La Chateau d'Ausus

[Light Ice]

This is fucking. Raw. Sensual. There is no pretense. No seduction. The slow drip of want has given way to a furious rush, a rough pulse that forms the heart of a cadence driven by three bodies. My hips beat the base against Ausus' round ass, stuffing her with my hard cock. Stretching those silken walls, impaling her with hot flesh. The vision of her bent across another table brings a bold and wanton tremor through me. A reminder, not so subtle, that I operate on a primal realm.

It is her femininity that speaks to me. A collection of curves and lines, flowing into a mane of crimson. A mane, presently, commanded by two small hands. Fantasy is laid back, giving me a vision of her voluptuous little self. My prick flexes, fighting already, aware of the sweet mess I have stumbled into and the pleasure that arcs through me.

It is a bold taste of what is coming. One I fight down. Force myself to swallow before my hand arcs down, taking up in earnest what I'd teased her with before.

"Filthy sluts."

-SMACK!-

The first strike rocks her up on those painted toes. Buries her face more intently in Fantasy's gorgeous slit.

-SMACK!-

The second is sudden. Violent. The opposite cheek heaving under the ferocious impact of my hand.

"Dirty, nasty, gorgeous little sluts!"

-SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!-

 

[FuckFantasy]

Every single rolling moan that slips from my mouth proves him right. Dirty, the way Aus rips my V-string aside. Nasty, as her slippery tongue invades my sopping wet fuck hole. Gorgeous, describing how we both thrust and bounce for one another, me stretched on the table, her bent over like a perfectly wanton cum doll. And sluts. Undoubtedly so. The way we gasped and cooed at the sight of one another, electric sex igniting the entire room, making the windows steam up and those two beautiful faces turn red with desire.

"Mmm, yeah, fuck her, Daddy!" It's a wicked groan, barely uttered between sobbing moans of pleasure. Aus's mouth, the heat of it, the slippery wetness of her tongue, has me lifting my hips and digging my nails into both supple, oversized globes. I push them together, spreading those legs up in the air, black stilettos resting on her shoulders.

I'm watching him. His naked, hard body, masculine perfection, all rippling muscles and sweat-soaked skin. He's working her pussy fast and furious, and I don't need to look at my delightful little doll to know she's loving every second of Ice's powerful thrusts. Her every scream is muffled by the sticky sweetness of my sex, and I'm trembling, yanking at my own hair now.

The pleasure borders on pain, it's so unbelievably good.

"Fuck that little whore, baby," I hiss, bucking my hips against her breathtaking face, wanting her tongue to grind against my clit, needing to hear her moan as he smacks and taunts our shared sex kitten.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Each slap to my ass is a stinging reminder. Not of my place, but of how fucking good this is. I give up trying to eat prettily, and just fill my mouth with her, lapping up her wetness, flicking my tongue over her clit. One of my fingers just needs to be inside her, so I indulge it.

My tongue slides over her clit and my fingers plunge into her, would be simple, two girls fucking each other. But no. There he is. Fucking me, pushing me closer and closer.

I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can be or do or fuck. Exactly.

 

[Light Ice]

And that's how I know it's time to change.

Because Ausus stops doing what I know she can. She melts, under my hands. Accepts this fuck for what it is. Savage. My prick a blur as it strokes inside her. Thick. Hard. The veins pulsing, communicating life. Want. And I -do- want her. Badly so. Infact, with her bent, all that I can consider is driving us both towards completion.

But I don't.

I can't.

My hand reaches, stretching. One fists in dark red, twisting her. The sharp tugs are meant to guide her up, perch her up on the table's polished surface.

The other finds ebon, Fantasy's long mane. And she I pull down. And press, force her soft mouth onto Ausus' freshly fucked slit.

"She's yummy, isn't she, baby doll?"

 

[FuckFantasy]

A sharp, high-pitched cry of despair rattles the entire table as Aus's skilled, dream-like mouth is ripped away from my drooling cunt. I'm momentarily livid, then completely sullied when Ice's fist curls around a wad of silky waves, making me whimper and sigh.

