Britwitch's Cottage

[Scuttle Buttin']

He straightened as she began, releasing her chin, his eyes still pointed down at her beneath him. The pause she took, clearing her throat and projecting her voice more fully, sent his eyebrows up, a half grin tugging at his lips when she began anew. He nodded as she spoke then, his gaze dipping from her eyes to the flash of her tongue, then lifting to recapture the blue pools of her eyes again.

Then she was moving, lifting up more fully onto her knees, his eyes flickering to her hands as she reached out to him, and still he remained unmoving as he looked back to her face, letting her hands move up his legs, over his thighs. He could feel the heat of her hands though the denim of his jeans, and that combined easily with the sound of her voice and her position in front of him caused a stirring beneath her hands as they came together on him.

There was no question he wanted her, wanted to use her, feel the warmth and wet of her mouth surrounding it, send his fingers into her hair and push his length into her throat. She knew it as well as he did, his purpose here today abundantly clear now. And still...

"No," he said, and with the silver plug held by two fingers, he closed his hands around her wrists and pulled her hands off of him. Moving away from her, he stepped around and behind her, and crossed the room to her desk. Peering for a moment at the words spilled from her typewriter and onto the page, a chapter in progress but not quite finished, he chuckled to himself and spun the chair away from the desk, pushing the back up against it.

"Stand up, freckles. Turn around," he said, lowering himself into the chair. "I think you need some... focus, first. But how do you expect me to help you focus if you're wearing all that?"

He waved a hand at her, indicating her own jeans and the vest she wore.

"Undress for me, freckles. Crawl over here. Then, maybe, I'll let you have my cock."

 

[Britwitch]

The negative response was slightly unexpected and so ellicited a slight whine from her lips as he pulled her hands from upon him. A further moment of uncertainty as he disappeared behind her. The scrape of wooden chair legs against the floor revealed his position and his action.

Another instruction and she rose, turning on the balls of her feet to see him sat, expectantly before her.
A moment of hesitation. Behind him she could see the typewriter, abandoned mid-chapter, mid-sentence in fact. She felt a pang of guilt. She was only making more work for herself later by allowing herself to be distracted but...

Her eyes moved their focus from the old piece of machinery to the smiling face before it and she knew she would just have to work hard after he'd gone.

A nod to show her understanding and then hands moved. With little ceremony she removed the articles of clothing that kept her from his sight.
Fingers peeling the black vest up over her stomach, higher over bra clad breasts and then over her head. Dropping it lightly onto the table beside his bag her fingers went to work on her jeans.
Soon they had been unbuttoned and lowered, eased over hips and then stepped out of to leave her in underwear alone.

She knew better than to stop where she was. As pretty as the bra was with it's bright floral pattern over the navy blue background, to match the panties, she was sure it was as 'distracting' as the rest of her clothes had been.
Holding his eyes with hers, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and slide the straps down her arms. Generous swells revealed, pale pink tips already trying to demand attention for themselves. By the time her panties were also on the table, they were hard.

Freckle dusted shoulders down to paler skin that rarely saw the sun, every inch of her was on display. For him.
Dropping once more to her knees she crawled again. Breasts freer now in their motion and the tiles beneath her hands and knees seeming cooler now she was naked.

This crawl seemed to take longer too, even though the distance was a little shorter. Maybe it was feeling his eyes on her skin, maybe it was the hope that this act would see a reward...of sorts.

Maybe it was that her hardened nipples and racing imagination were increasing the heat between her thighs.

Focus. It was all about focus.

As she settled back onto her knees before him and looked up hopefully she knew where her focus lay...and despite being within touching distance of the typewriter, it couldn't have been further from her novel if she'd tried.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

No effort was made to hide his eyes moving over her, watching as more and more of her was exposed to the still cottage air and his hungry gaze. His own tongue slid between his lips, wetting them while she undressed for him, the reveal of each new inch of skin, each new freckle tempting him to leap from the chair, erase the distance between them and just take her on the table behind her.

But he waited. Patience. All good things would come, eventually.

It was a moment after she'd left the last of her clothing on the table before his eyes returned to her face, his eyes still freely drinking her in, curves he knew so well, freckles mapped out by eyes and tongue, fingers and hands, paths he'd traveled before and was still, always, so ready to again. He shifted in his seat, realizing he had grown harder in the confines of his jeans without even noticing it.

"Distracting little Witch," he murmured, low enough that even she may not have heard.

He leaned forward some in the chair as she sank to her knees once more, his lips parted as she pitched forward onto her hands, and began crawling once more. Quietly, but audibly, he sighed as he watched her, the pale pink outline of her nipples under her drawing his attention and holding it until the sway of her hips stole it away. He was harder, he could tell without even touching himself, and he knew watching her that she could have him throbbing without so much as a single touch.

"Fuck," he exhaled out, and leaned back in the chair as she neared him. His arousal was apparent, distorting the shape of his jeans, and he longed for it to be free. To be filling her. Choking her.

She was back on her heels then, sitting up in front of him, and he leaned forward once more, moving closer to her, and let his eyes descend her body. He wanted her to see him appraising her, taking in her nakedness, see him enjoying her body on display openly for him. Reaching out, he caught the hard nub of one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled, rolling it in his grasp, his eyes bouncing up to watch her face as he teased her. Pulling away, he released her, a glance down to watch the full shape of her breast rebound, and then his eyes were back on her face.

Rising to his feet, the silver plug still held in one hand, he reached to clasp his zipper with the same fingers that had just trapped her nipple, the teeth seperated just in front of her as he pulled down. His eyes were on her face, watching her own blue eyes as his hand slipped inside, fingers wrapping around the heat of him and pulling his cock free, the air significantly cooler on his firm flesh.

"Is this what you want, freckles?"

His voice was low, a thread of need running through it. He stood before her, inches away from her mouth, from lips he wanted to part and a throat he wanted to sheathe himself in. And yet...

Stepping to the side of the chair he'd sat in, he took a step back and away from her.

"Come get it. Show me you need to be used."

He watched her there, kneeling for him, waiting until she found her hands on the ground again and began to crawl towards him, and he took another step back.

"Come on, freckles..."

And another step back as she closed in on him.

"Crawl for my cock."

And another, keeping a small distance between them, the swollen head so achingly close and yet persistently out of reach.

