Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality - Sex Stories

Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality

... if I insisted she may as well enjoy it; her cunt is craving attention. Teasingly, I skirt all of her hot spots, my lips tracing up her stomach. She trembles, uncomfortably. My soft kisses and our previous physical struggles confuse her body. She normally feels nothing, her body has been hardened and numbed by her ex-husband over the years – but now, as desire overtakes her body, she feels every touch and kiss like fire licking her body. My lips are on her collar bone now, as I straddle over her again. The material of my pants is rough on the delicate skin of her stomach, but my soft lips and the stubble on my cheek grazing her chest makes up for it. She moans softtly, unconsciously exercising her jaw around the gag. Her arms pulling the restraints as my lips met the hollow of her throat, sucking and nibbling. I move to the side of her neck, tracing the length with my nose. Her body shivering at the soft touch. Teeth met the tender flesh of her neck and she screams, not expecting the rough treatment. Her body arches into me, her chest swelling into me while her limbs strain in the rope. I lick the spot I bit, then pulled away. The blindfold has slipped by her nose, she can see light and can make out my figure on top of her. I lean out of her view, beginning to kiss down her right arm... an excuse to check her cuff. I kiss my way back, my teeth grazing her shoulder. She moans as her hips writhe in response. " Now that's what I want. Your body begging for my touch." My words ...

... are spoken to her throat, where I bit down, making her squeal. She will have matching bruises on each side of her neck. My mouth runs the circuit on her left arm, my teeth meeting the soft flesh of her upper arm. My breath tickles as I move to her breasts, my hips moving down on top of hers. I reach under her, she arches her back to give me space. I unclasp the back of her nightie, and then detach the straps at the front, peeling back the cups to reveal her breasts. I murmur my approval, enveloping them in my hands, my thumbs rubbing over her nipples. My warm mouth latching on to one, my tongue and teeth coaxing a reaction from her body. I pinch and pull her nipple between my fingers as I move to the other. In moments, her tiny pink nipples are standing at attention. I cup her breasts in my hands kissing each one, before moving down her body again. She is expecting me to continue my teasing; suddenly, the sharp noise of a zipper caught her attention. From under her blindfold, she sees me sliding down my pants, revealing my cock. I'm stroking it in my hand, looking at her body. She moans at the sight, and shakes her head side to side, trying to toss the blindfold off; I didn't notice. I kneel on the bed, stroking myself with one hand, the other tracing down her thigh. I move between her legs, then lean over her, picking up something that is out of her view. A flash of metal glints as she feels coldness at the dip in her hips. I slide the blade of the knife under her panties ...