True Sex Stories: Orange Crush

"She whimpers and pulls at the ropes and writhes as the citric acid and sweat burns along the length of the cuts to her breasts and I marvel once again at her as she revels in pain and pleasure."

She writhes next to me - glistening with a sheen of sweat as she pulls at her tethers. The sun is now past midday and smiles down warmly upon us. I lie next to her, also naked, also sweating. I hear waves crashing in the distance. The large butcher knife is almost the length of her torso and it's sticky, jaune gore, coated blade catches and refracts the sunlight as it rocks with her movements.

She is always beautiful, but more so when her face is flushed from exersion. She looks at me with her large pupiled eyes, as dark and enchanting as sin, as the sins of her wants, and her mouth moves of it's own accord as though invisible hands and strings manipulate her jaws and throat. The small cuts below her nipples and under her breasts look like fine silk threads of red.

I trace over her features with the pads of my fingers - her forehead, her small nose, her parted lips and chin, then over her breasts to pinch each nipple and tug at them with unmerciful fingers and she moans and tries to squeeze her wide tied thighs, to stimulate her already engorged and excited clitoris. I slide my hand down her small body, along her taunt tummy to the small patch of pubic hair above her slit to caress and stroke it. I love that small square of soft downy thatch - love touching it, caressing it, rubbing my face against it, grinding my cock into it...

My hand delves deeper, cupping her soft, swollen, weeping cunt. She grunts and moans wantonly as her clitoris makes contact with my hand and I smile a dark smirking smile. She wants to cum. She always wants to cum...

I toy with her clitoris as she makes little noises and humps against my hand as the ropes cinch into her caramel colored skin. She pleads to cum for me, desperately seeking permission, knowing I am far too enthralled with tormenting her at the moment to assent...

The oranges are plump and oozing their citrus nectar from where I sliced them earlier and placed them in the glass bowl next to us. I pick up an orange halve and bring it to her mouth. She licks it, running her tongue over the sliced fruit, lapping at the sweet slashed pulpy gore as I crush it in my hand and it's pulp tears and explodes and pours forth it's juice over her mouth and lips and chin and throat.

I pick up another sliced halve and hold it over her left breast and slowly squeeze, watching as the drops of acidic citric fluid form and reflect the light before dripping down onto her tanned breasts and to the fine, slender cuts I made earlier.

She whimpers and pulls at the ropes and writhes as the citric acid and sweat burns along the length of the cuts to her breasts and I marvel once again at her as she revels in pain and pleasure. She needs to cum, she begs. I grind the now mashed orange roughly against her clitoris and into her cunt as I lap fiercely at her breast and growl the demand she most adores - "cum."

"I rise and fall, and time folds into a long moment..." ~ Roethke

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