 

[Britwitch]

She could see he was hard and she grinned, proudly, to know he wanted all of this as much as she did. To know that he was reacting so strongly and they had yet to touch. It was a thrill, a rush of pride and excitement that made her sit up that little more proudly on her heels.

The pressure of fingers against her nipple made her draw in a sharp breath. Eyes widening ever so slightly as he tugged it. Feeling the flesh bounce and react to his touch. Eyes that then focused intently on the actions of those same fingers. Watching fabric part and then flesh being revealed. Hard flesh.
Flesh that would fit so perfectly upon her tongue.

"Is this what you want, freckles?"

She nodded, then whined as he stepped...away.

"Come get it. Show me you need to be used."

She didn't even hesitate, palms finding the floor and body moving towards him, closing the gap between them and then...he moved again.
A louder whine, edged with disappointment.

"Come on, freckles...Crawl for my cock."

A blush now, of embarrassment at what was happening. She was crawling across the room, readily. Chasing him almost like a puppy waiting for a treat.
That thought just about made her giggle, in spite of her frustration.

She didn't look away from the flesh in his hand. Not even when he teased her. Crawling again and again, head up and lips already parted, she was sure it made for quite the scene.
"Please." She whimpered as she began to believe he might have stopped moving only to watch as he took another step away. "Please, give it to me."

She knew he'd run out of floor eventually, the fireplace at his back, the far wall and window to the side. She also knew he'd lead her around and around the small cottage if it was what he felt like doing.
Trying to keep up and close the gap, she crawled.
A loyal and obedient pet pursuing it's treat, although who knew what tricks she might have to perform to get it.

"Please..."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Like so many things with her, he didn't want it to end. Watching her crawl after him, her eyes focused not on his face now but significantly lower, the hard length of him still captured within his hand. He pulled her along on an invisible leash, made of their mutual need for the other rather than leather or chain, but the tug was just as powerful. If not more so.

He felt the heat growing at his back and knew he was nearing the fire without taking his eyes from her. Watching her crawl, watching hips and breasts sway, watching her want him in her mouth propelling her forward, he knew he couldn't take his eyes off her if he wanted. His backwards path altered, stepped to the side, and he continued leading her around the perimeter of the room, tugging her along with that invisible connection.

"Come on, freckles... don't you want it?"

His eyes were constantly moving, watching her eyes as they remained focused on his cock, watching her hips move, the heavy weight of her full breasts hanging below her, drinking her in. Drinking deeply.

Step after step, he continued moving away from her, making her crawl after him, until he sensed himself nearing the table where his pack waited, another surprise or two contained within, waiting until the time was right, until he was ready to reveal them to her. Use them on her.

At his back, he felt the bump of the chair his jacket had been placed over, and he nearly sprung forward off of it, his backward momentum reversed and carrying him forward now to meet her. With fingers wrapped around his base, he stepped forward as she crawled towards him, guiding himself past her lips and over her tongue. His hand moved, reached around to the back of her head, and he pulled her forward, forcing her lips down to the base of him. Forcing her to swallow him.

"Fuck," he breathed, eyes rolling closed, his fingers curling in her short hair. He held himself there for a moment, feeling her tongue work against him, her throat flex around him, and then he withdrew until he was nearly free of her mouth, barely a moment of hesitation given before he took her mouth again.

 

[Britwitch]

"Come on, freckles... don't you want it?"

She almost growled such was the frustration. She didn't just want it, want him, she needed it.
Need and want and lust burning furiously in her core now, embarrassment quickly fading and turning to ash beneath it's flame.

Every step he took, every shuffle of her knees against the tiles, her eyes never left her prize.
His cock. Her mouth. His cock in her mouth. That was the mantra running round and round her head while he led her slowly but surely around the room.

It had almost always been like this, at least, she found it hard to remember a time when it wasn't. A flash of those eyes or a curve of those lips, the right word at the right time and she would be on her knees in a heartbeat...or however else it was he wanted her.

Then she was suddenly aware he was moving towards her not away and she barely had time to lift up from her hands and sneak a breath before she felt him glide between her lips.
The sound that left those same lips was nothing short of total satisfaction.
Feeling him push and push, filling her mouth, over filling it.
It was what she'd wanted.
Even when his hand at the back of her head forced her to push past the point of comfort until he was lodged in her throat, lips around his base and nose squashed against his body, she was happy.
The tear that sneaked out of her eye as it watered and rolled down her cheek while she choked on him could have been mistaken for something else.

She needed this, needed him, and from the whispered sounds he was making...he needed it too.

Her tongue massaged him, throat tight in it's embrace, and when at last he pulled back...almost leaving her mouth...she looked up into his face. Blue eyes meeting blue and she smiled, as much as one could with their mouthful at any rate.

She knew it would get messy, she would doubtless be slightly (if not entirely) ruined by the time he left her little cottage and left her behind...but right then, as he pushed back inside and gave her what she'd crawled for and begged for...she didn't care.

He could ruin her and she would thank him. It was how it worked and she wanted and needed that too.
Gagging on him again she felt the flames flicker inside. Growing steadily, spreading out from her core. Warming her up, for him.

 

[Britwitch]

Booted feet carry her along well remembered but long forgotten pathways to the cottage. As the end of the year approaches that familiar feeling of reflection comes with it, when it comes to looking back this was the first place she thought of.

Pulling her scarf a little closer around her neck she continued down the path, the air chilly and damp. Eyes fixed on the winding track in the undergrowth, her mind was somewhere else entirely.

A lot has happened in the last eleven months, a lot has changed. There are constants, there always are, there has to be, but things are not as they once were.

The woods are dark, gloomy and damp where usually there is sparkling whiteness. The winter is taking it's time this year. No snow in sight and still Christmas draws closer by the day.

Banging mud from her boots she unlocked the door and stepped inside her little cottage. A few well placed match strikes later and the fire was soon snaking between the logs she'd carefully piled in the hearth at the end of her previous visit. A few more and candles and lanterns began to illuminate the small room.

While waiting for the kettle to boil she sat on the seat beneath the window and let her eyes wander over the room, lips curving into a soft smile as they reached the heavy door. So many faces over the years had come through that doorway, so many friends. As is often the way of things, most had gone now. Their presence in this place just a memory, fond for the most part. New paths had taken them away to new adventures, just as other paths had brought new friends her way. She thought of those she no longer heard from and hoped they were doing well, having fun if nothing else.

