"OOOOOHHHH GGGGAAAWWWDD," she cried out as she was on all fours and felt the cock she loved the best filling up her more-than-abused-this weekend pussy. Nothing felt better in her than his big, hard perfect dick. She could never get enough of his fucking. She wanted to cum just feeling him enter her. It was not just the size of his monster stiffy that made her feel so good, it was also the fact that he knew her body well and made her feel like a woman inside of as well as outside of the bed. Unfortunately, her "normal" life didn't afford her that luxury very often.
In return, she had decided he could do anything to her he wanted as far as fantasies went. All he had to do was ask or initiate it. She trusted him that much and life was too short not to feel this good as often as the situation presented itself. She would never play any of these games with anyone else, hell she would never even tell anyone else she had such hardcore fantasies if her life depended on it. But with him it seemed very easy to be so open, natural almost.
She even gave up on wanting to have sex with other men. It was a waste of her time; no one could ever made her feel as good as he did. Not to mention it was not worth the risk of disease or meeting someone crazy. She was attractive, smart, fun, and could probably have anyone she wanted but as much as it fucked her up, she just wasn't interested. She would rather just masturbate and wait for the good stuff. The thought had entered her mind to get a girlfriend to keep her company when he wasn't around though. He even suggested that once. She just wasn't sure yet. But it would be kind of nice to have adult companionship every once in awhile.
When they were together they easily got lost in each other both sexually and non-sexually. They could talk about everything and nothing for hours on end. They were both very guarded, very strong personalities, but when together it worked out very well. In bed they were so much in sync and would do just about anything to make the other feel incredible. It turned each of them on immensely to make the other feel good and they both worked hard at it.
"OOOOOHHHHH YYYEEEZZZZZ FFFFUUUCK MEEEEEE," she cried out as his rock hard cock sank so deep in her she felt a jolt of nerves shoot to her belly button.
His wood violated her wet pussy with a thirst like it hadn't been there several times over the last two days. Her pussy walls screamed with excitement at the feeling of their best friend rushing past them in and out, over and over, stretching them out to perfection. She was pretty sore and a bit swollen from the weekend of marathon fantasy fucking. The soreness, however, made it feel even better.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her in closer as he thrust deeper in her. With every forceful jab of his hard cock her back sloped down and her ass rose up to him seeming to invite him in, begging almost.
He reached a hand around and put his index finger in her mouth knowing she would suck on it. When she got it good and wet he removed it and stuck it her ass as he reached around with the other hand and started vigorously rubbing her clit.
"OOOOHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKKK YYYEESSSSSSS!" she cried out as she threw her head back making her long, tangled brunette mane spill across her back Her hips started grinding every which way. Each movement brought a new, yummy feeling that was bringing her very close, very quickly to exploding.
"OH BABY," she breathlessly panted out, "DON'T STOP PLLLEEEAAAZZZ I AM GOING TO CUUUMMM ALL OVER YOUR COCK."
Suddenly she couldn't move and her feelings of ecstasy were abruptly gone except for a tiny thumping in her clit. .
"Oh my God I am having a stroke," she thought to herself in a panic for a second before dispelling that notion.
"Where am I and what is wrong with me?" She desperately wondered silently trying to shake of the fuzziness of slumber, her mind and heart racing.
She tried to open her eyes only to realize she was blindfolded. She tried to speak but nothing intelligible came out. Something had been placed in her mouth that opened it, stretched it out and was tied to the back of her head. She thought she must be on the end of the bed because her feet were on the floor with her legs spread so far apart she could feel the burn in her inner thighs. She felt something soft against her ankles immobilizing her feet. She felt something stretched tightly over her abdomen keeping her pinned to the mattress.
Her arms were stretched tight together above her head in what she knew was handcuffs, but she couldn't budge them. She could only move her fingers. She moved them around enough to feel a chain attached to the cuffs. The more she tried to move her hands around the more the chain pulled on the cuffs hurting her wrists.
"What is going on?" she thought, as she awoke fully and realized being fucked doggie style by him was all a very wet dream, as evidenced by the moisture she felt in her cunt. She was a bit embarrassed wondering if she had been yelling out and writhing around like she had been in her dream.
