Stifling - Sex Stories

Stifling

... deliberate clatter. “Take your clothes off,” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He crossed his arms and tugged his shirt off over his head. I followed suit. Somehow, I felt even hotter without the shirt. I stepped out of my shoes and wriggled free of my jeans and underwear. Robbie slid his belt free of his jeans and stepped towards me. My eyes flicked to his uncertainly but before I could ask what he was doing, he reached behind me and looped the leather tight around my wrists, securing them together. “There,” he said. “Much better.” The bulge in his jeans was prominent and visible but he didn’t finish undressing. He flicked the switch on a lamp in the corner, lighting up the room. There was something careless about the way his eyes swept over me. Beneath the desire there was something thoughtful, curious, like he was wondering just what he wanted to do with me. I could smell my own sweat and my heart thudded as he stood in front of me. He ran his hand down my body, roughly massaging my wet pussy. With his free hand, he tugged his jeans and boxers aside to let his cock out and then he pushed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of him. “All those times you would talk to me,” he said softly, “All I could think of was you gagging on my cock.” His hand wrapped tight in my hair and he guided me forward until the head of his cock was in my mouth. Then, without warning, he shunted his hips forward hard, pressing my face against him as his cock ...

... lodged into my throat. I felt my eyes water and he held me there for an agonising few seconds before pulling abruptly back. I gasped for air and just as I got it, he thrust again. “You haven’t done this before, have you?” he asked through gritted teeth. I stared up at him, my eyes watering and he smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll soon be an expert.” He pulled out and wrapped his hand around my throat as I sucked in air, and then he went back at it again. He pushed deep into my throat and pumped in and out a couple of times before letting me up for air and then he went again, making me last longer every time. The exertion was making me sweat and the air in the room was too hot, making it feel like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen in every breath. I gasped and spluttered as he used my mouth and saliva dripped continuously down my chin. He held my hair tight, my nose pressed against his stomach. It went on longer than I expected, longer than I thought I could take. His eyes watched me like he was wondering how long I could last and then finally, he pulled free. “Not bad,” he said, more to himself than to me. I wanted to wipe the saliva from my chin and neck but my hands were tied and I couldn’t do anything. Before I’d even begun to breathe properly, Robbie grasped my arm, pulling me up off the floor and towards the window. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, thinking he was going to open it and let the stifling heat escape. I was wrong. He pushed me forward so my body made contact with ...