White Slave Auction - Rebecca - Sex Stories

White Slave Auction - Rebecca

... before?"

"B-bondage, you mean?"

"Let's start with that, yes."

"No. Never."

"Interesting," Chris said in a tone which was part disbelief, part fascination. She wanted to ask him why he seemed so surprised at that but her thoughts were confused and mixed. Swamped with lust, desire, and fear.

He thrust forward slowly, his cock pressing aside her lower lips and sinking into her pussy inch by inch. The feeling made her toes curl with pleasure. Chris was half draped over her now, his hands were about her sides, holding her firm as he penetrated her. Rebecca was breathing more quickly, her sides shuddered. The feeling was good, having something warm and hard inside of her after everything felt sublime.

She'd never been fucked like this in her life. With her arms and head secured by the stocks, she couldn't see Chris at all. She didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing until she felt it. It forced her to rely on her other senses. On the feeling of his skin against hers, the motion of his hips as they moved back and forth, the moment of penetration and the smooth rhythm of his thrusting and her grinding. She was moaning now, her hips swayed with each thrust.

Chris moved faster, enjoying how her body responded to him. Her pussy clung to his shaft, and her legs shook and quaked. The sultry softness of her moans echoed through the room, and her mind was filled with thoughts of lust and desire. Chris' powerful strokes made her heart flutter. Ecstasy ...

... danced and sparked with each moment of their coupling. He buried himself in her, his cock hard and long, the penetration made her gasp, and the wooden stocks locked her in place. Made her helpless, made her want. She was being fucked from behind and she didn't even know anything about the guy doing it! As she gasped and moaned, Rebecca wondered what sort of woman would do that?

A slave would. That was what she was now, and as pleasure pounded through her body, her legs pushing back against Chris' powerful thrusts, she realized that she was enjoying this moment way more than she probably should have been. Her nerves sparked, and her skin tingled. Waves of heat and cold rushed across her body. She could feel how hard and how sensitive her nipples had become and knew that if her hands had not been restrained, she would have been stroking and groping them even now.

Her body was on fire. It screamed for more, more, more! And Chris' hands curled about her waist, his fingers fluttered over her pale skin. He plucked at her nipples suddenly and the rush of pleasure made her weak at the knees. He noticed her reaction and eagerly did it again, his thrusts tore moans from her throat and his fingers deftly made her heart flutter with pleasure. He stroked and caressed her chest and rubbed his palms over the hardness of her nipples. Her cries grew ever deeper and more desperate, a climax roaring along her nerves and growing stronger by the moment.

Before she could reach it, Chris came ...