The kettle's shrill whistle cut through her reflection and forced her into action. The tea wouldn't make itself after all. As she watched the water slowly staining with the leaves she'd added, she let out an exclamation of surprise. She had come to the cottage with a purpose other than tea. Leaving the mug and it's steaming contents on the side, she reached into her pocket and drew out a rectangular frame.

A new picture was hung on the wall, beside three others. A reminder for herself of what she was capable of even if she never truly allowed herself to believe it.

Maybe one day she would...

 

[marauder13]

Soft footfalls follow a very disused little path that leads to the side of the clearing where a quaint abode of a dear friend sits, a place that he knew she will always return to. It is full of warmth, stories, and an open heart; if a building could have one, her cottage certainly would.

It has been a long time since he walked his own path to the doorway, luckily it has not been so long since the last time he spoke to her. But, he paused for a few moments, then walked onward, doing his best not to make too much noise.

He made his way to her front door, and carefully placed a wicker basket there. Under the red and white checked cloth was a double batch of simple sweet biscuits, each with a dollop of strawberry jam to fill the dimple that had been made in each one.

A simple knock was left for her, if she was in, otherwise she would find them on her arrival. Without waiting, he turned and wandered back down his private pathway through the forest, fading into the white air that hung between the trees, looking forward to when he would come back again.

 

[Britwitch]

The hour was getting late and there was writing to be finished before she went to bed. Focus was needed and, going by the dwindling fire in the hearth, so was firewood. Scooping up the empty wood basket and pulling her scarf around her neck, she headed to the door.

Pulling it open she almost fell over the small surprise that had been left on the doorstep. Frowning in confusion, and with more than a little annoyance that she missed whoever delivered it, she stooped down to lower the empty basket to the floor and to pick up the other one that had been waiting outside.

An eyebrow raised, she peeked under the covering and then grinned. Blue eyes then looked quickly towards dark forest around her cottage hoping to see whoever had come to call but it was much too dark to see anything now and apparently too late to thank whoever it had been. She would have to thank them when they came back.

Putting the basket of goodies onto the table she quickly went about refilling the wood basket so she could bring some life back into the fire.
Settling back down to write beside the now merrily dancing flames she nibbled one of the treats that had been brought to her.

Focus was needed. But biscuits were always good too.

 

[Britwitch]

The snow had come and turned the woods into a winter wonderland overnight. Thick snow blanketed branches and smothered the ground. Silencing all sound.

Inside the cottage the fire danced merrily as she slowly heated a pan of glögi. Spiced wine to help chase away the chill that had crept into her skin on her way to the cottage.

She had a feeling company might come calling so two glass mugs stood waiting on the table.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He opened the door without so much as a knock, entering and letting it fall closed behind him. He spotted the lone inhabitant, all alone in her cabin, isolated once again. He grinned wickedly as he strode toward her.

"Ah, so there you are." His smile is quite wolfish as he approaches her, brazenly. He cups the back of her head, fingers curling in her hair as he grips and pulls her up to her feet, tilting her head back so he can look into her delicious blue eyes. "I think you and I have some unfinished business, don't we?" He holds her like this, with his hand, pulling her body against his as he leans, casually, toward the table. He glanced and saw the two mugs of spiced wine, and laughs.

"Hmmm, were you expecting a social call? I think you know of better ways to warm the body than some silly beverage. He turned, still holding her by her hair, until he pushed her back up against the wall. He then lowered his lips down to hers, kissing her hungrily, his mouth plundering her. It's very much a forceful kiss-he is taking, and not giving. As his tongue forces open her mouth, his free hand slides down to her thighs, slipping under the hem of her dress. his rough fingers begin stroking the pale, soft flesh of her legs.

 

[Britwitch]

She heard the door open and close and the heavy sound of footsteps crossing the floor. She had a hunch he'd come calling when she saw him around. She hoped he would.

She turned to meet his hungry gaze and rose smoothly as he pulled her up to her feet. The difference in their heights meaning even without his hand angling her head, she'd still have to tilt her head to meet his eyes.

She blushed a little as he laughed at her preparations for his visit.

"I wasn't sure what to expect," Her voice was quiet. "We seem to be in a perpetual state of unfinished business, you and I. I wasn't sure if you'd want to pick up the minute you walked through the-"

Her words tailed off as he answered her unvoiced question. The wall all of a sudden at her back and his frame squarely at her front.
His mouth claiming hers in a kiss that left her in no doubt of his intentions. She tried to keep up, her lips and tongue following his lead while she argued with her mind, trying to convince it not to tell her knees to grow weak.

His fingers were warm against her thighs, no tell tale signs of the cold air outside as they danced with dangerous ease across her skin.

Trying to snatch a breath in between his forceful kisses she couldn't help but wonder that perhaps this time, the unfinished would be finished.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He pulled out of the kiss and nodded, licking his lips to savor the taste of her for a moment. His hand lightly teased on her, even though he felt some degree of urgency. He still was pressed with his usual desire-to do things fucking right. Which meant taking his time. As ever, the best part of any encounter was always the build up. In order to achieve actual catharsis, there must first be tension. He growled before he pressed his lips down against the side of her neck....see if she still had that built-in submissive trigger.

"Hmm, didn't know what to expect? But then, you knew where this was heading. You know exactly what I want. And you know exactly what you want, also...." His questing, insistent fingers find the outline of her panties underneath her dress, meeting at her crotch. His finger pushes against as he takes a deep breath. "I'm surprised you didn't rush to peel these things off as soon as possible, to make things more...accessible."

His hand cupped up against her crotch possessively as he looked into her eyes, staring into them as he held her there...letting her recognize that he was firmly in charge as of right now. He let the moment drag out, only the small crackling of fire mingling with the sound of hushed breathing in the cabin. His thumb began to drag up and down, feeling the outline of her sex beneath. Long...slow lines...tracing.

"Well, perhaps you'll need some form of punishment. Or correction." He grinned wickedly. He gave a light shove, pressing her more firmly back against the wall, before he grabbed at her hips and turned her around. His hands grabbed at her wrists, and then he was pulling them behind her back. A nylon restraint was looped around her wrists and then tightened down before she could realize it. He pressed into her from the back, letting her feel the outline of his cock pressing up against her ass. Then he pulled her into him and down, making her arch her back as he wrapped a hand around her breast, cupping it in his palm. He felt a nipple pressing insistently against his touch through her dress. He roughly groped at her.