I come off of the table, quickly, feeling tight pain spread through my scalp, red hot and angering - he means business. I should have known, from the way he's skewering Aus's already well-fucked cunny like there's no tomorrow.

She's on her back now, in my spot, looking every inch the most adorable young whore, tits heaving, thighs shaking.

And then I taste.

Sweet, tangy, salty, sticky. My mouth cups her used sex, and my tongue knows just what to do. She tastes like me, but different. And just as importantly?

"She tastes like you, Daddy," I gasp, kissing her stretched out lips and swallowing all the nasty, sloppy cum I find there, Aus's and Ice's mixed together.

I can't get enough.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Suddenly I am empty. Needy still. Pleading moans dripping from my lips like the wetness dripping down my leg. And my knees almost buckle under me. But apparently he has other plans. Tightly coiled fingers in my hair leave me no option but to step to the table and roll on my back.

And then I am no longer empty. At least not fully, her mouth parts me tentatively, and through my lust filled haze I pick out her words. I manage a smile.

"Good girl." And then my fingers replace his in her mane. I pull her face against my craving little cunt. Feeling her grow confident as she shoves her tongue into me, tasting me, him, our previous fucking, our current one.

Fuck me, I really am a slut.

My eyes slide over to him. He's watching, all tense and ready as if will never get enough of all of our holes. Like a man starved. I wonder how long he'll last.

Her tongue scrapes over my clit.

I wonder how long I will last.

 

[Light Ice]

There is no warning.

She does not need or want one.

My eyes find Ausus' own, lock on those vibrant greens. Her red hair is a wavy mess on her shoulders, thrown back, letting me see the reddened cast of her cheeks and the elegant lines of her face. It was not long ago that she slipped up to me at her bar. Lean. Luxurious.

Now, with Fantasy's perfect mouth buried against her hot slit, she is almost an entirely other woman.

My hips rock forward and my cock takes Fantasy. The massive crown, fat and soft, fights through the resistance of her tight little ass. It spreads the grasping hole, stretches it open, and leads the way as the rest of my hard length stuffs deep into her depths. I claim her without regret. I make it mine. I own that piece of her with such force that it is her turn to lift up on pretty painted piggies and be smothered on Ausus' lovely cunt.

 

[Light Ice]

Scene End-

New Beginning -

The Chateau, for all its pomp and pageantry, requires the love and care of any structure in order to remain its best. It wasn't with any hesitation that I took the job of resident handyman. My bed, humble in the employee quarters, was comfortable enough and the pay was fine. Ausus, in her wisdom, had thrown in free drinks and meals and found me willing in return.

Today, I changed light bulbs and restocked the bar down in town. Elsewise, my plans were to see to the wine cellar. A worn out barrel rack needed repair. But for now? I was upstairs. Dutifully stocking the bar.

My only indulgence was the glass of Pinot resting atop the marbled counter while I worked beneath it. My tool belt mostly empty save a few trusty essentials. Channel Locks. Vice Grips. Hammer. Phillips and Flathead drivers. Tape measure. Duck tape.

Extensions of my hands by now.

But doing very little, sadly, to steal the memory of the last evening's escapades.

 

[FuckFantasy]

I know exactly where to find you.

I woke up, feverish. Your name on my lips. The sensation of your skin calling to me, like a phantom, in the deep, dark quiet. My body surging with lust, a demanding, pounding fire that consumes me whenever you're around. Every time with you brings all the thrills of the time before.

But this morning is different.

I enter the bar. Heels clicking, deep pink, simple dress swishing around my hips. I'd dressed simply. There's not a stitch of clothing underneath. You can see nipples, hard and pointed, beneath the clingy fabric. Little glimpses of thigh as the skirt whips up as I move faster, wanton, predatory.

