply as you can, pulling out and then thrusting back in again. Inducing a squelching noise that I'm not allowed to be embarrassed by and a whimper from behind the knickers I'm gagging on. You look me in the eyes. Your gaze is a fierce one and I love it so. You hold it, your eyes , they tell me "don't you dare to look away!" as you introduce your thumb to my overwhelmed cunt and push hard, enjoying the hesitance on my face, if only it were permitted. The hesitance of my cunt is futile. Your determination is like my love. Your hand reaches it's widest point and if I could see it, I'd know that your cock is twitching as you push push fucking pushhhh!! You shsshh me, despite that it's only us,. As you conquer me, my head falls to ...
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