"Now, he whispered roughly into her ear, "tell me exactly what it is that you want. What you need. And see if you can shock me with the shameful filth pouring from your sweet little lips. His hands continued to move on her, one roughly manhandling her breasts, while the other was hiking up her dress.

 

[Britwitch]

The pause in the kiss allowed her a second or two to catch her breath. Her lips were throbbing from the pressure they'd been under. No doubt they and the skin around them were slightly pinked from the slight drag of his stubble too. She whined and she couldn't have stopped it, even if she'd tried, when his lips moved down her neck. Breath hitching unsure if a bite would follow...knowing she both wanted and didn't want it to. She knew it would feel good, very good, and she also knew it would send her spinning down into a spiral from which there would be only one escape.
And she didn't want to make it that easy for him.
Regardless of her internal monologue, her hands rose unbidden from her sides to curl fingers into the fabric of his shirt as one hand continued to tease beneath her dress, gripping tightly as a shaky breath left her parted lips.

A whimper now as the pressure against her underwear increases and grows more focused, his shirt crumpling under her hands as she fidgeted, eyes wide and pleading. But was it for him to stop...or stop teasing...?
It had been such a long time...
His eyes met hers and she knew what was going to happen. No words were spoken, no signs given, and yet everything was said perfectly in that moment. Something needed by them both, each taking different things from what they would inevitably share. At least, he would take things. The thought made her blush a little more.

"Correction...?" She queried, brows creasing ever so slightly before he pushed her more solidly against the wall. Before she could ask anything else he span her away from him, forcing her to release her hold on his clothing only to capture the same hands and bind them behind her. As the pressure on her wrists increased before he let go of whatever he'd used to tie them together she tutted to herself. So much for not making it easy.

Then he was against her, she pulled back as he pushed forwards, leaving her in no doubt of his opinion of proceedings so far. A large hand landed on her chest and firmly squeezed. The action making her hips grind involuntarily back against him, as he doubtless knew it would.

The words were hoarse and quiet but he might as well as have yelled them for the impact they made. She knew what he wanted, just as she knew she was unlikely to refuse him. It was, after all, essentially what she wanted too. But still the colour flooded her cheeks as one side of her face pressed against the wall. To have to spell it out. Prove her need. Her want. Her willingness.

It could have been worse, her mind reminded her wickedly, it could have been somewhere else. With an audience. And the same request (order?) would have been made. Another shade of red filtered into her face. At least they were alone.

"I-" She began unsteadily before clearing her throat. "I want to be used."
His hand continued to maul her chest through her dress. It would take very little effort from him to yank the expensive fabric down and reveal her but, as with everything, this was the point. Her clothes didn't matter. They weren't going to stop him.
"I need it." Her nipples throbbed under his ministrations and for a second or two it was hard to remember what she was supposed to be doing.

"I need to be used. Totally and utterly. To be filled and fucked. To be ruined." She was pushing the roundness of her behind back against him without realising it. Thoughts of meetings past running through her mind. "To be left dripping and aching and yet still wanting more."

"I need it. Need you." Her voice dropped a notch in volume but she knew he would hear it. "I want to feel you for days after you've gone."

Another sound interrupted her words as his hand continued to toy roughly with the sensitive and responsive flesh at her front.
"I want you to do whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want," desperation was creeping into her voice now, "anything."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He had enjoyed the whimpered sound that escaped her lips. He knew that she would be make more of those, and others, before they were through. He liked the feeling of her flesh pressing back responsively against him, grinding against him lewdly, marking a stark contrast to the classy way in which she was dressed for the evening. She was dressed like a lady, but he was going to treat her like a whore.

He felt her hesitating before she responded, gather herself to speak the words he was waiting for. Irritated with the delay, his hand on her chest gave another insistent squeeze, tightening around a tit in her outfit, feeling the hard nipple underneath brush against his finger. He hissed at her slightly and pulled her dress up, baring her bottom and her slutty little panties. There was a small slapping down in the air as his hand came down on her ass. Twice-one cheek, then the other. And then another light swat underneath, at her pussy.

He began whispering into her ear, letting her hear the grin on his lips as he spoke. "I like the sound of your whine, sexy. The sound of your need...it makes my cock hard. To emphasize this, he ground his hips up against her ass, letting her feel the outline of his arousal pressing against her from behind.

"I need it." He felt her press her chest back against the rough, groping hand on her breast, pausing once again. He leaned down and pressed his lips on her neck again, letting her feel the outline of his teeth. He felt her respond by pressing her ass back once again to feel his crotch, to rock against is.

"I need to be used. Totally and utterly. To be filled and fucked. To be ruined." He almost wanted to growl in response to that last comment. Good. That was exactly what he was going to do-he was going to utterly ruin her. And he began with the first step...his teeth lowered down at the junction of neck and shoulder, sinking in with his bite...the first step toward ruining her.

"Your slutty little body is mine to play with, now. It's always been my favorite toy. And that's what I'm going to make you-I'm going to turn into my whimpering little fucktoy. Will you even resist? Or will you just go along with it...spreading your legs wide open so I can shove my cock in your little fuckhole."

He listened to her voice growing increasingly desperate as she promised to do absolutely anything for him. He laughed wickedly and then nodded. "Oh, big mistake saying that, because we'll eventually need to put that to the test." His hands reached up to the straps on her shoulders now and peeled her dress down, letting her breasts pop out. He likewise peeled down her bra, baring her breasts to the slightly chill air of the cabin. Then he forcefully moved her over to the table and shoved her into it, knocking over the centerpiece and watching it fall to the floor. He shoved her breasts down into the polished wood surface and pulled her dress all the way up to bare her ass, looking down to admire her panties.

"Hmm, now...since you had time to prepare and decided to leave these on....I think I'll leave them on you for the duration." He then reached down to undo his belt, folding it carefully, before setting it down in front of her face...an implied threat. His pants and then his underwear were shoved down to his knees quickly, and his hard cock then poked at the wet crotch of her panties. He allowed his cock to coat with some of the moisture as he teased her.

"I love to listen to the sound of your desperation, your need. Will you beg? Will you beg me to fuck your tight cunt?" He smiled and licked his lips at the delicious sight in front of him.

"Or...will you find other ways to show me appreciate you are of my cock...slut." He made sure she heard that emphasis in his voice on the last word...before he stepped back and waited.

 

[Britwitch]

What was it they said about riding a bike...or was it horse? Something about never quite forgetting how to do it.

