by Powerone
about to obey. She made her tongue stiff, running it up until she felt it touch his anus. She felt the hole go into a series of spasms as her tongue licked all around it, the tiny hairs rubbing against her lips.
James enjoyed her oral sodomy, but still wanted more from her. He wanted her
absolute submission, each act bringing her closer to his goal. "Make your tongue stiff and put it in my ass." He pushed out with his anus as he felt her complying, her face pushed hard between his cheeks, her nose rubbing against his balls. Her hand pumped his cock
up and down, keeping it hard, but never going as far as letting him cum. He felt his anus straining as her tongue sought entrance to his backside, the strange thrill running through his body as Carrie's tongue entered his rectum, fluttering as the tip slid into his tight hole.
He couldn't contain his muscles, trying to force out the intruder no matter how much
pleasure it was giving him.
It was obscene, her tongue trapped in his asshole, feeling the hot, clenching muscles
grip it and try to shove it out. She had to force herself to keep it in, her face smashed into his ass. It was hard for her to move her tongue, but she tried, tried to make it flutter inside his clenching asshole.
Unless she stopped soon, James would cum, her tongue and hand doing an excellent
job of bringing him to a fever pitch. But he wanted her mouth. "You can take your tongue from my asshole. You obey well." He sat up in the chair again. "Put your wrists together in front of you."
She saw the rope, the same one that was in her kitchen drawer. James must have
found them while she was changing her clothes. He was going to tie her up. Just like he had done to Candy. She almost came when she felt the rope looping around her wrists,
James slowly tightening it until it dug into her tender wrists. Without her hands, James would have all the control, sure that was his plan. It would be like Jesse taking her in the jail, bound and unable to do anything but let him have his way with her mouth. She looked down, her wrists bound together. She put her arms down, surrendering to James, a deep
masochistic thrill between her legs as the tight ropes dug into her tender skin.
He stood up, his cock in front of her face. He put his hand under her chin, her head
rising up; Carrie resigned to the fact, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his cock.
"Stick your tongue out." Her tongue stretched far outside her mouth, James stroking his cock as he placed it on her tongue. He gently stroked his cock, masturbating just outside her mouth, her hot breath exciting him. He held her head still, her eyes looking up at him.
He pressed his hips forward until the head of his cock slipped inside her mouth. "Make your lips tight."
She could do nothing but comply with his every wish, her bound hands preventing her
from protesting any of his actions. She felt the thick head of his cock push inside her lips, stretching them wide as she tried to accommodate the thickness of his flesh. His hands tightened on her head until they hurt, his hips already beginning their rhythmic coupling, his cock sliding in and out over her lips. She tongued his cock, bathing it, hoping to make it slick; sure that he would shove it down her throat. Just as Jesse had done.
James already felt the sperm boiling up from his balls as soon as she began to suck
his cock, her lips tight around the shaft like a rubber band sliding up and down as he pumped her mouth. And her tongue, coaxing the sperm from his balls, James fighting
back the urges that made his balls ache in lust. He held her head tighter, pointing her mouth up so he could take longer strokes in her mouth, enjoying the way his cock bulged her cheeks when he shoved it in at an angle. He continued to pump her mouth, never
taking his cock from it, Carrie's nose flaring open and closed as she sucked in precious air. She knew she would have to take it down her throat, he could see the fear in her eyes.
James never took his cock from her mouth. Even when he stopped to let her suck in
deep breaths, his cock was still inside her lips. His sperm leaked in her mouth, mixing with her spit to bathe her taste buds with the salty taste, Carrie unable to do anything to rid that foul taste. James was becoming more insistent now, his hips pumping faster, the thick
cock shoving ruthlessly in and out of her mouth. The room was silent except for the
gurgling sounds that came from her gagged mouth. The end of his cock was banging at
the entrance to her throat, Carrie bracing herself for the inevitable. And then it came.
"EEEEGGG." The thick head of his cock tried to breach the tiny opening of her throat, his hands holding her submissive, his hips continuing to drive his cock deeper into her mouth and now her throat. Her body grew tense at she struggled to breath.
