Hostage Part Two - Sex Stories

Hostage Part Two

... you start to bind my hands together behind my back. “Yes, that’s right. Now before we become hostage and captor, is there anything else you want to discuss?” You shake your head no, as you bind my feet together. “Ok good. Now you have captured me, so you can call me anything you want, spank me with whatever you want, and stick your dick wherever you want, ok?” You grin, as you nod your head up and down. “Ok, just remember kiwi, if you are uncomfortable.” When I feel that you are ready, I begin transforming my mind, to that of the hostage. I squirm, testing my bonds, as I look back at you. “I tell you, my father is going to pay the ransom!” You are shocked at how quickly I moved into this game, but you jump right in as well. “It is three days past the deadline. It’s time to pay.” You stroke your cock, as you leer at my exposed body. “Oh no! What are you going to do?” I ask fearfully. “Well, first I am going to spank that ass until it is red. Then I am going to fuck it!” you say evilly, as you position my ass high in the air. “Oh no! Don’t do that, please! I swear my father will pay the ransom! Please don’t!” I cry pitifully. “Shut up, bitch!” you yell as you slam the ping-pong paddle down on my ass. I scream, as a mix of pain and pleasure washes through me. You start to spank my ass, as I scream out with the pain and indignity of it all, while secretly I am enjoying it tremendously. My cream drips down my legs, to the bed beneath me, I am so excited. You cast the paddle away, ...

... as you take your hand, and shove it deep into my pussy, taking a handful of my wet juice out, and spread it over my ass, to soothe the stinging pain of the spanking. I find it hard to stay in character, I am so incredibly aroused right now. “Now, slut, you are going to take my big cock in your ass, because you want it so bad. Isn’t that right, bitch?” you say, as you pull me hair back, so you can see my face. “No! Please don’t put I it in my butt! It’s so big! I am sure my butt will tear!” I cry pitifully, with the beginnings of real tears. “Too bad, cunt. I know you are lying. I know how bad you want this big cock in your tight ass.” You shove your hand in my pussy again, and pull out several wet fingers. “Don’t believe me? Here lick my fingers clean, bitch!” I tremble with fear, as I do what I am told, my hot tongue darting out to lick my sweet cream off of your long fingers. You groan, as you feel my tongue rasping over your fingers. You, too, are so excited, that you are finding it hard to stay in character. “See bitch? So you can’t lie to me and say that you don’t want my big throbbing meat pole to be stuck to it’s root deep in your ass. Can you, slut?” you say smugly, as you lube up your giant cock, and my asshole. You pull my hair back again, so you can get my answer. “Nnn … nno...” I stutter, as real tears fall down my face. I see that the real tears are making you uncomfortable, so I break character. “Come on, Trevor. Fuck me. You are doing so great, don’t stop.” You ...