Like a long forgotten dance, they fell into a familiar rhythm. Their bodies following a pattern danced many thousands of times before by couples such as themselves.
He pushed, and she pushed back. He led, she followed. He took, she gave.
Instinct taking her body down a path from which there would be no return until the destination was reached.

His palm slapped down against her and she felt her body tremble with excitement. The hot sting melting into a different, deeper, sort of warmth.

His teeth latched onto her skin for a moment and she felt a wave of need rush through her veins. In that instant all she could focus on was how hard he felt behind her and how much better he'd feel buried deep inside.

"Your slutty little body is mine to play with, now. It's always been my favorite toy. And that's what I'm going to make you-I'm going to turn into my whimpering little fucktoy. Will you even resist? Or will you just go along with it...spreading your legs wide open so I can shove my cock in your little fuckhole."

Her dress, picked for it's style and the way it made the most of her natural figure, was now little more than an expensive belt. Her large breasts bare with embarrassingly hard nipples aching to be touched. Then all of a sudden they were being touched by an unexpected surface. Well, maybe not unexpected but it was sudden. All but shoved across the kitchen until she hit the table. Bent over, with her wrists fastened at her back, there was little she could do as he flipped her skirts up over her behind and appeared to admire the view.

"Hmm, now...since you had time to prepare and decided to leave these on....I think I'll leave them on you for the duration."
She swallowed anxiously, first at his words and then at the appearance of his belt. She'd felt it's harsh kisses before and wasn't in any hurry to do so again. But then, she'd already offered herself, in anyway, for him to use. The choice wasn't really hers any more.

Her breath caught as she felt the probing of hard flesh against her most intimate of places. Torn between want to feel him push her panties aside and take what she was so readily offering and wanting him to hold off. To let her enjoy the teasing as much as she knew he was.

"I love to listen to the sound of your desperation, your need. Will you beg? Will you beg me to fuck your tight cunt?"

She nodded, regardless of whether the question was in fact rhetorical or if he could even see the motion, she knew she would. She would beg to be fucked, beg to be taken thoroughly, used roughly.

"Or...will you find other ways to show me appreciate you are of my cock...slut."

Slut.

Such a tiny word but such a huge impact it made. She felt her muscles tighten, felt that heat deep inside build ever so slightly, the material stretched across her pussy growing wetter.
She ran her tongue over her lips as the moments drew out.

Other ways...show me...

She knew what she wanted but whether it was what he was expecting, she didn't know. Drawing a breath and preparing herself to be pushed back down harshly if it wasn't what he wanted. She awkwardly slid back from the table and down to her knees before him. The binding of her wrists made her breasts stand out even more proudly, her back arching to ease the pressure upon her arms. She looked up, his cock stiff and bobbing before her face, but her blue eyes managed to somehow look past that and up into his face.

Lips, that were still warm from his kisses, parted and she leant forwards until they encircled the head. She licked softly and gently and couldn't help but sigh wantonly as his taste, that masculine taste that was him and him along, spread across her tongue. Her eyes held his as she pushed further and further down his length, before drawing back slowly until the table bumped the back of her head as she drew back entirely.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He could tell. Even though it had been a long time, he was still able to read her body, her reactions. He saw the little twinge of excitement she'd felt at being called a slut-at having been so demeaned. He could smell her arousal growing in the confines of the small cabin. He knew that, before long, the entirety of this space would be rotten with the scent of sex. He had seen her nod, seen her confession that she liked begging, that she liked being needy. That she wanted to be driven to extremes in which her dignity matter less than her desires.

He waited as his hard cock dangled in the air, watching her, his hands resting idly at his sides. She again hesitated, making him want to growl, but she finally realized what she needed to do. She was on her knees quickly. "That is a good little slut," he commented, smiling down at her. "You want me to use your mouth, like I'll just the rest of you?" He lightly stroked her head, petting her like his little sex kitten, as her lips parted around the head of his cock, making him sigh.

Nothing worked better than enthusiasm to create a good little cocksucker. He felt her tongue moving against his shaft as she sighed, and his eyes held hers. It was like a spell, staring down into her eyes as his cock disappeared between her lips, until she pulled her head back. He dropped his voice to a soft, husky whisper. "Good little slut...".

He admired the way her breasts stood proudly out in the cool air as she knelt before him, submissively. Offering herself to him. He took it. His hand shoved her head down onto his cock and he thrust his hips forward. "Now take it. Take it all.". He pushed in until he met the back of her throat, and then forward more, forcing it down. He laughed sadistically as he did.

"Do you want to wear my cum, sweetheart? To have it adorn your breasts and then drip down and stain that pretty little dress of yours?" He grabbed the back of her head and held on tightly as he looked down at her, giving a quick grunt. "Mmm...I think so. But do you think you can bring me off with just your slut mouth?"

He started to fuck her face, moving his hips on his own, forcing his cock into her sweet mouth and feeling her drool coating all over it. He set the rhythm for her, pushing back and forth, guiding with his hand. And then he gradually reduced the motion, forcing her to do it herself, to keep up.

"I promise, if you manage to get me off with your mouth, it will be just the start. I want you to think about that-think about all the degrading things I might do to you, here, trapped alone in your cabin. Maybe I'll see if I can more cocks for you to suck, hmm? Surrounded by a nearly endless row of dicks needing your mouth, wanting to fill you up with their cum?" He stroked her hair as he spun a scenario for her.

"Or maybe I should tie you up and tease you, endlessly-pushing you constantly to the brink of orgasm and keeping you there, unable to cum. Until you're a nearly mad, useless mess." He gave her his most sadistic grin and nodded.

"Imagine." It was merely his latest command to her.

 

[Britwitch]

"That is a good little slut. You want me to use your mouth, like I'll just the rest of you?"
She felt herself nod although she didn't remember making the decision to do so. His hand stroking her head as a master would their obedient pet. She could argue to herself that the truth was nothing like that. She could. But she wouldn't waste the time and effort.

"Good little slut..."

She suckled a little harder, sweeping her tongue across the head of him preparing herself to push back down and engulf the length of him when his hand made preparation impossible. All of a sudden he was buried in her lips and the hand on her head was pushing him deeper still.

"Now take it. Take it all.".

She gagged and he laughed, continuing to push until he was in her throat. Claiming her mouth entirely. He continued talking but the gurgling coming from around him made it hard to hear it all.

"Do you want to...then drip down...that pretty little dress of yours?"
Her eyes were wide and watering as he continued to taunt her, the hand on her head holding her tight against him.

