The spy and his villain - Sex Stories

The spy and his villain

... and make him more responsive to my ministrations. By the time he feels my greedy hands running down his torso he is too drugged to do anything about it but not enough to lose consciousness. His half closed blue eyes look at me in confusion as my hands drift lower settling down on his cock. The flesh in there is perfectly proportionate, nice seven inches when soft and incredibly beautiful, the shaft is flawless with no protruding veins and circumcised. I stroke it gently at first, my thumb paying special attention to the head. I hear him murmur incoherent words that resemble protests but with enough friction and patience I notice how the blood begins to flow down the member as it swells, when it begins to drip pre cum I put it in my mouth and suck vigorously. At first my hands merely wonder in the soft skin between his thighs but as his hips begin to move in that ancestral motion my fingers manage to wiggle themselves into his tight anus. The movement is forced and difficult since he is still sitting while tied up to a chair but at the very first contact he explodes into my mouth, I sucked him dry. I stand up now and see him, completely relaxed and malleable and I can’t decide whether now is the right moment to fuck him in the ass or make him suck me, for now I choose the latter because the first might be too uncomfortable with him in this position. I am hard as wood as my cock enters his mouth, my hands put an iron grip on his jaw in case he wishes to bite me off, his warm ...

... mouth is a gateway to heaven. He is so shocked and spent by his orgasm that he barely puts up a fight, but as time passes and my thrusts become more frantic he tries to gag and wreck me away, his resistance only heightens my arousal as now it is clear that I am owning him, dominating his whore mouth. My large hands make a crushing grip on each side of his head as I fuck his mouth with abandon and I don’t stop until his whole face is covered in my cum. For the first time I see fear in his eyes, torture he might handle on daily basis but rape was something out of his league. I know that getting him lose from the restraints is a bad idea because he is so desperate he would do anything to escape but at the same time I cannot properly fuck him in that position so I drug him once more and this time he does pass out. My henchmen place him in a small mattress on the other corner of the room, laying him on his stomach. Sturdy chains tie his ankles wide an apart while both his hands are tied above his head, now he is spread eagle in front of me, unable to stop my ruthless assault. For fun they hose him down with cold water once more, removing the traces of our previous activities, at the contact with the freezing water he only moans deliciously. His anus is closed and tense at first but I take my sweet time making sure it opens up, first I tongue it a little gulping on his musky scent, then I cover my fingers in baby oil and one by one mi fingers manage to squeeze in. By the time the ...