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(First post: 7 Nov 2019)
Mark had changed her position on the ottoman, putting her on her knees. This caused her to have to focus on maintaining her balance. With her hands behind her back, she couldn't right herself should she lose her balance, and falling forward would mean she'd have her face pressed against the glass.
She couldn't recognize the first man who approached, though his voice sounded familiar. Mark had placed a blindfold around her eyes. She wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse. Not knowing who was touching her, if she knew them, intensified the experience, but it made her more nervous as well. Mark had stroked her hair, kissed her forehead and left her alone with this strange man who was know exploring her body, running his fingers along the rope, caressing her flesh and watching her shiver. He pinched her nipples until she let out of a soft whimpering moan, her lips quivering open.
"You like that, don't you." The man whispered to her. His fingers slide down her belly and between her legs. "I don't think I've ever felt a girl as wet as you." He chuckled as she tried to grind her self against is his teasing fingers. "Mark said you were an eager little fucktoy, but I didn't really believe him until now."
She mewls softly, feeling the rush of humiliation coursing over her body. She didn't even know who he was, and it was all she could do not to beg him to fuck her. Not that she needed to because a moment later he was behind her, he grabbed the ropes that bound her hand together, forcing her forward until the glass pressed against her face, her ass raised up in the air. For a moment, she felt like she was falling; the vision of the city spread out far below her made her dizzy. But then she could feel him brushing his cock between her legs, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to fuck her.
It felt so good to have a cock inside of her. It was only a few thrust before she felt herself reaching the edge. God, she wanted to cum, but the thought of asking this stranger if she could, made her shudder. If he kept going though, she knew she wasn't going to have a choice, she'd have to start begging. Her breath was coming faster, and she was whimpering and groaning with pleasure with each of his thrusts. Just at the moment that she was about to break down, she felt him give a harder thrust into her, the warm spray inside of her cunt.
"Oh god fuck yes slut, take it, fucking going to fill you up with my cum you little whore." She had missed her chance, tears of frustration starting streaming down her face as she felt him slide out of her wiping his cock against her ass. "What do you have to say to me, slut?" He asked, pulling her upright again, forcing her to spread her knees apart to maintain her balance. His cum was dripping out of her.
She stammered a moment too long she could tell, because he grabbed her hair, pulling her high onto her knees, making her dangle like a doll from his hands. "Shouldn't you be thanking me like a good little whore?"
"I'm sorry, sir, thank you for fucking me, Sir." She gasped, trying not to squirm. "thank you, Sir." She whimpered, feeling his cum already starting to drip from her cunt, making her thighs sticky and puddling onto the leather beneath her.
"You are welcome, slut." He let go of her hair. "You were a good fuck. I look forward to the next time."
And with that, he left here there, staring out onto the city below, tears and cum dripping from her. It was all she could do not to press her legs together, but she could hear the voices in the other room, and she sensed she wouldn't be alone long.
(to be continued)
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Mark had changed her position on the ottoman, putting her on her knees. This caused her to have to focus on maintaining her balance. With her hands behind her back, she couldn't right herself should she lose her balance, and falling forward would mean she'd have her face pressed against the glass.
She couldn't recognize the first man who approached, though his voice sounded familiar. Mark had placed a blindfold around her eyes. She wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse. Not knowing who was touching her, if she knew them, intensified the experience, but it made her more nervous as well. Mark had stroked her hair, kissed her forehead and left her alone with this strange man who was know exploring her body, running his fingers along the rope, caressing her flesh and watching her shiver. He pinched her nipples until she let out of a soft whimpering moan, her lips quivering open.
"You like that, don't you." The man whispered to her. His fingers slide down her belly and between her legs. "I don't think I've ever felt a girl as wet as you." He chuckled as she tried to grind her self against is his teasing fingers. "Mark said you were an eager little fucktoy, but I didn't really believe him until now."
She mewls softly, feeling the rush of humiliation coursing over her body. She didn't even know who he was, and it was all she could do not to beg him to fuck her. Not that she needed to because a moment later he was behind her, he grabbed the ropes that bound her hand together, forcing her forward until the glass pressed against her face, her ass raised up in the air. For a moment, she felt like she was falling; the vision of the city spread out far below her made her dizzy. But then she could feel him brushing his cock between her legs, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to fuck her.
It felt so good to have a cock inside of her. It was only a few thrust before she felt herself reaching the edge. God, she wanted to cum, but the thought of asking this stranger if she could, made her shudder. If he kept going though, she knew she wasn't going to have a choice, she'd have to start begging. Her breath was coming faster, and she was whimpering and groaning with pleasure with each of his thrusts. Just at the moment that she was about to break down, she felt him give a harder thrust into her, the warm spray inside of her cunt.
"Oh god fuck yes slut, take it, fucking going to fill you up with my cum you little whore." She had missed her chance, tears of frustration starting streaming down her face as she felt him slide out of her wiping his cock against her ass. "What do you have to say to me, slut?" He asked, pulling her upright again, forcing her to spread her knees apart to maintain her balance. His cum was dripping out of her.
She stammered a moment too long she could tell, because he grabbed her hair, pulling her high onto her knees, making her dangle like a doll from his hands. "Shouldn't you be thanking me like a good little whore?"
"I'm sorry, sir, thank you for fucking me, Sir." She gasped, trying not to squirm. "thank you, Sir." She whimpered, feeling his cum already starting to drip from her cunt, making her thighs sticky and puddling onto the leather beneath her.
"You are welcome, slut." He let go of her hair. "You were a good fuck. I look forward to the next time."
And with that, he left here there, staring out onto the city below, tears and cum dripping from her. It was all she could do not to press her legs together, but she could hear the voices in the other room, and she sensed she wouldn't be alone long.
(to be continued)