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10 strokes

Silken blindfold covering my eyes. Wrists grasped and bound tightly. I know the marks the twisted hemp will leave on my skin. A firm hand turning me, pushing me face down across the bed, arms pulled out in front as the rope is secured to the wrought iron swirls of the bed. There is enough length that my feet still touch the floor on the other side, just, balancing on the high heels of my shoes. I hear your soft tread as you move around the bed, hands stroking silk covered calves and thighs. One ankle grasped firmly and I feel the leather cuff being buckled into place. A whispered, &#034Spread your legs.&#034 No thought of disobeying that soft command, my thighs part and the other ankle is cuffed. The spreader bar now holding my legs apart. Now I'm exposed, glistening pussy and upraised ass. My hands strain against the bonds, my breath quickens in anticipation. Tits pressed against the cotton sheet, nipples hard and aching. No movement, no sound other than that of my own breathing. My ears strain to capture some slight noise that would tell me where you were, what your next move might be. The waiting is intolerable and seems to last for an eternity. Are you watching me, watching the way my fingers tangle in the rope binding me to the bed, the way I struggle to close my thighs? Do you see the wetness of my pussy and know it's because I'm restrained so, the faint bruises on my skin from my last encounter with you? Still no sound, my head turns desperately trying to hear ...

... something of you. An indrawn gasp as I suddenly feel your hands gripping my shoulders, hauling me forwards, my be-spread legs angled straight out behind me. The brush of your cock against my cheek, smacking against my lips. Your hand grips my head, pulling it back, my lips part and you take full advantage, thrusting your cock into my mouth, forcing me to take it all, making me gag around your hard flesh. Your hips thrust, using my mouth, the feel of my tongue against the underside of your cock. With each thrust I feel your cock getting harder, throbbing in the heat of my mouth. Abruptly you withdraw, smacking your cock against my face, smearing my saliva on my flushed skin. I moan at the loss of your cock, bound hands trying to reach for you. The sound of movement and I know you've stepped away. My wrists pulling at their binding, trying to free myself, craving one more taste. I didn't hear you move around the bed, so intent on my own struggle. The touch of your hands, gentle at first on my ankle, then your fingers tighten above the cuffs and you drag me back across the bed, the rope tightening, my nipples responding, hardening further, my pussy so wet and tingling. I feel the heels of my shoes touch the floor and release my held breath in a long soft moan. A stinging slap lands on my ass, I can feel how my skin burns and blushes at your touch. Your cock thrust hard into the silken heat of my cunt, your hands gripping my hips firmly. Moaning at the feel of you inside me, writhing as ...