Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality - Sex Stories

Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality

... coy look. " Or." I said, pointedly, throwing a leg over her chest. The head of my cock resting on her bottom lip. She flicks her tongue over it, vertically, letting her lips close over the tip. She smiles, leaning her head up so she can reach more of my cock. It is unnecessary, as I grab the back of her head thrusting my shaft into her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she gags at the intrusion which I try to push down her throat. Her jaw is aching from the gag and now her mouth is forced open as wide as it can go. She tries to accommodate my length and thickness, gagging again as I try a second time to fit in her throat. " Come on. That's barely half of it. Rumors say you have legendary skills, huh?" I force her head to my cock. The tip pushing past her gag reflex and into her throat. Another inch slides in before she pulls back, whipping her head around. I pull out as she gasps for air, the bed shaking from the way she pulls on the ropes. She hadn't gotten two full breaths when I plunge back into her mouth, my fingers scraping against her scalp. I pump a few times in her mouth as she struggles to keep up. I pull out with a laugh " You're right; probably better when you're in control." She is panting, covered in a light sheen of sweat. " No shit. I can control my gag reflex. You can't." She hates being face fucked. Her attitude is rewarded with my tip tickling her throat; her eyes watering, her body protesting with flailing limbs. I pull back as she swirls her tongue over the ...

... tip as it left her mouth. I stroke my cock, letting her watch my hand pump the shaft while I stare her down. She bits and licks her lips, enthralled by the monster cock in front of her. She opens her mouth meeting my gaze, seductively twirling her tongue to entice me. I grin, obliging her with the head of my cock on her lips. She leans her head up to take more of my cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the tip. Her lips make a tight O around my shaft, pulling over the ridge and then relaxing as she repeats the stroke. Her tongue snaking down my shaft, coaxing me closer. " That is the image I've been fantasizing about for months..." I moan, watching her intently. My hand smooth her hair down as she greedily took another inch of my thickness into her mouth. Her jaw aches, but she continues, desperate to please me in her limited state. I pull back, the head of my cock making a popping noise as the suction broke, and dismounted her. I slide off the bed and kneel at the corner. The tension on her right leg relaxes and she bent her knee, glad for the change of position. The cuff is removed from her ankle; light indents from her struggles mark her inside ankle. I freed her left leg as well, then move up to her arms. I untied her left hand, crossed the bed, and tied it to the opposite corner. I move to the other side and repeated the process, so she is face down in her pillow, again. I pull her nightgown down her body, dropping it on the floor. Then I turn her to her knees. Her ...