Your name is breathed from my lips for the second time, causing you to stiffen mid-movement. You're stocking the bar. A bottle of whiskey nearly crashes to the floor. You keep it together long enough to shove it onto the top shelf, before turning to look at me from behind the lacquered marble.

"I want you." A phrase I've whispered, screamed, cooed a thousand times since we started. Three words that have made you come running to me, overjoyed to fulfill my every carnal pleasure.

"I don't know why, but this morning?" I'm gasping as I approach the bar. Livid, suddenly, that you're behind it. Glittering eyes shooting sparks into the golden glow of your hazels, soft lights I could stare into all day, just to watch the colors change.

"I want you more than ever." Nails rap on the counter. I'm bracing myself. Panting. A poised woman whose composure's been left for dead. The next two words are a whisper of surrender. I can't be calm, I can't be coy. Tongue licks those full, pouting lips as tension makes my body stand coiled, waiting, needing.

"Take me."

 

[Light Ice]

A vision.

Always, a vision.

The weakness for you like this a potent one. No make-up. Simple, sweet, salacious and sultry like so many other moments we have shared. They are all unique, this one is no different. The bold urgency of your words sparks in me a shadow of haste, an awareness of what is being asked for and the way it's being asked.

The bar's counter is no obstacle.

My hands reach, one coiling in the near midnight of your hair. It slips through my grasp in shimmering tendrils, smooth to the point of being slick and so soft that I can barely register it at all, even when I've a knot of it gathered in my fist.

Take you? I am going to fucking wreck you. Destroy you. Ruin you. I will send you staggering from this place. The way you like it. Wobbly on those heels you otherwise command with grace and purpose and with such a saucy swish of your hips that watching you walk is a pleasure onto itself.

The hard truth is that we share that want today. That I, in the dutiful way I approach every responsibility (both great and small), have been desperate in my attempt to distract myself.

But with you here?

I drag you over the bar's counter, leave you stretched deliciously across it. The romp begins as my fingers fly along my zipper, dragging it down. The metal teeth rasp, the denim parts, and then I am shamelessly bracing your gorgeous face with my big hands and stuffing it lewdly with hard, hot flesh.

The spongy crown parts your lips. It pushes your tongue aside, plugs your mouth with hot velvet cock-meat and begins to plow into your unprepared throat. The selfishness, the savagery of my want taking hold as I watch your eyes, gorgeous green and catlike now, mist with tears as I take that throat.

You there, lying on your back atop the bar. Tits thrust up, nipples tight through the fabric of that dress. My hands bracing your cheeks, my cock now outlined lewdly in the column of your throat, nose nestled against my smooth balls.

"Morning, sunshine." I grumble. The humor undercutting the necessity of this.

 

[FuckFantasy]

Any modicum of control I had within me is lost, when your fingers clutch my hair. A staggering pant erupts from these pink, swollen lips as you pull me in.

The small shriek that follows is nearly enough to break a few rocks glasses on the bar.

I need this too. I need all the little nuances of your sexuality today. Your gentleness is knee-weakening. Your savagery making stars shoot in front of my eyes.

I need your dick stuffed inside of me. You smother me with it, that proud length of steel encased in hot, ridged flesh. Yours is a prick I'd call beautiful - at least, I would if you weren't shoving inch after inch inside of my hungry, cock loving mouth. I've spent so many mornings just worshiping that head with my tongue, making slow, torturous curves and flicks along the slit. Today there's no time for teasing. You know how to use your perfect fuck doll, your baby girl sex kitten, just the way she loves to be used. I moan from my place on my back, and it's nearly frightening, just how muffled the sound is with your prick rammed deep down my throat. As if I'm in the next room, instead of splayed out across the counter, tits nearly popped out of that slutty little top, fingers curled at the counter's edge, trying to steady myself as you begin to fuck your gorgeous girl's face.

