As he sat down on the bed and started to caress my body, I found myself relaxing and letting him explore. When the gag is removed, I begin to take lungfuls of air, thankful not to have my mouth filled. I feel him push my legs up and wonder what he will do next.
At the unfamilar rustling sound, I lift my head unsure exactly of the sound. A few seconds - minutes? - go past, and I feel his finger on my anus. On reflex, I tighen the muscle close, cry out to him. I do not want this man to know that I've never had anything bigger than a man's finger inserted into my ass, yet I know if I were to tell him that it would be the next thing he would want to ravage.
I feel him prodding and pushing something cold, wet, and hard through the tight ring of muscles. I resist, but he keeps pushing until something feels as though it pops in. I take a sharp intake of breath, wondering what he has done, when suddenly I feel something else being inserted. Again and again this is repeated. I eventually lose count, but he finally stops. I feel a cord or string dangling down, tickling my ass cheeks and the feel of fullness in my bowels only confirms that he has in fact stuffed something into me. I begin, instinctively to try to push out the item, but he begins to caress my body. I try to concentrate on pushing whatever is in my ass out, but my body begins to respond to his touch, stroking the underpart of my thighs, my ass cheeks, hips and waist.
He leaves my legs pushed up over my body, causing the fullness to feel more pronounced. My moans are betraying my thoughts as I feel my body begin to give itself over to him.
Suddenly, he spreads my legs wide, knees bent, and I can feel that I am totally and completely exposed to him. With my hands still bound, and still blindfolded, I can feel myself blushing scarlet as I feel his eyes looking on the pink folds of my pussy, and I know that he cannot but see how wet my pussy is.
I start to whimper, but whether it is to encourage or to try to get him to cease, not even I know anymore. When I feel his lips on the back of my thighs, I jump. His lips run down the length of my thighs until he reaches the lips of my pussy. I hear his soft laugh - mocking me - before his tongue traces the smooth skin surrounding my sex. I feel a light tugging on the string from my ass - just enough to make me realize its presence and cause a whole new round of moaning.
As his tongue traces the inner folds of my pussy, my body responds by moving under his touch, my lips now encouraging him, even though my mind tries to fight all that is happening to me.
At the unfamilar rustling sound, I lift my head unsure exactly of the sound. A few seconds - minutes? - go past, and I feel his finger on my anus. On reflex, I tighen the muscle close, cry out to him. I do not want this man to know that I've never had anything bigger than a man's finger inserted into my ass, yet I know if I were to tell him that it would be the next thing he would want to ravage.
I feel him prodding and pushing something cold, wet, and hard through the tight ring of muscles. I resist, but he keeps pushing until something feels as though it pops in. I take a sharp intake of breath, wondering what he has done, when suddenly I feel something else being inserted. Again and again this is repeated. I eventually lose count, but he finally stops. I feel a cord or string dangling down, tickling my ass cheeks and the feel of fullness in my bowels only confirms that he has in fact stuffed something into me. I begin, instinctively to try to push out the item, but he begins to caress my body. I try to concentrate on pushing whatever is in my ass out, but my body begins to respond to his touch, stroking the underpart of my thighs, my ass cheeks, hips and waist.
He leaves my legs pushed up over my body, causing the fullness to feel more pronounced. My moans are betraying my thoughts as I feel my body begin to give itself over to him.
Suddenly, he spreads my legs wide, knees bent, and I can feel that I am totally and completely exposed to him. With my hands still bound, and still blindfolded, I can feel myself blushing scarlet as I feel his eyes looking on the pink folds of my pussy, and I know that he cannot but see how wet my pussy is.
I start to whimper, but whether it is to encourage or to try to get him to cease, not even I know anymore. When I feel his lips on the back of my thighs, I jump. His lips run down the length of my thighs until he reaches the lips of my pussy. I hear his soft laugh - mocking me - before his tongue traces the smooth skin surrounding my sex. I feel a light tugging on the string from my ass - just enough to make me realize its presence and cause a whole new round of moaning.
As his tongue traces the inner folds of my pussy, my body responds by moving under his touch, my lips now encouraging him, even though my mind tries to fight all that is happening to me.