"Hold still!" James felt her trying to pull away, his hips impatient, the head of his cock breaching the opening to her throat. He put one hand at the back of her head, the other hand under her chin, turning her head at an angle. He began to shove his cock into her throat, grunting as he fought to get the thick head into the tiny hole. His hips were moving frantically, in and out his cock plunging into her unwilling mouth. Her lips were so tight around the shaft, feeling like her hand sliding up and down. She panicked for a moment when the head of his cock entered the tight entrance to her throat, seeing the tears in her mouth, her throat moving as her muscles tried to keep the invader from her throat. He held her tighter, pulling her against him as he fed more of more of his cock into her throat.
It felt like a giant log being shoved down her throat, Carrie gagging and choking as
the unyielding flesh of his cock bore into her throat. Tears were running down her cheeks as she tried valiantly to swallow his cock, like a sword swallower. His cock felt dry as it shoved into her throat, past the resisting muscles, feeling as if he were trying to shove it down into her stomach. He wouldn't allow her to pull away, her throat ravished by his
cock.
James felt the delicious rippling of her throat muscles up and down his cock, her
gagging bringing such pleasure to him. He knew it would be only seconds before he
came, his balls aching to release his pent up sperm. He pulled his cock from her throat, her eyes opening wide as Carrie sucked in the precious air that filled her lungs. He
pumped his cock just inside her mouth, his balls tingling, his asshole tightening as he tried to control the orgasm that raced through his body. "Keep you mouth open wide," he warned her, taking his cock out, his hand sliding up and down the shaft as he bellowed in lust.
It was almost like it was in slow motion, James masturbating his cock in front of her
face, her mouth open submissively, knowing that it would soon be full of his sperm. She saw his head shoot up in ecstasy, the first jet of thick sperm shooting from the end of his cock in an arc that landed on her nose with a loud splat, the hot creme almost burning her silky skin. He was far from finished, his hand pumping out a second load of sperm, this time his aim much better, splatting into her mouth, landing on her tongue and bathing her lips with the thick, salty sperm. She was powerless to do anything, the head of his cock pushed inside her lips, another load of sperm filling her mouth. The sperm on her nose slid slowly down, leaving a trail as it slid down her cheek. She struggled to breathe, afraid of swallowing his sperm. A fourth load of sperm landed on her face, James slapping his
semi-hard cock along her cheek, spewing out its fluids onto her soft skin.
James enjoyed the way his sperm covered her face and mouth, Carrie unable to do
anything but take it. He finally stopped cumming, wiping his semi-hard cock on her face, leaving a final trail of sperm on her. He pulled back, his hand going up to scrape up the sperm that dripped down her face, pressing it against her lips until it coated them with a glistening lipstick of sperm. "Swallow now."
Her mouth was filled with the thick sperm, the salty taste overpowering everything
else. She breathed through her nose, trying not to swallow, not sure what to do. James spread the sperm on her face onto her lips, Carrie finally resigned to her fate. She heard his words, knowing they were coming. She gulped, choking as the thick creme slid down
her throat slowly like it was a lump. No matter how much she swallowed, the taste refused to go away.
It was time for Carrie to get her reward. "Stand up." He moved to the side as she stood up, stretching her muscles, her hands still tied in front of her. He looked up at the ceiling, finding what he was looking for in the beams that crossed over the top. He
grabbed the other end of the rope, throwing it over the beam until the other end fell back down on the other side of the beam. He began to pull on the end of the rope, watching as Carrie's arms were forced up into the air.
She could only watch as her arms were pulled up high over her head until she felt the
rope go taut. She only hoped that James would allow her the pleasure that she deserved.
Would he fuck her, looking down to see if his cock had hardened?
James loved the way her tits pointed almost up into the air, the nipples sharp and
swollen. "Spread your legs," James' hand between her thighs, urging them to spread wider, her pussy lips peeling back to reveal the wet inner lips. Next time he would make sure that he had some toys for her, today she would have to do with his fingers, not that she would mind. She was more then ready to cum.
