Boy, was I wrong.
He thrust his hips up and pulls my head forward at the same time, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Fuck, yes. More.” He repeats the move, over and over again as if enjoying the sounds of my discomfort. I begin to panic the fourth time I choke on him. My fingernails dig into the fabricof his pants, his thighs, trying to pull away. Instead, he tugs me forward, his strength holding me there.
When I whimper and glance up at him, he’s grinning down at me, eyes fully black in the mask. “You’re going to take all of me before I lick your pussy, aren’t you?” Using the grip on my hair, he yanks my head back and forth as if making me nod. “Just a little more.” His grip tightens painfully, pulling strands from my scalp, causing me to scream around him.
“Fuck, yes!” He becomes feral the more sounds I make.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I gag repeatedly. I’ve never been treated so disrespectfully before and I…I’m squeezing my thighs together to try and relieve the throbbing need between them.
When I lower one of my hands to help relieve the ache while he fucks my mouth like a depraved person, the guard grabs it and slides it underneath his balls, curling my fingers around the soft skin there. “You don’t get to come…until I do. And I need to come so fucking bad.”
His thrusts grow shallow but speed up, so I’m no longer choking. I moan around his pistoning shaft while applying suction and giving his balls a gentle squeeze, tugging on them so he can’t come yet.
“You act so prim and proper…but you want to be treated like a dirty slut, don’t you?”
I moan longer, louder before holding his eyes, begging him to use me, to hurt me, to dominate me like no one ever has before.
His dark eyes flash as if in a challenge, and he pulls my head forward, keeping it there as he groans through the spurts of his release. I gag until he pulls back, then slowly brings me forward again and again until the hot gushes finally stop.
When he lets go of my hair, I pull off him, gasping for air.
“You’re so much prettier with makeup and tears running down your cheeks and my cum on your lips.” He swipes both sides of my face to dry it, then uses his untucked black tee to wipe my mouth. With a soft slap on my cheek, he says, “Take your panties off and get in the swing. I’m going to fucking devour you until you can’t walk straight.”
When I manage to get to my feet and stagger, he laughs. I already can’t walk straight. But I make it over to the device. Holding on to the chain, I reach under my dress and tug my panties down my legs, kicking them off so I can hop in.
Before I can figure out where my legs even go, the guard stands and zips his pants, headed for me like a man on a mission. He lifts my right leg and places it in the sling while glancing down at my face, as if seeking an objection. I have none, so he does the same with the left ankle, then reaches for my left hand. Stretching it up, he fastens one wrist with the Velcro, then the other, until I’m completely at his mercy.
“Good?” he asks, and I nod, looking up to the dangling red cord within my fingers reach even though my wrists are restrained.
Or the stringwaswithin reach until the guard smirks and ties it up so I can’t grab it. “You won’t need it,” he promises before he drops to his knees between my legs that are spread apart so wide, it’s almost uncomfortable for my inner thighs.
Leaning forward, he doesn’t waste any time burying his face in me. I feel the brush of the tip of his nose first, making me jerk in the restraints. It’s quickly followed by the tip of his tongue that flattens and licks me from my asshole to clit slowly, drawing out the torture.
“Yes! Right there!” I scream when he finally reaches that bundle of nerves. He batters it with his tongue a few times before dipping back down and shoving it inside me. “Mmm, youare soaking wet from sucking my cock. You liked gagging on it, having me hold your head down, didn’t you?
“Yes,” I whimper. “I’ve never…had anyone…”
“You’ve sucked plenty of cock but never had your mouth fucked?” The huff of his chuckle ghosting over my damp center.
I shake my head, unable to speak a single word.
“Best blow job I’ve ever had,” he says, making me nearly glow with pride. “I don’t want a woman who can deep throat like a pro. I prefer to force it all the way down while you fight every second of the way.”
“Oh god.” My head falls back as his tongue returns to my clit, sucking on it and sending me soaring. While I’m moaning through the pleasure, he shoves two fingers inside me and starts fucking me with them so hard and fast the swing sways with the movements. In, long pause, out, his tongue licks my clit. Over and over again until I’m so sensitive and turned on I’m jerking on the wrist restraints, my hips trying to buck toward his face with every long pause.
The guard laughs darkly at my struggle, knowing I’m trapped until he lets me go.
“Get comfortable, sweetheart. I’m going to eat your pussy all night long.”
How can I possibly argue with that?
9
Kirsten
Iwake up content, cozy, and overly warm. Which is strange since it’s the middle of winter, and there’s usually a draft coming from my bedroom windows.