That 'Morning, sunshine' quip almost makes me laugh. Instead, tears spill down my temples, from this spot upside down and sucking across the bar. I can bob my head though. I can work it so well for you, Daddy. I suck and suction my mouth around your thick base, gagging and having to move away, before taking you again. Your churning, heavy balls beginning to sway in my face as I milk at that veiny member, pussy soaking wet, the smell of it filling the liquor scented air.

 

[Light Ice]

There's few things in this world like your mouth. The lewd way you bob your head, despite the fact you should be rendered helpless, inert by being inverted. Want. It drives us both. It leads you to inhuman depths as a cocksucker, a natural inclination, a gift that I have savored and toyed with since we first began. It leads me to pound your face. Fuck it. Mercilessly ram my prick into the tight tunnel of your throat and drag it back out, soaked and slick with saliva, trails of it hanging from your lips to the head.

Globs of it fall from my shaft to the floor.

-SLAP!-

I've taken hold of that massive prick and smacked you with it, dirtying your cheeks with a smear of precum and your spit.

-SLAP!-

The other given a rougher clap by the spongy head. A claim made.

Your tits are swaying. Taunting me. Silken soft. My hand arcs down, catches one with a brutal slap that sends it heaving into the other. I still it with a pinch of my fingers on that dark nipple, wrenching it savagely, even as I look down to you. Watching as you curl that tongue over the base of my slick shaft and lick wantonly up the vein dominating its keel.

"Bend over this bar, baby girl. Daddy will fix everything." It sounds so fucking nasty. My cock gives a twitch.

 

[FuckFantasy]

I can't decide what I want more. I can't figure out if I want to disobey and keep sucking that pussy stretching, angry looking dick... or if I want to bend over and feel it spread me open with a single, violent, claiming thrust.

Pre drips off one porcelain cheek, strings of spit hanging off bruised lips oh-so raunchily. I'm gasping, raggedly. And then I notice a glob of saliva and pearly excitement, mingled together, hitting the floor. I watch it as it drips down. I'm reminded, suddenly, of a night when I begged you, saying 'Please, please' before you kissed me, and your cock trickled pre at our feet in that dim, candlelit room. The intensity of that moment making my heart burst, the lust was so crippling, the need so infuriating.

I'm on my knees in front of you in a second. Icy cold marble offering no support. I don't care. I want you here. Limber fingers curl around the base of your prick, my favorite toy, my every temptation. The smoothness of you making me shiver with desire. I want this inside of me. But first my mouth needs to reacquaint itself.

A long, passionate lick from balls to head. A soft slurp and I swallow my own spit, and stare up at you with eyes that smolder adoringly.

"I won't stop sucking until you pull me off and fuck me. Right here, Daddy." A raspy, lecherous purr. I'm desperate for you - it's so blindingly apparent. The need I have to be filled by you isn't even possible to describe with basic, human words. It's all animal, and at the same time, it's other worldly, the way my body craves you. But what I want, more than anything, is to hear you growl when I take your head back into my mouth.

 

[Light Ice]

Sounds, duly provoked, rumble through me. I feel them more than I hear them. It's everything for me to recognize just how potent your efforts have become. Sharpened, over time, with a more acute awareness of what I like and crave and love and as your tongue trails my prick, lips smacking wetly with their gooey sweetness, I am absolutely and unerringly certain that our little games are the very best kinds of games.

You sample that fat cockhead, suck it between clamped lips. I allow it for a moment. Two. Enough that your slithering tongue is allowed its greedy work along the slit of my dick's tip and the bounty of precum that can be found there. But then, right after that instant?

You are all fucking mine.

I am ungentle. It is not malice. I am no sadist. It is simply an absence of restraint that marks the sudden and savage nature of my need. You, for all your baby doll talk and dress, have provoked in me a most feral and earthy reaction. It has stripped me down bare, to base instincts. You, in this moment, are the very closest thing to a spiritual experience that I have ever known.

Your hair is gorgeous. Healthy. There's nothing else so suitable to steer you with. I yank you from your knees, pretty little knees, and twist you around. My big hand tightens its grip on silken tresses, shoves your head down, forces your back to arch and that round and flawless ass to thrust up towards me.

