The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... pant.

"PLEASE can I come?" she asked with greater fervency.

"Please may I come... what?" I continued to torture her.

"PLEASE MAY I COME SIR!" Danielle cried out, fighting back her impending climax.

"No." I said, drawing out the ordeal.

Danielle's whole body was now glistening with perspiration and she was clenching down hard on my shaft. I had to withdraw, but I kept rubbing on her clit.

"Aaahhhh please" she begged me "I can't hold it anymore, please can I come?"

"You can come." I relented.

Every muscle in Danielle's body seemed to contract, her eyes once more rolled back, her thighs pressed together, squeezing my arm and i continued to massage her clit. She took a breath in and then paused. For only a moment there was silence, like the moment between the flash of a nuclear bomb detonating, and the pressure wave hitting the observer.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she exploded to life, thrusting forward as her thighs flew apart again, jerking her clit away from my finger. Her hands, up until now cuffed behind her back, suddenly appeared at her side, fingers splayed wide, the cheap plastic toy chain had snapped easily by her adrenaline fueled muscles.

A spray of liquid shot across my jeans, followed by another, then another.

"Ohhh shit, oh fuck, I don't know what happened, I didn't mean..." Danielle seemed confused and disturbed. Tears were streaming down her face as she was rocked over and over by whole body spasms.

"What's the ...

... matter?" I asked, worried I'd somehow overloaded her brain.

"I think..... I think I just pee'd on you... I couldnt stop myself." She managed to reply as her climax eventually subsided. She was mortified by what she thought had just happened. But i knew otherwise.

"It's OK, it's not pee, you squirted!" I reasured her, "not a lot of girls can squirt but it was so fucking hot!"

I gave Danielle some time to recover and noticed that the stapler was lying on the floor. One end of the string had given way where it was taped to the peg. She wiped her eyes and took a drink from the can still sitting on the desk.

"Coca-cola?" she asked, offering me the can with her still cuffed hand. I took some and the started to unbind her legs. Supporting each one as she lowered it off the desk.

"We need to take these off" I said, pointing at the pegs, "you can use a pen lid to pop the handcuff lock open".

"Oh fuck" she sighed, "just get it over with.".

Danielle lifted a pen out of my desk tidy and released the broken handcuffs from around her wrists. I knelt down between her spead legs and took hold of one peg then gently squeezed it to release its grip on her swollen, extruded lip.

"Ahhh" she winced as it released her.

I removed the other one in the same fashion and then i leaned in and started licking her pussy slowly and carefully, trying to soothe it a little. I lapped up the sticky liquid that had trickled down over her inner folds and started to pool on the desk, gently ...