EROTICA BOX SET - A Night To Remember (BDSM, Bondage, Domination)

by Sylvia Parker

  Leslie grit her teeth against the pain, the ropes rubbing abrasively against the flesh of her chest. “Oh my god,” she said, her face crumpling in a painful sob.

  Donald watched her carefully, his eyes filled with a sadistic lust as he dominated his latest prey. He picked up the vibrator from the table and switched it back on. Deliberately so Leslie could see, he lowered the vibrating rod onto her chest, laying it between her two pointy breasts. Leslie gasped as the vibrations sent ripples of euphoria slamming through her body, causing her back to arch in near-orgasmic pleasure.

  She closed her eyes against the strange sensation, shouting a single word into the otherwise silent room.

  “Please!” she pleaded, her eyes struggling to make contact with Donald's. “I want to feel your cock,” she said. “Let me suck it. I want to suck it now.”

  Donald stared at her and licked his lips. It was obvious that despite his experience, he was unprepared for the sudden change in attitude from someone he had clearly expected to be a prude. Their eyes met in a lustful exchange as Leslie's mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out in a display of wanton desire.

  “Fuck it,” said Donald, overcome with his own needs.

  His hands dropped to his waistline, the telltale sound of a zipper loud in the empty room. With a heavy shrug he pulled his cock from within his trousers, setting it on the table with a loud thump. Leslie shifted her weight as she tried to inch her way towards it, but she was too tightly restrained to make much progress. She stared as she watched Donald's massive cock thicken with copious amounts of blood, veins rising against the thin flesh of his member.

  Her mouth dropped open as her tongue came out, beckoning for Donald to give her a taste of his juicy meat. Metal clanged once again as her hands jerked against her restraints. She turned her head to the side and opened wide, allowing an easy entry for her new lover to send the tip of his rod into her soft, moist mouth.

  She moaned in pleasure as he stuck the end of his cock into her mouth, its thickness stretching her cheeks wide. It was all she could do to fit it in her mouth, it was so thick. Donald held still, letting Leslie do the work as she moved her head back and forth as best she could, struggling to take as much of this man inside her as was currently possible.

  “Please,” she begged impatiently, “take off some of these restraints. I can barely move with my body tied to the table like this.”

  His cock standing firm in the air, Donald grunted his acquiescence He rapidly undid the belts across her midsection, followed by her ankles and wrists. When he went to untie the rope which wrapped itself tightly around her breasts, she stopped him.

  “No,” she said, catching his hand in hers. “Leave it, it feels good.”

  Her entire body had flushed several shades darker from the stimulation of the past several minutes. Now on her knees, she leaned forward as she took Donald's massive cock inside her mouth. It stretched her wide as she took him deep inside, nearly causing her to gag as it slammed into the back of her throat. She tried to focus on relaxing her throat, but his girth was too much for her to handle. She coughed violently, thick strands of saliva stretching from her mouth to his large prick.

  Her fingers rubbed against the dripping wetness of her pussy. She had waited a long time for this moment, though it felt like an eternity. After watching so many other people reach sexual release in just a few short hours, she wanted some as well. Her months of solid studying and lack of social life were all about to be worth it right now as she rubbed her lubricated clit in circles, Donald's cock jammed between her lips.

  The rope around her breasts stung as it chafed against her chest, but Leslie didn't care. Her fingers slipped and slid along the length of her slit, mashing her hand forcefully against her slippery pussy. Donald's hands slipped beneath her, cupping her breasts in his hands. He twisted her nipples painfully between his thumb and forefinger, sending a shock of electricity from her chest to her crotch. She felt a burst of juices flow down her leg as she flexed her sphincter instinctively, the pleasure almost too much for her to bear.

  With a loud pop she pulled back, Donald's cock slipping free from between her lips. It bobbed back and forth in the air, sticking nearly straight up with excitement. He gripped it powerfully with his meaty hand, stroking himself with the help of her saliva. As she fingered herself, he jerked his cock – the two of them each making a wet sucking sound as they panted their way towards sexual release.

  Suddenly he snatched her wrist, pulling her off the table. She nearly fell as she struggled to catch herself, her breasts bouncing painfully against the rope. She hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Donald spun her around, planting her hands on the metal table. With one hand on her ass, his other guided his giant cock against the soaked opening of her vagina. One thrust later, he was all the way inside her, his massive penis slamming against her cervix and instantly sending her over the edge.

  She screamed urgently, her sphincter contracting over and over as the orgasm caused her legs to shake uncontrollably She gripped the metal table for dear life, focusing all her attention on not collapsing to the floor. Donald either didn't notice or didn't care, as he gripped her bare bottom with both hands and began to stretch her wet slit with his meaty prick.

  Each thrust accentuated the previous one as Leslie found herself unable to breathe. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fell forwards onto the table, her legs trembling as she reached her sexual peak. The sensation of Donald slamming his cock inside of her was too much for her mind to handle, and in response it seemed to shut off. She blacked out momentarily, vaguely aware that she was still getting fucked from behind.

  A loud slap against her rear end snapped her back to reality, a rush of sensations struggling to overwhelm her once again. Aftershocks of the intense orgasm threatened to cripple her yet again, but this time she managed to hold on. Donald slapped her again with a perfectly timed strike, his thick cock stretching the elastic walls of her pussy in a violent display of domination. He twisted his body slightly to the side, sending his stiff rod crashing into the side of her insides.