I kick your ankles apart roughly, spread those gorgeous little stems. It opens your pussy to me, pink and pouty and wet and needy and for a moment, just a moment, I debate dropping onto my knees and burying the wolfish lines of my face against the cheeks of your ass so that my tongue can reach it.

Instead, I ram my prick into you.

Hard. So hard the impact takes you up on your toes. It threatens the purchase of your little feet and those little heels. It hurts, I know it, because I can feel the fat crown of my cock spread you wide open and stretch you as it surges deep. I can feel it skipping against wet muscles and bottoming out deep inside you. So deep. Deeper than ever because your ass is crushed lewdly to my rugged hips and the sounds you make are wild, wanton, and wounded.

 

[FuckFantasy]

All my sultry, darling doll movements and coos come to a halt when you yank me up. I actually let out a cry of, "Oohh, yes, fuck me," knowing what comes next. It's all instinct, with you. I have learned what you love, what you need. But that knowledge hasn't made this spark grow any less brilliant, at least not for me. Because I want you more than ever, and because you know my every filthy desire, the thrill that shoots through me is more heart-stopping than it's ever been.

You can please me like no one else.

The straps of that dress fall down my shoulders as I crush against the counter for you now, helpless, and blissfully so. You're so ridiculously hung, and our movements are so sharp, the howl that escapes my pre-soaked lips makes my body jerk in pain. Scalded sounds, mixed with desperate, wild moans. More. More. It hurts so exquisitely, your prick plowing through my aching cunt, lubed from my mouth, and driving in with a lewd squelch - my cunt's just that sticky for Daddy's oversized dick.

"Don't. Fucking. Stop." I hiss at you over one shoulder, the words sounding gritty and panicked as I begin to thrust against you. You're pumping this slutty wet hole faster than ever, and it's all I can do not to cum on the spot. Tight walls squeeze around you, need overriding my body's cries of agony, as the bubble of my ripe ass is shoved into your pelvis, driving you on, satiny globes calling out for the calloused blows of your palms. "Smack it," I scream, just in case you can't understand that I need your prints all over me. Stinging, red cheeks to match the way my pussy will gape open and ooze frothy jizz later.

I wail against the counter, tits rubbing against marble, sweat already beginning to gather between deep cleavage. I'm almost spastic, teetering weakly on my heels and taking your brutal thrusts, grinding back with fury, gasping with fucklust.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Rolling over in a suddenly very empty bed. Sitting up.

I can hear them. Everything echoes in this huge chasm of a house.

My head plops down on the pillows. Insatiable those two. One wore me out, then the other last night. Bloody hell.

Throwing the covers over my head all I can think is.

He better not be charging me for his time right now...

And they better clean up their mess.

And now I am distracted again, Fucking Fantasy, please stop moaning?!

 

[Light Ice]

I love the sound. The sensation of your ass heaving under my hand. I don't smack it. I destroy it. I clap my palm against that silken skin so violently that it lifts you off my hard cock almost entirely, rocks you savagely forward, leaves you to bounce back on the length you've lost.

First one cheek. Then the other.

And my fingers sink into those perfect globes, glowing red now, mauling them. Using them to pull you harder onto me. The front of my jeans is dark with the wetness of your pussy, soaked through. Damp denim clinging to the rangy from of my hips while I take what is mine.

The vision of you. The nasty things you say. Those demands, those pleas, silent and otherwise, mingle with the liquid heat of your pussy gobbling up my prick. Taking, with relentless wetness and sensation, everything I can offer you.

My restraint breaks. I can't wait.

I cum hard inside you, still thrusting. The molten jets splash your interior, churned by the pistoning strokes of my length as I keep driving into you.

"Tell me you're cumming, Baby Girl. Let me fucking hear it." Because, darling? Nobody sounds as hot as you. I need that.