Carrie felt James slip behind her, his body pressing up against her ass. She ground
back on him, hoping to make his cock erect again. His fingers curled around her body until he was cupping her breasts, his fingers finding her hard nipples. He snapped her nipples with his fingernails, back and forth the hard nails hitting her rubbery flesh with a
resounding thud each time. It felt good and hurt at the same time, but Carrie could do little to protest. Her nipples grew more sensitive with each snap, his fingers finally stopping, but returning to pinch the abused flesh. She looked down as he yanked them harshly out of
shape, her breasts pulled into sharp cones by her nipples, the dark brown flesh yanked out until they were over two inches long, a deep ache in her chest. He twisted and turned the yanked flesh, her nipples throbbing in pain as he pinched them harder.
James finally released her tits, seeing Carrie biting her lips as she suffered under his fingertips. She would soon learn to love the sharp pain. He lightly slapped her breasts from the soft underbelly, making them dance up and down on her chest. He felt his cock grow harder, moving his hips until he felt the head of his cock slip between her sweat drenched cheeks. He pushed harder when he felt her cheeks tighten on his cock, not sure if she was trying to keep it out from between her cheeks or seeking to pleasure him with her sharp contractions.
James was being harsh with her breasts, never having a boy take such liberties with
them before. All the others treated them gently, lavishing attention on them with their hands and mouths. James seemed to enjoy doing the opposite. Carrie's mind was
confused. While she thought it was wrong for Michel to treat them that way, she couldn't deny the unmistakable pleasure between her legs each time the sharp pain laced through her nipples, especially when she tugged on her arms, the ropes tightening, making her
more aware that she was bound naked by him.
She felt his cock rising to the occasion, shivering when he pushed it between her
cheeks, remembering when he did that to Candy, taking her in the ass. Her body
responded naturally, the muscles of her ass clutching onto the thick flesh that was stuffed in her crack, the hot flesh feeling as if it were burning her anus. She arched her ass back onto his cock, unable to do anything else when James' hands slid down over her flat
stomach, his fingers tangling in her dense, red bush. She almost came when he teased
the tiny follicles, the pleasure resonating deep inside her pussy. She was disappointed when his hands moved away, Carrie looking back to see why he had deserted her.
James moved in front of Carrie, wanting a more intimate look at her. Yesterday he
was too far away to see her well; today he would take full advantage of her bound body.
He sat down on the footstool in front of her, his legs between her. He took one of her legs, lifting it up and placing it on the armrest of the chair, her leg bent at a forty-five degree angle. He rubbed her available thigh, enjoying the sleek skin as he moved closer to her sex. With her leg up high and spread wide, her pussy was revealed to him.
She felt the cool air rushing over her superheated pussy as James placed her leg on
the armrest of the chair. She looked down, her pussy lips open grossly, the pink insides highlighted by the bright lights of the room. Her thighs were coated with her juices, her body aroused to a fever pitch. She would cum quickly. In spite of being opened so wide, James still peeled her lips open, feeling the pinch of his fingers as he grabbed her slick lips. He blew on her pussy, her body shivering in lust. He was almost looking inside her, her spread legs affording him a view of her dark, inviting hole. His fingers crept up higher, clinically rubbing her pussy lips, yanking them wide until it almost hurt. He moved up to her clit, knowing that he would discover her secret. She had a large, sensitive clit. Once aroused it grew like a baby cock and Carrie even once masturbated it to an orgasm as if it were a cock, her fingers rubbing up and down the hard organ.
James wanted to eat her pussy, but knew that now was not the time. He would rather
have her spread and bound on a bed, unable to move even the slightest bit, forced to
endure his tongue as it lapped her vulnerable body. He could tease her for hours, bringing her to the height of an orgasm, only to deny her the ultimate pleasure. She would be
shuttering in unfulfilled arousal. He saw his prey, his fingers finding her clit, one finger on each side of the base, pressing inward until it popped from her clit hood into the bright light. He was sure he could blow on her clit and make her pleasure button hard and red, swollen in lust. Her body jerked when his fingers slipped back and forth over the tip of it.
