The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... a grateful dog. Taking first one ball then the other individually into your mouth, you play with them with your tongue. Soon you take both orally. This depravity is a new experience for you as I enjoy the fruits of your labour for some time before allowing you to fully disconnect. I slowly turn around. You see what your nose has been feeling; I am rock hard again! "I'm gonna let your arms free now, but you better not try anything, OK?" You only nod hypnotically as the massive dick bobs in front of you. You offer no resistance as I use the key and unlock the cuffs. Picking you up, I carry you over to the bed. Spreading your curvy body length wise over the bed, I watch you slyly. Instinctively, you spread your arms and legs apart as if they were tied to each individual corner of the bed's frame. I clamber atop the bed over you and bury my face between your legs. Soon I am giving your shaven pussy more than a few laps with my tongue. That doesn't last long though because I pull myself further up your unresisting body. You feel me slip my hard dick up between your round breasts. Slowly I slide my shaft back and forth in the valley of your cleavage. As the helmet of my hard on begins poking through at your chin, I demand that you lick it on each thrust. You don't get it every time, but enough to please your captor. Soon enough I scoot further down your body, holding your thighs apart. I bring my excited and aroused member down to the opening of your pussy. I push myself deep ...

... inside you. It slides in easily, between my spit and your juices you are sopping wet. Your pussy muscles grip my hard dick as it penetrates you. You hate that I am not wearing protection, but your body is so aroused that you could do little more than accept and match this firm pounding. Things quickly became a sexual blur. I am having way with the woman under me. I maintain an unrelenting pace of thrusting my dick into you continuously. Eventually, finally, you feel me fire a load of hot, sticky seed inside, then another as your legs grip me and hold me there. We lay there for minutes on end in total silence. Our bodies are coated in sweat and still entwined. Finally, I get up, pick up the handcuffs and cuff your wrists around the metal top frame of the bed. You start to complain, but when my hand curls around your mouth, engulfing it, you realize the futility of complaint. "You've done well so far, Bitch. I am gonna go outside and get a drink, be back in a minute." I leave you alone. It runs through your mind to shout for help, but you do not. Hearing a voice outside the room, to you it sounds like me, but you are unsure. It must have been because as soon as it stops, I enter the room, followed by a ray of bright mid-morning sunshine. I am carrying an ice cold can of cola. Seeing it reminds you of a thirst you have. But I don't open it, rather I sit on the bed beside you. You squirm as I hold it against the heat of your pussy, slowly pulling it up your body. Closing your eyes in ...