Her Visit - Sex Stories

Her Visit

... Hearing my every move; your mind races with possibilities as I rummage noisily and deliberately, through the drawer. You listen to me return and stand beside the bed. Your nerves feel abuse as I unexpectedly bring the black leather riding-crop hard down against the silk sheet you lay on. This causes your whole body to twitch in shock and a warm tremble of excitement to follow. Running the tip of the crop over your stomach, I watch in satisfaction as a wave of goose bumps spread over your form. I trail the crop up, over your breasts and loop the leather tip over one of your nipples. Sighing, you relish the cold leather fondling one nipple and then the other. In one swift motion, I lift the crop up and bring it down firmly against your breast. You gasp as the leather hits your soft skin, your breast stinging initially then spreading a familiar warmth across your torso. Your pale skin glows a gentle pink as I smack the crop against your other breast. Gently I teased your nipples with the leather tip before hitting you again, a little harder this time. Sighing again, the tingle in your breasts courses directly to your pussy; your wetness increases with each smack of the crop. I whip you more. Your sighs turn to whimpers each time the leather cracks your tender, reddening skin. I stop as a quiet sob escapes your mouth and leaning down, I gently kiss your stinging breasts. Softly I run my tongue over your puffy red nipples. Standing again, I lightly drag the top of the riding crop ...

... down your stomach to the top of your delightful pink slit, causing you to quiver at the touch of the leather. Pressing the crop against your clitoris, I circle it gently, luring a composition of moans from your sweet mouth. Suddenly, lifting the crop up, you firmly smack your pussy. You writhe under the stinging blow, your breathing grows ragged as the sensation rings throughout your body. Pain mingles with pleasure as I draw my attention back to your sensitive clit, fondling it gently with the black leather. Your pussy smoulders as I smack you again, pushing you another step closer to the edge of orgasm. Without warning, I shove the crop deep inside your wetness. You cry out, your pussy trembles as I begin fucking you with the crop, demanding you to cum for me. Your face twists with pleasure as your moans crescendo; I could feel how tight you are around the crop as I thrust it into you quickly. Your thighs twitches involuntarily as you explode inside, your back arches as your heart gallops as you climax hard. Your juices coat the crop and smear against the inside of your thighs. I pull the crop from you as your orgasm subsides. Laying still, you try regaining your breath as your pussy continues throbbing. I place the wet leather of the crop against your lips, aware of the eagerness pulsing through my groin as you lick ravenously at your own essence. Throwing the crop to the floor after you had licked it clean, I hasten around the bed, untying your wrists and ankles. I take ...