"Mmm...I think so. But do you think you can bring me off with just your slut mouth?"
She couldn't answer but then it wasn't a question, as such. It was a challenge.

Make him cum or face the consequences.

His hips started to move, drawing his length back and forth, fucking her mouth firmly and deeply. Over and over as she tried to suck as best she could. His hips eventually slowed and she found her head moving on his slowing cock to keep up the pace he had set for her. Clearly the pace he wanted. Over and over she impaled herself on his cock, saliva coating him and then dripping down her chin.

"I promise, if you manage to get me off with your mouth, it will be just the start. I want you to think about that-think about all the degrading things I might do to you, here, trapped alone in your cabin. Maybe I'll see if I can more cocks for you to suck, hmm? Surrounded by a nearly endless row of dicks needing your mouth, wanting to fill you up with their cum?"

A groan rose up between them at the idea. She didn't want to believe it had come from her but she knew it had to have done. His voice continued, weaving new wickedness for her.

"Or maybe I should tie you up and tease you, endlessly-pushing you constantly to the brink of orgasm and keeping you there, unable to cum. Until you're a nearly mad, useless mess."

She fidgeted on her knees, torn between listening to his words and trying to block them out. Her head continuing to bob back and forth at his waist. Thick, hard flesh pushing deep into her mouth again and again.

"Imagine."

And she did. She tried not to, tried to think only of his cock and the task ahead but her mind wandered.
Strange hands and mouths and cocks. Jeering calls and slaps to flesh. And the soundtrack to it all was her wanton moans and the sounds of sex. The slurping of her mouth and the slick sounds of her pussy.
As she did as she was told she whimpered around him, just as he knew she would.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He enjoyed the view from where he was standing. He watched her head bobbing eagerly on his hard cock, feeling her hot, sweet mouth swirling around him. He rested one hand on her head, fingers still curled into her hair, as she continued to bob. Up and down...in and out....a hypnotic sort of repetition. He laughed softly as he stroked. Her breasts bounced, her nipples hard in the air, showing her arousal.

He also enjoyed the sounds she made. The gurgles, the panting, the moaning...and the groaning as she listened to his words. She couldn't help it. He wanted o drive her imagination wild, to use her own brain against her. To make her an unwitting accomplice in her own corruption, in her own ruin. She would be ruined this night as surely as her own dress was going to be. He stroked her head softly, petting her sweetly as she drove her face down onto his nasty cock, doing her best to bring him off. He felt his ball tightening, and tried hard to keep his own breathing steady. He didn't want her to know she was doing so well, getting him close.

He looked down at her to make eye contact. Her pretty, sweet blue eyes staring up at him as his gleamed wickedly back down at her. He heard her helpless whimper, and knew that she was following his directions to imagine what he told her. Her thighs sliding together.

"You would like that, I'd bet...being at the center of the gangbang....nothing to think about but the next cock, the next orgasm." He laughed wickedly.

"That's not what's in store for you, though. You're going to be my sweet little pet. And you'll enjoy the ride, I'm sure."

He felt her drool sliding down his cock. He grunted slightly, feeling himself readying to cum. She was a talented little cock sucker, when she got her mind around to it. He stroked her head again, staring into her eyes, and then surprised her by letting his cock begin squirting inside of her mouth. His hand gripping her hair then pulled her mouth off of him, and he did as promised, shooting the rest of his load into her chest. Cum shot out across her nipples, dripping into the valley between, sliding down over her pretty little black dress to stain the expensive garment.

He gave her a quick, affectionate smile as he stroked the back of her head, then, and then issued directions. "Now clean me up, pet." He watched her as she leaned forward, and then pulled a collar out of his pocket, adorned with bells. He chuckled as he suddenly slipped it around her neck, buckling it closed, and then waited for her to finish. Her saliva coated his balls and his cock right now.

He studied her, the mess which he had made her. And he was still just getting started. He knelt down to quickly reach around her, removing her the restraints on her hands as he leaned in to kiss her mouth. He felt her tongue stroking his and then he grinned, straitening up, before replacing his pants. "Now, let's go to the bedroom. I'll walk, and you can crawl along next to me like a good pet." His cock, despite having just shot off a load, was already stirring once more at the thought of her fate.

 

[Britwitch]

"You would like that, I'd bet...being at the center of the gangbang....nothing to think about but the next cock, the next orgasm."

Another muffled whimper around his cock, trying to banish the images dancing through her mind. Her body in her cottage, shining with sweat and dripping with goodness knew what. Body both thrilling and terrified at the possibility.

"That's not what's in store for you, though. You're going to be my sweet little pet. And you'll enjoy the ride, I'm sure."

She felt a wave of relief tempered with uncertainty. Being alone with him guaranteed nothing, other than pleasure for him. Then suddenly he was cumming. Instinct making her swallow the few spurts he let escape in her mouth before the rest was shot across her exposed chest. Hot as it landed and then rapidly cooling. Dripping down onto the pricey pretty dress she had chosen for her party. Little white spots on the black fabric, like stars strewn across the night sky.

"Now clean me up, pet."

She leant closer and opened her mouth, ready to lick and suck him clean. She heard the bells before she realised what was happening. A collar. A collar for a pet. Of course. Her cheeks burnt as she ran her tongue up and down he length of him, every moment shaking the little metal adornments and making a pretty little jingling sound.

When he was clean, he freed her hands and kissed her. She kissed him back, eagerly, thanking him wordlessly for letting her pleasure him. Almost whining when he pulled away and adjusted his clothing.

"Now, let's go to the bedroom. I'll walk, and you can crawl along next to me like a good pet."

She nodded, she'd suspected this was how things might go on. But that was as far as her imagination had gotten. Moving onto her hands and knees she obediently followed him, crawling in stride with him. Not too fast and not too slow. Her hips rolling behind her, exposed and decorated breasts swaying beneath and every single 'step' making her collar jingle delicately.

The distance from the kitchen to the bedroom seemed so far when she was on her knees but eventually they were there. In the small private room where so few had gone. He had been there, of course. Several times.

Once inside the room, when he stopped, she sat back on her heels. Hands resting on her thighs and head cocked to look up curiously into his face. What would follow was anyone's guess but she didn't for a moment think he meant for his 'pet' to hop up on the bed and take a nap.

