The Party Gift - Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 5

... eruption hit. Releasing my mouth, I let out a bloodcurdling scream of epic and unprecedented volume as my body was literally on the verge of quaking itself apart. With two fingers buried inside me, Deanna’s face lit up with exceptional delight as she felt the geyser of boiling sexual nectar launch out of me. It splattered all over my inner thighs as well as all over Deanna’s abdomen; and of course, all over the seat of the chair, turning the puddle into a virtual pond of my cum. Deanna sensually massaged deep inside me with those fingers as she listened to me pant and moan in exhausted pleasure and relief as the intense orgasm washed over and through my body. Sliding off my lap and sinking down to her knees in front of me, Deanna proceeded to lick me clean. She took her time with long, lavish and luxurious licks; covering every single inch of my inner thighs, all the way from my knees to my steamy slot that was still drooling. Spreading my legs apart as far as she could as they were still secured to the chair legs at the ankles, Deanna then sucked and slurped the puddle of my nectar directly off the hardwood seat of the chair I was sitting in. Ultimately kissing, licking and suckling her way back up the front of my flushed, sweaty and seething body, I was soon gazing at the glistening wetness of my own nectar all over Deanna's chin and lips. Pressing her lips against mine, I gluttonously seized Deanna's mouth like a wild beast; reveling in the invigorating flavors of my own ...

... juices mixed with the sweetness of her luscious lips. Deanna cupped my head in her hands and equally reveled in my intensely passionate kiss. Finally coming up for air, a penetrating stare of unequalled desire passed between us. “Untie me,” I hissed. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak my precious,” Deanna replied. “Forgive me,” I panted. “But since it was Mistress who could not behave herself or keep her hands to herself this time, shouldn’t she be subject to punishment herself?” “No,” Deanna stated. “That’s why she is the Mistress. But, since you have been such a very, very good girl and pleased your Mistress so very much; she will comply.” Deanna proceeded to untie me; starting with my ankles and then the scarf around my torso. She stepped over to the drawer where she’d taken the handcuffs from and retrieved the key. Returning to me, she helped me to my feet and took off the cuffs. Once free, I seized Deanna’s face and crushed my mouth to hers, plunging my tongue as deeply in as I could get it. Momentarily overwhelming her with my passionate zeal, I slowly ran my hand down her arm to the handcuffs she still held in her right hand. In a quick flurry of movement, I snatched the cuffs out of her hand and clamped one around her right wrist without even breaking our kiss. Deanna’s eyes opened instantly as she felt the cold steel lock around her. I broke out of our kiss, spun her around and pulled both her arms behind her back and was able to secure her left wrist, all ...