that, overwhelmed? Had he frightened her? he wondered suddenly when he saw her gaze lower to the front of his shorts and his obvious erection. She opened her lips.
“Maybe in order to get into the spirit of things, you could tell me you were going to do something to me if I didn’t touch myself,” she said.
Chance froze. “Like what?”
He saw the elegant column of her throat convulse as she swallowed.
“Make me take you into my mouth,” she replied softly.
* * *
Her own voice struck her as surreal in the hushed meadow. Had she really just suggested that Chance pretend-threaten to make her suck on his cock? She considered her position—bound naked with her thighs spread wide, masturbating before a near stranger—and realized her latest example of wanton behavior wasn’t that far-fetched.
She studied Chance closely for his response to her suggestion, her heart racing, her exposed pussy tingling with excitement. She
so
needed to touch herself again. His handsome features had gone rigid and solemn.
“You want me to tell you that if you don’t make yourself come for my camera, I’m going to force you to take my cock in your mouth?” he clarified.
She bit at her lower lip and nodded. His sheer incredulity mixing with his flagrantly obvious male arousal both assured her and fueled her unbridled lust.
“I’m not going to tell you that, Sherona.”
“No?” she whispered, her pussy screaming out in protest.
He shook his head slowly, his nostrils flaring. “No, because this is how it’s going to happen: You’re going to keep touching that beautiful little pussy until you scream in pleasure. I’m going to turn off this camera.
Then
you’re going to take my cock in your mouth.”
Her heart slammed against her breastbone like a panicked bird in a cage.
“You know what to do,” he said before he bent to his camera.
She lowered her bound hands, positioning them so that Chance had a clear view of her pussy. Her clit twanged with renewed pleasure when she slid her finger between the fleshy, creamy lips of her outer sex. She bounced her hips subtly against the pressure. Her moan intermingled with the sound of Chance’s camera clicking away, capturing her image . . . her essence.
Either her unusual position or the sheer wantonness of her act was causing a singular excitement to mount in her. The nerves in her pussy were so inflamed, so needy of release, they seemed to be sending signals to all parts of her body. The soles of her bound feet burned in sympathetic excitement with her clit. Her nipples felt prickly, as if the still summer air kissed and licked at them. Her lips even felt overly sensitive, needing to be touched, abraded . . . abused a little. She stared hungrily at the thick ridge pressing against Chance’s shorts.
Her arousal grew so pitched, she began to move her entire arm to stimulate her clit. Since she was bound, both arms moved up and down in a subtle jerking motion as she strained to ignite. She moaned as orgasm loomed, her gaze still glued to Chance’s cock.
“Spread the lips wide,” Chance demanded. “Bare all of that beautiful pussy to me.”
She hardly heard him, she was so hot . . . so aroused . . . her nerves burning for release.
“Spread them, Sherona,” he said in a harsher tone.
She parted her labia with several fingers, but had difficulty keeping the puffy flesh open, she was so wet with her sex juices. She stirred desperately in the crevice, agitating her clit and bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth against the intense friction. Her nipples pinched tight. A gasp rushed past her lips and her eyes widened.
“Aw . . . aw . . . ah . . .” Her cry left her throat like a quavering question. Distantly, she was stunned at the magnitude of pleasure that ripped through her, splitting her apart, cracking through her like a whip. Her body rippled and convulsed, helpless in the grip of the storm of desire that racked her.
A moment later,
“Maybe in order to get into the spirit of things, you could tell me you were going to do something to me if I didn’t touch myself,” she said.
Chance froze. “Like what?”
He saw the elegant column of her throat convulse as she swallowed.
“Make me take you into my mouth,” she replied softly.
* * *
Her own voice struck her as surreal in the hushed meadow. Had she really just suggested that Chance pretend-threaten to make her suck on his cock? She considered her position—bound naked with her thighs spread wide, masturbating before a near stranger—and realized her latest example of wanton behavior wasn’t that far-fetched.
She studied Chance closely for his response to her suggestion, her heart racing, her exposed pussy tingling with excitement. She
so
needed to touch herself again. His handsome features had gone rigid and solemn.
“You want me to tell you that if you don’t make yourself come for my camera, I’m going to force you to take my cock in your mouth?” he clarified.
She bit at her lower lip and nodded. His sheer incredulity mixing with his flagrantly obvious male arousal both assured her and fueled her unbridled lust.
“I’m not going to tell you that, Sherona.”
“No?” she whispered, her pussy screaming out in protest.
He shook his head slowly, his nostrils flaring. “No, because this is how it’s going to happen: You’re going to keep touching that beautiful little pussy until you scream in pleasure. I’m going to turn off this camera.
Then
you’re going to take my cock in your mouth.”
Her heart slammed against her breastbone like a panicked bird in a cage.
“You know what to do,” he said before he bent to his camera.
She lowered her bound hands, positioning them so that Chance had a clear view of her pussy. Her clit twanged with renewed pleasure when she slid her finger between the fleshy, creamy lips of her outer sex. She bounced her hips subtly against the pressure. Her moan intermingled with the sound of Chance’s camera clicking away, capturing her image . . . her essence.
Either her unusual position or the sheer wantonness of her act was causing a singular excitement to mount in her. The nerves in her pussy were so inflamed, so needy of release, they seemed to be sending signals to all parts of her body. The soles of her bound feet burned in sympathetic excitement with her clit. Her nipples felt prickly, as if the still summer air kissed and licked at them. Her lips even felt overly sensitive, needing to be touched, abraded . . . abused a little. She stared hungrily at the thick ridge pressing against Chance’s shorts.
Her arousal grew so pitched, she began to move her entire arm to stimulate her clit. Since she was bound, both arms moved up and down in a subtle jerking motion as she strained to ignite. She moaned as orgasm loomed, her gaze still glued to Chance’s cock.
“Spread the lips wide,” Chance demanded. “Bare all of that beautiful pussy to me.”
She hardly heard him, she was so hot . . . so aroused . . . her nerves burning for release.
“Spread them, Sherona,” he said in a harsher tone.
She parted her labia with several fingers, but had difficulty keeping the puffy flesh open, she was so wet with her sex juices. She stirred desperately in the crevice, agitating her clit and bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth against the intense friction. Her nipples pinched tight. A gasp rushed past her lips and her eyes widened.
“Aw . . . aw . . . ah . . .” Her cry left her throat like a quavering question. Distantly, she was stunned at the magnitude of pleasure that ripped through her, splitting her apart, cracking through her like a whip. Her body rippled and convulsed, helpless in the grip of the storm of desire that racked her.
A moment later,
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