Obediently, and silently, she waited.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He smiled as he watched her crawl alongside, like the good little pet she was. He took a slow pace toward the bedroom, allowing her to keep up as he walked. When they entered, she hesitated, clearly uncertain what was next. He smiled as he considered closing the door, but then shrugged. They were alone here. He would leave it open. She knelt in a submissive posture, looking up at him, resting her hands on her thighs. Her dress was worthless now-shoved up above her waits and pulled down below her chest, wrinkled and stained.

He reached down to stroke her head, petting her. "That's a good pet." Smiling, he kissed his fingers and then traced those two fingers around her neck, along the length of her new collar, letting her feel it all the way around her neck.

Then the mood shifted. He got rough. She was yanked upward by her hair, another hand grabbing her arm, and then she was thrown roughly toward the bed. He thought about telling her to fight and resist, but she was already so docile and submissive, it would have been pointless. He climbed up and pinned her down, grabbing her arms. She found them once again tied up, this time spread, as he began securing her. In mere moments, he had her on her back, her arms stretched taught with ropes running between her wrists and hooks in each wall of her bedroom. Stretching her out. Leaving her vulnerable.

He nods as he examines her, deciding to remove a bit more of the slack to stretch her arms even tighter, before he looked down at her. He could see her eyes studying him, wondering what would happen. "Well, now, you've used your mouth to please me on one fashion. Now you'll use it different." He stood at the foot of the bed and and smiled at her, licking his lips, enjoying the delectable treat he had laid out in front of him. His cum was still pooling in the valley between her breasts.

"I want you to beg. You're going to plead and cry as best as you can. Because you're a needy little pet." He placed his belt down at the foot of the bed and then began undressing, feeling her eyes on him as he unbuttoned his shift and peeled it off, then shoved his pants down his legs. He studied her reactions, licking his lips as he eyed her breasts.

"Oh, and a few other treats." He produced a pair of nipple clamps. He grinned as he crawled up between her legs and used his mouth to tease her nipple, making it nice and hard for him. "You want to wear these pretty little things for me, don't you?" He laughed and then pinched down the clamp first on her right nipple, letting it capture the hard bud, teeth digging in to hold it securely. He made sure it was tight enough to keep her nipple from escaping before he teased the other nipple hard enough to accept its paired adornment.

Attached to each clamp was a small loop opposite the clamping end. Into each loop he placed a small candle, lighting each of them. "Now, these are just large enough that the hot wax is going to pool inside the candle by the wick. But if you move very much," he demonstrated by flicking her nipple, causing the candle to tilt slightly and drop of hot wax dripping down onto her breast, "then you'll get a bit of a surprise."

He laughed at the wicked set up-wax ready to join the other liquids burning her chest. He felt very self satisifed as he crawled down between her legs. He pulled her thighs apart and then examined the crotch of her now-soaked panties. He stroked it with his finger as he looked up at her. "I want to hear you beg me to make you cum."

"I want you to beg to prove you're a good pet. But most of all...I want you to beg because it makes my cock hard." He smiled as he pulled her panties to one side, leaning in close to slide a finger against her pussy. He stroked her outer lips and then nuzzled his finger up against her clit. Feeling her react, he slapped roughly at her thigh before he leaned in, licking his lips hungrily, kissing at her skin...tracing a path north up toward her weeping pussy.

 

[Britwitch]

"That's a good pet."
She had leant her head towards his stroking hand, without really realising, and then her head moved as his kissed fingers circled around her neck. Her head circling to allow him to follow the line of her collar without a barrier. Perhaps this was to be a quieter time together.

Perhaps not.

She cried out as his hand pulled her hair hard, forcing her up onto her feet and then through the air she sailed until she hit the bed with a loud expulsion of air and a loud ringing of bells. He leapt on top of her and deep rooted instinct made her try to snatch her hands away from his. She failed, as they knew she would, and soon she was bound anew. Fastened to her own bed with her arms spread either side of her body. The position forced her breasts to stand up proudly on her chest, wobbling as she tested the bonds to find she couldn't move an inch. She wet her lips as she looked up at him, eyes wide and curious and then the answer came.

"Well, now, you've used your mouth to please me on one fashion. Now you'll use it different. I want you to beg. You're going to plead and cry as best as you can. Because you're a needy little pet."

She watched him undress, her breathing growing steadily quicker as the realisation dawned on her that in order to hear the pleas and cries he desired, he could do just about anything to her while she was bound as she was. Not that her position usually made any difference to his desires. She couldn't help but sweep her eyes appreciatively over his body as he revealed it to her eyes. She'd missed the view.

"Oh, and a few other treats."

The tinkle of clamps draw her eyes rapidly from his body to the silver adornments in his fingers. She whimpered as he teased a nipple to hardness.

"You want to wear these pretty little things for me, don't you?"

"I-" she began before the clamp took it's first vicious little hold and cut off her words, turning them into a yelp. She whined as he tested it and then made the same sounds again as he attached it's twin. Nipples tingling and aching as the clamps bit onto them tightly. Then came the candles. Her brows knitted in confusion before he explained their part in his latest game.

"Now, these are just large enough that the hot wax is going to pool inside the candle by the wick. But if you move very much then you'll get a bit of a surprise." She hissed as the first drops of wax dripped down to sting her skin. Coloured splattered in amongst the white that already painted her flesh.

"I want to hear you beg me to make you cum. I want you to beg to prove you're a good pet. But most of all...I want you to beg because it makes my cock hard."

She struggled against the bonds as she felt him nudge her already awakened pussy. A loud hiss followed as fresh wax tumbled down and then louder as he slapped her thigh. Her breathing was deepening, every shaking breath causing the flames suspended over her to flicker and dance dangerously.

"Please..." She began, her voice already desperate. "Please make me cum for you."
Another hiss as more molten wax fell onto her body.
"Please play with your pet...please."
She knew he could hear the need, the panic, in her voice. Desire combining with desperation.
"Pets are meant to be played with, oh please, please make your pet cum..."
More wax, more hisses and growled expletives.
"Oh fuck. Please let me cum. Please...let me show you how good I can be for you. What a good pet I am!"

"Let me show you how well behaved, how...fuck...how well trained I can be...ouch, fuck!" His fingers and mouth were so close and making it so hard to concentrate. "Please make me cum."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She knew how to beg like a good pet. She knew that it made his cock twitch in delight as she wriggled for him. He could her her little gasps and hisses as every little twist caused another drip of hot, red wax to drip down onto her skin. her arousal smelled so delightful next to his nose as he approached her weeping pussy. He saw the way she was twitching as he licked his lips, ready to drive her absolutely insane with pleasure.