 

[FuckFantasy]

That prick, packed with seed, is all I can feel as you take what's yours at the Chateau's bar. That and the looming pleasure that builds inside of me. It's called upon with every dangerous clap of palm against ass. It grows stronger, with torrential electricity making my thighs spasm, my screams grow higher in pitch and shorter in delivery. The zipper of your fly scraping against my ravaged flesh as I let out a particularly violent thrust back against you. You're sawing at me with that monster prick, flooding me with cream, making me slap my palms against the counter, the marble hot from where my body pressed against it.

And then I explode, abruptly, between the counter and my stud's ever pounding, hard body.

"Oh, GOD, Daddy, I'm cumming for you, I'm gonna soak that big dick!" Baby girl voice makes all sorts of wicked promises as that voluptuous frame trembles with a slamming, sobbing orgasm. I can feel jizz drip between my thighs, ruining your jeans, destroying my skirt, splashing down onto those seductive little heels.

"Wreck me, baby, fucking wreck me," I plead, not wanting you to stop, even as you're shooting hot ropes of spunk inside your fuck toy's aching, cumming cunt. I turn as we hit our stride, bucking and groaning, you growls mingling with my screams. A chorus of lusty ecstasy. And then it's cut off. I kiss you. I realize it's been too long since I've tasted you lips. I kiss you deeply, with swirling, surging desire, as you pound me, our movements growing rough and slow.

I'm milking that cum from your slut making shaft. Combined with your mouth on mine? It's the best feeling on earth.

 

[Light Ice]

The dress is torn from you. Discarded. Leaving each beautiful curve bare under my eyes. And when I pull from you? Wet drippings. A rush of creamy cum spilling from you.

And still. I've work to do.

"Go to Ausus, darling. Don't clean up first."

And I kiss you, feel your lips under mine, share a wicked smile before departing.

 

[FuckFantasy]

"Mmm." I twirl around and moan against your lips, lingering. I'm sated and sweet now. The cum oozing from my properly pounded slit making me feel like the sexiest of bad little girls.

"Thanks, Daddy. You really did make it all better." I reach between us and stuff his cock back inside his pants. A tiny smirk curves over that lovely pout when I realize he's starting to get stiff. After just banging me silly. What a fucking stud. Tongue flicks down the center of his mouth as he tells me to go find our sultry little hostess.

"No, I won't clean up. But baby?" That tone is utterly adorable, cooing and light, as my mouth cups his ear. My hands toying with his fly. I can feel the heat of him beginning to rise again. Teeth begin to sink into the lobe, then stop.

"You might want to wipe the cum off your shirt." I zip him up abruptly and turn for the door.

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She's gorgeous. Naked, with unruly red locks spilling down peaches and cream skin. I leap onto her bed, giggling wickedly, and crawling to the place besides her on that cloud-like mattress, whipping back the silky rustle of sheets and duvet.

"Gooooood morning," I drawl, innocently, as if Ice's jizz isn't still dripping from between my curvy thighs, as if my voice isn't throaty from screaming through a rip-roaring cum. That buxom, hot-skinned body is pressed tightly against her warm, silky one in a friendly hug hello. Tender. Affectionate.

And then I reach out and twist one of her nipples, as licentious grin lights up my glowing, heart-shaped face. "Did you dream about me, nasty slut?"

 

[Ausus_girl13]

My world is cold. And then warm again.. and somehow... wet.

Arms slide around me, and I think....boy.. nope there's boobs.

The smell of sex, and cum, sweat and just plain sin fills my bed, my nose, my brain. In-fucking-toxic. I know then who it is, before she even parts those pretty pert pink lips. Lips that I am betting haven't been far from a cock today.

She twist my nipples-ha- like that will erupt me in a little gasping mess. Nope. I lay still.

The sweetest little whore you ever have had the chance to meet. I giggle.