She tried to shove her hips forward, wanting more of his finger on her clit, the swollen organ teased by his touch. But James stayed away, his fingers sliding along her slick
pussy lips until he came to her pussy. ""EEEEHH," she could only gasp in surprise as three fingers entered her without any preliminaries, her insides gripping on the fingers as they twisted and turned to reach the dark, deep depths of her pussy. She remembered the way Jesse had taken her, forcing her to take his fingers unexpectedly. James' fingers
began to move inside her, twisting and turning as he pulled them out, only to plunge them back in again. She was ready to pop, not much holding her back, the night too arousing.
She looked out into the darkness through the wide open door. Was someone watching
her? Would they see her cum? Her hips began to rock back and forth, her pussy clenching on the fingers that speared her, Carrie ready to cum.
James' fingers were soaked by her juices, her hot, tight pussy gripping his cock with
love. He began to tap her pussy lips, lightly at first, a soft pitter-patter up and down her puffy lips. Her body began to jerk as his taps became harder, feeling her pussy clench onto his fingers each time he would slap her pussy lips. He moved up one side of her
pussy, down the other, each time slapping harder until you could hear the sound of his hands on her wet flesh. Her hips were jerking uncontrollably back and forth, unable to comprehend the feelings that raced through her body.
At first, Carrie thought he was rubbing her pussy lips, but it became more
pronounced. James was slapping her puffy lips with three fingers, almost as if he were spanking them. She watched, mesmerized as he moved up one lip, stopping just short of
her clit, to move back down the other. His fingers even moved in and slapped her inner lips, one sp
read leg on the armrest leaving her vulnerable. The fingers continued to fuck her, driving in and out, opening up when they were deep inside her until she grunted, only to pull out, stretching her as they did. She couldn't control her hips, jerking side to side, back and forth, all responding to James' latest stimulation, whether it was his fingers inside her or the ones outside slapping her sensitive sex. She bit her lips as she readied to cum, her insides clenching on the fingers that stuffed her pussy full.
She only needed one more thing to drive her over the edge, James eager to give her
what she needed, but would not expect. Four fingers entered her, Carrie grunting as he pressed them deep into her hot, tight pussy. His tapping fingers moved up, leaving her pussy lips alone, attacking her pleasure button. He snapped a fingernail over the tip of it, then pressing along the base of it until it stood out, engorged with blood, throbbing to be touched. Her scream filled the nighttime air as she came.
"OOOHHHH, GGGGGGODDD, EEEEWWWWW," the orgasm ripped through her
body. The fingers filled her like never before, but it was the finger that snapped her blood-engorged clit, James' fingers making it swell. She could feel the blood pounding in it when he snapped it like he did to her nipple, but her clit was so much more sensitive. She
flooded his fingers with her cum, James' hands never idle, plunging in and out while his other hand slapped her clit like it was a punching bag. He never allowed her to fully
recover before the sharp pain in her clit sent another orgasm tearing through her body, from her nipples to her anus. Her tiny hole fluttered as it went into a series of
uncontrollable spasms.
It took her long minutes before she finally slumped in the bondage, her legs barely
able to hold her, her skin covered in sweat. His hand dripped her juices, her insides still lovingly clutching on his fingers. But it was her clit that enthralled him. It had swelled to twice its size, a dark red, still throbbing. He would enjoy playing with her clit, the sensitive organ subject to the same tight bondage that her body would be subject to.
James finally let her down from the rope, untying her hands almost too gently after all he had subjected her to. He helped her to her bedroom, putting her into bed and tucking her in, Carrie too exhausted and confused to protest. He left her alone, Carrie falling into the welcome relief of sleep. She awoke in the morning, finding her hand between her legs, her fingers already wet. She had been masturbating before she was even awake. She