"Please play with your pet...please." He grinned and growled softly beneath his breath before he lightly slapped her on her pussy, the fleshy, but wet sound, lightly ringing out into the air. He heard the splatter of wax as it made her jerk again, and the ringing of bells as her head moved, disturbing her pretty new little collar. He kept his hand on her sex as his mouth approached, only sliding his fingers off of her wet hole to replace them with his lips. He sucked in, drinking of her juices, moaning appreciatively as he closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her, even as he felt her body wriggling, trying uselessly to hold still.

"Pets are meant to be played with, oh please, please make your pet cum..."

These words were music to his hears as he flicked his tongue against her clit, grazing it. He was enthusiastic. He liked the taste of her, the feel of her hips trying to jerk into his mouth. He loved to make her cum, to make her scream as his mouth brought her off. But she always had to earn it first, through a sufficient amount of torment and humiliation. His soft, hot tongue nuzzled up across her clit one more time before he puleld back, letting her feel his hot breath blowing across her tortured sex, examining his handiwork. A finger dragged through her dripping juices, lubricating itself, before sliding easily into her wet sex. He quickly paired it with another, curling inside of her, fingering her. "Try not to cum, my pet. Then again, you're more than a pet, you're a little cumslut, aren't you?" He grinned happily, feeling his cock hard and ready to plunge into her when the time was right.

"Oh fuck. Please let me cum. Please...let me show you how good I can be for you. What a good pet I am!"

He decided to let her see how good a pet she was going to be for him. As his fingers probed into her tight cunt, he turned to the inside of her thigh, just below where her leg met the pelvic bone. His teeth dragged against her skin lightly, tongue moving against the sensitive flesh there. "You are my pet, and I want you to know it!" He bit down into her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, holding the flesh in his teeth and tugging on it. He was going to leave his mark on her. Nothing permanent, of course, but she needed to have a sign saying, "Noon was here," on her. It would linger for days...perhaps her next lover would see it.

"Try not to cum without permission, pet. I want to see if you're good girl, or a naughty little cumslut." He growled playfully as the fingers in her pussy slid out wetly, audibly, before being dragged up across her stomach, painting little circles of her wetness around her navel. He replaced that with two fingers from his left hand, also curling up inside of her, twisting, trying to stretch her out as he stroked her inner walls. His lips wrapped around the prominent clit, standing at attention, and he sucked lightly on it for a second before pulling back. He blew a waft of cool air across the tip before he moved his mouth down to her other thigh....his teeth suddenly sinking in to leave another possessive bite mark on her smooth, soft, yielding flesh.

 

[Britwitch]

His mouth felt so good against her. His tongue and lips seeming to instantly find those spots that made her feel almost painfully turned on. Every flick of his tongue was matched by a flick of her hips and followed instantly by another whined hiss and jingle as the painful accessories mounted on her nipples added further decoration to her chest.

"Try not to cum, my pet. Then again, you're more than a pet, you're a little cumslut, aren't you?"

She nodded and whimpered, bells telling him she'd moved her head before she could make her mouth form the words to do it herself. She was too busy groaning wantonly at the thrusting pace of his fingers inside her tightness. Making her wetter and wetter as the moments passed.

"You are my pet, and I want you to know it!"

The bite surprised her, making her jump as his teeth dug into her skin. Sending large blobs of wax spattering down to sting fresh patches of skin higher up her breasts. The large soft mounds were now a mess of solidifying red wax. Small spots, larger pools, setting over the strands of his cum that still clung to her body. Her collar ringing almost violently as she bucked beneath him. Fingers curling into her palms as the bonds held them tightly in place.

"Try not to cum without permission, pet. I want to see if you're good girl, or a naughty little cumslut."

She howled as his mouth began to focus on her clit. Her senses overloaded. The delicious pleasure he was causing between her thighs, the stinging burning to her chest, the sensation of a collar tight around her throat, the cooling skin where he'd bitten. Her brain went into freefall. His words swirling and echoing as he pushed her body steadily higher.

Good girl. Pet. Cumslut.

Her breathing was growing faster and faster, every breath ending in a whine or a whimper as more wax tumbled down through the air. She was close. So very close.

"Oh please...please can I cum? Please can your dirty, desperate little pet cum for you?"

She begged before another bite silenced her words and frantic jingling took over instead.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!"

She hissed, drawing breath in noisily through clenched teeth. Her entire body thobbing.

"Please...oh shit, please...can I cum, I need to cum for you...please..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon needed to pause for a moment to admire his handiwork. He pulled his head out from between her thighs, leaving his fingers hooked inside of her wet pussy. Her walls were clamping down on them as he thrust slowly into her. He glanced down at her milky, soft thighs, now adorned by the teeth marks that he had left there. He smiled, licking his lips-he was happy to have left a calling card.

His cock was made hard by the sound of her panting and whining, and it even began to throb as he examined his pet. Her nipples were big and swollen up by the pressure of the clamps, her breasts covered by larger and smaller pools of red wax that dripped against her flex, hot, and then cooling against her skin. He was bucking, trying to main still, but her body right on the edge of orgasm, making her jerk more and more. Her sweet, beautiful, corrupted voice making music in his ears as she plead for her release.

Ruined.

She was right on the edge, he knew. He could feel it, smell it, almost taste it. His fingers wetly pulled out of her sex for a moment, only to slide up to her navel and smear her juices in. He laughed. "Look at this slutty sight. So far removed from the demure woman in the cute party dress, aren't we? But then, this is what you really are..."

He reached up to her sore, hard nipple, and gave it a quick twist, even feeling her jerk and spill hot wax on his own skin, causing a burning pain that soon cooled on his wrist. He smiled as he enjoyed her reaction.

He slide his face back in between her thighs and then licked at her pussy, sucking on it, before speaking. "Now, pet. Cum. Cum for me. Cum while I lick your slutty cunt." He dragged his tongue against her tired, needy sex, tasting her as his cock throbbed beneath him...wanting to plunder her again. A finger teased at her clit as his tongue wriggled up inside of her, his eyes closing as he pu shed her, wanting to make her cum hard all over his face. He sucked at her pussy and enjoyed the delicious, oily juices flowing out of her while he sucked. Waiting to hear her scream as she came for his mouth. He tilted her back to slap at her ass as he licked her.