It was their last morning together she was obviously it for it again. It was not surprising that she slept through the binding, gagging and blind folding; they had played really hard this weekend. She was exhausted. She was also a little irritated at him. She really wanted to wake to him snuggled up next to her and being sweet because they had to part ways at check out time.
"Are you awake finally?" he said with a laugh.
Not amused, she nodded her head as she felt something flat but bendable start stroking her.
It moved from her neck down her right side, over her rib cage, tickling the side of her waist and then gliding back up to her neck on the same path before moving to the other side. Its touch was light and sensual. It tickled a bit but mostly just woke up every nerve it touched along the way. It felt really good to be touched light like this.
"Ok," she thought to herself, "maybe this wasn't a bad way to wake up."
Her clit started to tingle again up as it started circling her breasts then outlined her areolas before lightly touching her now erect nipples. Then...
CRACK! CRACK!
"AAAAWWWWWWWWW" she howled through the gag and jerked as she felt it produce a sharp sting on each nipple. She was totally caught off guard. IT was the riding crop.
He guided the crop lightly over each nipple again and took away the pain before running the crop down her cleavage and stomach. Her stomach involuntarily spasmed as the crop touched her gracefully. It stopped just short of her hood.
"MMmmmmmmmmm," she groaned as she wished it would continue to her swelling clit.
She tried to jump as she felt the crop grazing her inner right thigh moving slowly over the side of her knee and calf to the arch of her foot and back up, ignoring her pussy entirely and then doing the same to the other side. She was on the verge of an orgasm just from the teasing and light touch. Her ass dug into the bed as she felt the urge to feel him inside her. She had to have something inside her right now.
"ROOM SERVICE," she heard a voice say as she heard a knock at the door. Her head snapped around to the direction of the door.
"Come on in," he said while she listened intently to try to figure out what would happen next as she heard the male voice enter and the clanking of dishes.
"NNNOOOOOO!" she screamed out with so much force spit flew out of her gagged mouth. She was spread out like mayonnaise on a sandwich! No one had ever seen her bound and submissive but him. Panic and fear hit her like a semi. She could barely breath.
"How could he do this to me?" she thought as she strained against her binds.
Anger at him was replacing her panic and fear. He knew damn well she would never do a three way with another man and him. The thought did not turn her on in the least. She could not believe he was going to make her do this.
"Where would you like your breakfast, Sir?" Carl from Room Service asked as she heard his voice getting closer.
Carl had worked at The Hotel Ravish since it had opened and was quite accustomed to what he may walk into a room seeing. He was not surprised at seeing anything. Once he even delivered two 'House Salads' to a room where a gentleman had two lovely ladies on all fours on the bed, one wrist handcuffed to each other, the outer hand of each lady cuffed to the bed post, the sides of their asses touching against one another. Their beautiful fuck holes waiting for their 'salads'. At The Hotel Ravish a 'House Salad' was oil and dressing on the side, one large whole cucumber and two nice size carrots.
Carl had always been an over achiever of sorts. Although he barely stood at five feet ten inches he was almost an athletic legend in high school. He had a young, outgoing personality, but yet managed to maintain an air of professionalism way beyond his years. Carl found this job very entertaining and worked hard to cater to the hotel clients in whichever manner they requested. He was going to really miss it in two years when he graduated from law school. But for now, the hours were great and the money was even better.
"Go ahead and put it over there, please." He said as he pointed to the desk and grabbed his wallet to tip the hard working kid.
"Thank you Sir. Will there be anything else?" Carl asked.
He was really unsure if he should go farther with this, but finally decided to go for it. She would be really mad about this he thought, but he was going to try it, it may be his last chance to ever do this.
"I want those," he said pointing to the three sausage links on the plate, "in there!" He said pointing to her scared snatch.
"PPPLLLLEEEEEZZZ NNNOOOOO," she tried to exclaim as she violently protested and tried to break the chains that had her securely bound to the bed. She couldn't see what he was doing, but it did not sound good. It sounded like he was asking another man to touch her. The chained cuffs dug deep in her wrists as she tried to escape her perfectly secured bonds. Drool ran down her chin and tears started streaming down her beautiful face.
"But I don't want you to touch her. You only touch the sausage and slide it in. Not even a graze on her. Do you understand?" he said totally in control of the situation. When he meant business, it was hard for anyone, male or female, to not pay attention.
"I understand fully Sir." Carl replied.