"Good morning, or rather afternoon" I drawl rather lazily, before wrapping my arms and legs around her. Somehow, I manage to place her back against my front, and pull her legs apart. Calm and methodical. My breathing even in her ear. My hand slides down her belly, dipping into her sopping wet cunt. Figures.

"Aww, baby! Did you bring me a wake up meal?"

 

[FuckFantasy]

It's easy to twist and manipulate me right now - I'm so high off my fuck, I'm practically floating above the bed next to her.

She brings me back to earth, and fast.

"Mmmm, yes... I think I've been conned into bringing you breakfast in bed," I coo, then hiss. Her fingers in my cunt make the blood rush there, that delicate pearl suddenly throbbing with need again. Lust-stricken face turns over a bare shoulder to stare into her wild greens, as that ass wriggles up against her tight slit.

Lips purse then dive for hers, eyes fluttering shut. Lying there, tangled with her, feminine body entwined with feminine body. I take her hand and cup it hard against my sloppy wet sex, making sure she knows Ice has wrecked me just to her liking. Hips give a little shimmy, and it's wicked, feeling my stung, red ass rub against her stomach and hot, slick pussy.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Licking my sweet lips and tasting her. Now this is how a girl should wake up every day. With a hot little whore warming her bed. Her lips and tongue taste of him and her, a delightful mixture.

But like this? Willingly? My nature kicks in. It can't be helped. A glance up at my headboard, ornate as it is, and yep, there are two of my scarves. I grin ferally. I roll us over and pin her to my mattress.

"Stay slut." A kiss to her nose, a smile and I reach over her head for the scarves, of course as I am reaching those sharp white teeth close around a nipple and I stifle a whimper, her wrist is quickly tied to the headboard, followed in short order by the other. I back away and watch her.

I cannot stop the giggles when she shifts and tries her bindings.

"Like my very own present! Don't struggle too much baby, those will tighten around your wrists."

I will happily eat her and make her writhe over the bed, but for the moment, I just want her to lay there and stew, and wait. Marinating in her own need.

 

[FuckFantasy]

"Ooh!" A playful little exhale when she pins me down. I start to kiss back, grinning, thinking of how easy this will be, and how amazingly sweet too. I start to wrap my legs around her hips, and then she's moving. Quickly. Not on me, but tying me up?

"Shit." Unladylike - as always - and narrowing those feline looking twins at her. I flail my legs open, arching my hips up, trying to move this way and that. Ice's cum spills from my abused pussy, smearing onto the sheets as I struggle on the bed. The knots are tight. And her grin is too antagonistic - not to mention completely sexy - for me not to snarl and sulk.

"Pretty fucking funny, slut." I watch her, sitting back, far away. She's just TOO gleeful. One dainty foot reaches out, and I try to wrap a leggy stem around her, pulling her in slightly.

"So are you gonna see just what my Daddy made you for a snack?" That voice is dangerously low, one brow arched in mock amusement, as I try to move my wrists from their chiffon bindings.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I love it. She squeals and moans and whimpers, finally offering herself up for my taste. Finally. She's stretched out and writhing, and I admire the heave of her pert little breasts and the fine line down her curves and to her open legs, I lick my lips at the wetness there.

We had talked about this.. in a much calmer moment. The differences between having girls and boys. The biggest difference for me? The energy. Sure I can maniac with a man, and he'll cum and we'll be good. Or I can be soft, demure and teasing.

But with a woman her whole body can be used to make her into a mess. I could spend hours devoted to just keeping her wet, without cumming, this isn't something I knew. Thank god for my mistress, she taught me well. Very well. shivers

I think I've made the gorgeous little slut wait long enough, so I slide between her legs, she wraps them around me of course.

Fuck, is there nothing hotter than a woman with her hands bound above her head, her tits bouncing with every little motion. I could stare forever, but my tummy grumbles.

My head descends and my lips press her slit open and her juices and his cum pour into my mouth, while my tongue eagerly laps it up. Tangy, salty, sweet, something akin to tears.. she moans and so do I in magnificent chorus.

Yummy.