  The new sensation was enough to send Leslie over the edge. She felt her back begin to arch involuntarily as she felt herself start to cum again, the rhythmic pumping of the man behind her blasting away any shred of regret that she had come out tonight whatsoever. Her scalp tingled as he gripped a handful of hair, pulling her towards him with each thrust of his hips.

  He entered her deeply, but still she wanted more. She leaned back, pressing her back into his chest as she began to gyrate her hips against his. With his cock impaling her from below, she ground herself back and forth as she rode him from a standing position. It felt as if his cock was a bull in a china shop, slamming against the sensitive walls of her vagina with reckless abandon.

  But when he gripped her bound breasts in his powerful hands, she felt as if her head might explode. It was unclear whether he had forgotten that she was bound – or perhaps he just didn't care – but he gripped her so forcefully that she would have been worried that she might rupture her breasts, if such a thing was possible. That would have been on her mind, had she not begun to feel the most intense orgasm that she had ever felt in her life.

  She screamed, a guttural noise emanating from deep in her throat. Her mind wanted to stop, but her body moved instinctively. Deep down within her soul, she knew she had to get every drop of sperm from this man's balls inside of her. She wanted him to cum inside her almost as badly as she wanted herself to cum, yet she had no idea why.

  Their two bodies moved in unison as they reached climax together. Donald's hands were still plastered on her tits as he twisted her nipples again, adding an extra dimension to the intense pleasure washing over her. She screamed again as she felt him angle his hips upwards, sending his thick cock even deeper inside of her.

  Another scream left her lips unintentionally as she felt his powerful hands suddenly on her shoulders, forcing their bodies together as Donald started to grunt.
He pulled out suddenly, gripping her on the arm and spinning her around to face him. She dropped to her knees instinctively, opening her mouth as her tongue gave him a target for his first load. Donald continued to grunt as he stroked his cock urgently, the wetness from her vagina giving him ample lubrication.

  The first stream splashed across her chin, feeling like she had been shot with a hot blast of mustard. It splattered onto her chest, dripping down her blood-filled breasts. She planted her hands on Donald's naked thighs, the flesh hard as rock. Her face inched closer to his swollen cock as another stream of chunky semen sprayed down her throat.

  Her tongue flicked out, gently licking the tip of his penis as he continued to coax the sperm from his body. He groaned as she licked him again, another spray catching her across the mouth. With warm chunks of his white spunk dripping from her face, she closed her lips around the head of his cock. Leslie sucked the massively wide end of his cock like a thick straw, as if she were struggling to drink the last bit of a milkshake.

  Donald groaned as her tongue flicked around his cock. She moved her head back and forth as she sucked him off, the final sprays of sperm and semen shooting down her throat. She gripped the base of his cock with one hand, holding it like a trophy as she licked up and down his length. She put him in her mouth one more time, his rapidly softening penis feeling like a thick sausage against her soft lips.

  With a weak shove, he pushed her off of him, leaning on the table for support. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled loose the knot which held the rope in place on Leslie's body. She gasped as the release in tension allowed the blood to flow freely through her body once again, her hands rising to massage her breasts. She inspected the damage carefully, but aside from some slight chafing, she appeared to be fine.

  Donald chuckled to himself as he shakily put his clothes back on. Leslie gave him a curious look, his laugh slightly inappropriate.

  “What?” she asked, her tone demanding a satisfactory answer.

  He shook his head again as he tidied his appearance. “Its just funny,” he said cryptically.

  “What is!” Leslie demanded. If she had been able to stand, she would have put her hands on her hips.

  “I dunno,” said Donald, already seemingly recovered from their sexual encounter. “I came in here thinking I would do a number on you. I wanted this to be a night you would remember forever.”

  “It was,” she said, memories of the night playing back in her mind. “I mean, it is.”

  Donald tossed her a burgundy towel. As she wiped the bodily fluids from herself, she vaguely wondered what Jessica had been doing this whole time. She shrugged mentally – Jess can take care of herself.

  “Don't take this the wrong way,” said Donald cautiously. “But I came in here thinking you would be some kind of prude! I don't know why, maybe just compared to your friend, I guess. But you really proved me wrong.”

  “Aww, thanks,” said Leslie, picking her ruined underwear up from the ground.

  “But I gotta say,” Donald continued, a silly grin plastered on his face. “You really took me for a ride just now!”

  Their eyes met briefly before Leslie looked away, unsure of how to act around this man. She had never done anything like that before in her life. Her natural instinct was to kiss him.

  “Go ahead, take your time and get cleaned up,” said Donald, breaking eye contact.

  He was already fully dressed and halfway out the door before Leslie had managed to think of anything to say. A thousand thoughts ran through her head as she fought the urge to ask him questions. She struggled to banish the needy thoughts from her mind, forcing herself to accept what this had been: a one time thing.

  “Take my card,” he said, stopping suddenly. He fished into his pocket and pulled out a black business card. It was bare except for a skull and crossbones on one side, and a phone number on the back.

  “Call me any time,” he said with a wink.

  A second later, he was out the door. Leslie looked around, suddenly claustrophobic in the small stone room. A red glow of light was the only illumination there, the buzzing of electricity now suddenly audible in the otherwise silent room. Still naked, she found her drink on the table with the sex toys. As she took a drink, another thought flashed through her head.

  Oh shit, she thought urgently, rushing to put on her clothes. Jess!