Floored - Sex Stories

Floored

... raced.

He stood alongside Kathryn, shining a torch into her ear and gently checking her lobes with his finger. He moved to the front and examined each nostril. He’d probed nothing intimate yet, but Kathryn flinched at every contact. His touch was electrifying. She felt wetness drifting into the crotch of her panties.

‘Open your mouth.’ Kathryn obeyed, not gagging as he placed a gloved finger deep on the back of her tongue and moved it right around her teeth, top and bottom.

He was behind her now, undoing her bra. Her breasts fell a little as he removed them, then he stepped in front, checking every seam of her bra.

He found nothing.

He ran his searching fingertips under her breasts and took each nipple between his fingers, squeezing them hard. Kathryn let out a silent scream as the pain scribed itself across her face. ‘That’s good. You’re doing a much better job of taking your punishment now. Turn around and bend over. Steady yourself on the chair.’

Kathryn spun around and did as instructed. He put his gloved fingers behind the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her ankles. She lifted each leg in turn, being sure to bring them high so he could ease her panties below her stilettos.

‘Goodness me, young lady, these panties are in a disgraceful state. They’re soaking!’ He moved in front of the chair, inspecting Kathryn’s underwear with his characteristic thoroughness. He ran his fingers across the crotch, checking she’d tucked nothing in the fold ...

... beneath. He withdrew, parting his thumb and forefinger; she swallowed with acute embarrassment as a string of her juices stretched between his fingertips. Kathryn felt mortified at seeing him bring his fingers to his nose and sniff. A burn of humiliation spread at her core.

‘Open your legs; I need to examine your anus and vagina.’ He sounded matter-of-fact, almost medical.

As he inserted a probing finger into Kathryn’s sodden cunt, she shivered in waves of deep pleasure which rushed through her body. He was dispassionate and focused, leaving no part of her cunt untouched. As he pulled his finger over her g-spot, she whimpered and gripped the chair tight, desperate not to orgasm. He was working his fingers through her substantial bush, making it thoroughly wet with her juices and brushing her clitoris with each searching downstroke. Kathryn was in agony, trying to contain herself.

‘This is not for your pleasure or mine, Ms Rycroft. You are forbidden from orgasming, understood?’ Kathryn’s head was spinning. She couldn’t reply for fear of going over the edge. He didn’t press for an answer.

He stood behind her again, pushing a wet, gloved finger into her tight anus. It was too much. Sharp, involuntary panting took over Kathryn and made her stomach convulse, shaking her onto his finger with each pulse, intensifying her pleasure.

‘Sorry, I’m, oh god, no!’ He held his finger quite still, yielding nothing as Kathryn’s orgasm overwhelmed her.

Her moaning gave way to an ...