True Sex Stories: Desseins

I really had no intention of fucking her.

Not initially anyway; not before I had stripped her, teased her; tormented her mercilessly, then dragged her off to perform her tache du jour...

But she can be very persuasive in her salacious endeavors. Greedy girls that she is.

Fending off her adorable, wanton advances is an ever evolving craft. I take Devilish Delight in her Damnable Denial - denial of sex, of masturbation, of her beloved orgasms...

I fend her off as she tears at my clothing, stretching my shirt out as she attempts to pull me towards her and lunges for the clothed flesh awaiting beneath my cargo shorts. She is saying something about if "I would just cooperate" as I am laughing at her. I enjoy her too much and not enough.

Then she is as I like her: naked, and I have her handcuffed as I beat her ass and back with belt and stranded whip. The varied, fine red lines are like a salacious ogham inscription across her heated skin. I slide my fingers along her sopping crease and into her swollen pussy as she groans and asks to cum.

I deny her.

I push her to the floor and hold her by the throat and slap her face as she begs like the little maso-pain cum slut that she is to be allowed suck my cock. I push her away and retreat from her as I shed my shirt and shorts to stand naked before her as she wobbles intently on her knees to me, her wrists manacled behind her. I grasp her hair and hold her head inches from that which she desires. For indelible moments, I deny her.

Again, she begs. I relent and ease into the pleasures of her mouth and swirling tongue as my stalk swells and broadens within her warm, wet, recesses. I groan in pleasure and drag her, still tethered to me by my sex to the chair. I collapse back and allow her to indulge herself upon my flesh.

She sucks me so sweetly, so roughly; so fucking perfectly. I throb and pulse within her mouth and, as I close my eyes, I see white lights and arcs. I want to shove this cock through her head. Even with her wrists cuffed behind her, and her balance forced awkward, she could teach classes on performing fellatio.

I want to cum. She wants me to cum - to feed her. I deny her.

I pull her face from my cock, a stream of saliva and precum linking her lips to it, and jerk a pillow case over her head. She protests and whines at being denied her creamy treat as I wind the linen tightly over her face and throat, forming an alto relievo of her comely features.

The staccato slaps take her by surprise as I open hand her face and breasts. She whimpers as I randomly attack each of her breasts and then her face over and over.

Her pussy is so very fucking wet...

I had no intention of fucking her this soon. My preliminary plans are now thwarted. She would pay for this.

She humps my leg like a bitch in heat while gnawing at my nipples as I rub my hard, silken flesh against her side. She twists her head to watch me through her hair as I stroke my engorged shaft and rub it along her.

"I want your cock," she pleads. I deny her.

She wants to cum on my leg. I deny her.

"Suck my cock, then climb on it," I demand.

She sucks with it impunity, then mounts and impales herself in a single experienced movement. I throb up deeply inside her. She wants to cum. I deny her yet again, grinning a feral grin.

"Ride it and don't you fucking cum," I growl at her as I slap her breasts. She groans and soaks me as she whines. I continue to slap her breasts and punch her in the ribs.

"You're gonna make me cum," she breathlessly murmurs through wet, glistening lips.

"No! Don't you fucking cum!" I order her.

I shove her off and back, rolling her beneath me to pound her deep and hard, folding her neatly to stab at her cunt as she begs to cum. I deny her.

She is beside herself with lust and pent up frustration. The room reeks of sex - testosterone, pussy, and sweat. I pummel her hard, my cock pistoning wetly in and out of her. She begs, clinging at me, whimpering, pleading...

"Cum!" It wasn't a request.

Cum she does, explodes wetly beneath me, clenching, pulsing; convulsing frantically as our sweaty bodies friction against the other. I pull out of her and rub my slick, hard cock into her Frenched: neatly boxed and manicured pubic hair - grinding, humping into her pelvis and mons as the soft pubic hair caresses beneath my shaft until I spew a hot, pearlescent pool onto her small tummy as she twists and gnaws at my nipples.

And afterwards, I lie there reflecting that I really had no intention of fucking her before we reached the cannons at the park...

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