True Sex Stories: A Night At Amadeo’s

For a quarter hour, while he whipped me sporadically and spanked me with his right hand, I rutted myself against his left. The friction of clit and labia sliding on his fingers sent me to delirious convulsions.

I am behind on a couple of projects. I telephoned Amadeo in the afternoon and explained my situation. I suggested that we share a quick dinner, then spend the evening in each other's company, but working, and proceed to sex nearer to bedtime. He said he had deadlines as well and a trip to Germany next week for which to prepare. So he agreed.

It was a domestic scene. Amadeo sat at one end of the sofa with his laptop perched on his knees, while I curled myself on the cushions, propped my head on a pillow, and read. He idly stroked my foot through the black stockings. Just before midnight, he closed his laptop and set it on the table in front of us. He poured the dregs of the wine bottle into his glass and drained it. An enormous paw lowered over my breast. We kissed as lovers do.

He stood me up and undressed me, tongue and lips painting over the skin as he removed my clothes. Once naked, he sent me to my knees, lifted to his feet, and undressed in his turn. He looped his belt about my throat and led me crawling to the bedroom behind him, a girl on a leash. Amadeo sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread open. I knelt on the floor, hands holding his calves and feet, and sucked his cock.

Amadeo controlled the tempo of the blowjob. My head fit easily into his palm. He gripped my scalp. Fingers twisted in my hair. A thick stream of saliva spilled from my mouth and streamed down his shaft in alluvial flows. The saliva left streaks in his pubis. The expectorate dangled from his balls and swayed like rope. My eyes rolled backward in my head as the cock imposed itself into my throat, withdrew partway, and stabbed in again. Using my ears as handles, he fucked my skull. Fingers forced my jaw to open wider. The heel of his hand pushed at my forehead and angled my head up to look at him. A wad of his spit landed on my nose. He slapped the bulge his cock made in my cheeks. The back of his hand clipped across my face. He manhandled my breasts. Though I gagged over his cock, though tears welled up in my eyes, he pounded my throat, fast and remorseless with his penis. It was Amadeo's prerogative to mistake my mouth for a cunt. I was left to my own devices, to accommodate the erection as best I could while he used me for his pleasure.

He wrapped the belt around his hand and tugged so that the leather tightened about my throat and constricted. He held me down against his groin and came explosively in my throat. The semen bypassed my tongue completely; I didn't taste any of it.

When he let go of my head, I surfaced for air. I gasped for breath. My lips were bruised and swollen.

Amadeo wrapped the belt about my wrists, which he held behind my back, and blindfolded my eyes with a scarf. While I hunched over on the bed on shoulders and knees, he spanked my defenseless pussy from below. Retrieving another belt from the bedroom closet, he whipped across my shoulders and back. The belt slashed at my buttocks. I couldn't see any of it, but a shift in his weight on the mattress and a hitch in his breathing allowed me to anticipate the blows.

I cried into my blindfold. My nose became runny. Still, I begged him for more. I begged him to fuck me. Bound though they were, my hands stroked his erection.

Amadeo refused my entreaty. His hand cupped under my pussy. He insisted on having my orgasm before he would place his cock inside me.

For a quarter hour, while he whipped me sporadically and spanked me with his right hand, I rutted myself against his left. The friction of clit and labia sliding on his fingers sent me to delirious convulsions.

Amadeo loosened the blindfold. I rolled onto my back and separated my legs as wide as I could. Pausing briefly to cover himself with a condom, Amadeo threw himself on top of me. Still bound behind me, my hands dug into my back. My shoulders protested at the weight on top. It didn't signify. It was the desire in my cunt that mattered. I used the muscles in my thighs to launch myself from the bed.

His tongue fucked my mouth. Amadeo bit my shoulders and neck. He squeezed my tits. He had come once already, so he could go on and on. He took me in different positions, having me as he willed the sex. My pussy shuddered around his shaft throughout.

He came finally, wrenching my shoulders from behind as he pulled on the belt wrapping my wrists, and collapsed on top of my back. We kissed gently.

Sometime after one in the morning, I laid in the crook of his shoulder. I held his arms over my torso and stroked them. He caressed my breasts. His fingers combing through my hair: this is my last memory of evening.

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