Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11 - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11

... fingers into my panties and stroked, stoking the fire inside of me.

“This is nice.”

I fumbled with the tie on her kimono, wanting to feel her against me. She let me undress her. Underneath, though, she wasn’t naked. Leather. Red leather. A corset and panties. It laced up the back.

She straddled me and pulled my dress off. And then stripped me of my panties and bra, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Tell me what you want, Jenny—what you really want.” She reached under one of her pillows and pulled out my collar, dangling it from her fingers above my face.”

I thought about it for a moment before answering.

“I want to please you.”

“Whatever it takes?” she asked, running her fingers through my hair.

“Yes,” was the simple answer.

“Even if it means getting into my cage?” She kissed the tip of my nose and buckled the collar around my throat, locking it on with a small padlock. It wasn’t going to come off for a long time, I guessed. I didn’t care. I felt my pussy flooding as she kissed the tips of my nipple, her teeth teasing it playfully. Sucking it into her mouth, her teeth closing as it swelled between her lips, the tip of her tongue flickering as she bit down until I began to squirm, pleasure mixing with pain.

“Yes,” I hissed.

She pushed her fingers back into me. Not just one. All of them. Stretching me uncomfortably. Twisting them inside of me until it hurt.

“Amber’s not the only one who wants to hurt you.”

I answered the only way I could. ...

... Spreading my legs for her gasping as I felt her teeth sinking into my sensitive flesh, almost breaking the skin. And then… she did. I let out a short scream, pain blossoming and radiating through my tit.

She kissed me, the coppery taste of my blood smearing against my lips and tongue as I whimpered into her mouth.

And then, her mouth on my other nipple. I tensed, feeling the press of her sharp teeth on the sensitive tip.

“Beg me, Jenny,” she said, releasing my nipple for a moment, her fingers filling my cunt. I could feel her start to curl them inside of me. Tears began to wet my lashes.

“Please?” I managed, shaking as I felt a fist forming inside of me, her teeth pressing harder. Until I let out a cry of pain.

My cunt clamped around her wrist as she bit me, drawing more blood.

“Too bad Eric can’t see you now.”

Eric. The guy I’d fucked at the club. Not fucked. He’d fucked me. Through a glory hole. Later, Amber and Jenny had sent him a picture of me tied down and coming. I wondered if he still looked at them. Masturbated to them. Probably…

I started moaning as she uncurled her fingers, relief flooding me, my nipples aching and throbbing.

“Want me to tie you down?”

“Yes?”

She just smiled, taking her time as she got out her leather cuffs and some rope. And a crop.

“Amber’s not the only one who wants to hurt you, slut.”

She tied me down on her bed, a pillow under my head, another one under my hips, raising them. Spread eagled and helpless. And I ...