1. A Woman Too Far


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: WannabeWordsmith, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    watch, it was nothing compared with what she did next. True to her word, she sank in front of him, extended her tongue and collected his seed, drawing vertical lines with her fluttering tongue, hungrily collecting every drop, eyes alive. He could see it all puddling in her mouth when she stood, before taking a pace towards Jules and kissing her deeply. It was insanely hot to watch the pair sharing his come like it was some milky prize. They made a real show of it, dribbling from the corners of mouths, lancing sperm-covered tongues into one another as smeared lips crushed and hands roamed. The energy the two of them still exhibited was beyond belief. Jules broke the kiss and came to him, lowering herself against his softening prick and gyrating wetness back and forth. She leant forward and kissed him, traces of his salty residue more than apparent. Groaning, she trailed slimy kisses from there across his cheek to his ear, blew gently in it then nibbled, her breath dancing with each of the three words. "You lose, dickhead." She stood sharply, flashing, dangerous. "You were meant to come in me . And after all that effort I put in, all I got was sloppy seconds. Now… now you'll fucking pay." Ryan's heart sank even before she strode away and fetched the chair that he guessed would become his prison. He was right. She placed the chair alongside the bed, came back for him and sat him in it, cold and hard in comparison, the straight back digging into his spine, his knees against the ...
    overhanging duvet. Then she crawled sexily onto the bed in front of him, wiggling her flawless butt, turned over and extended her lingerie-covered toes, tracing them along his thighs to his flaccid prick, rubbing them all over. Ryan inhaled. Had never wanted to become hard again so quickly in his life, but just couldn't. Jules worked her feet over him, the smooth surface like nylon whispers against his sensitive skin. She increased the pressure, massaging the balls of her feet around the circumcised head, catching the shaft between her feet and slithering them up and down, wanking him as effortlessly as any girl had ever done with her hands. And he'd had a few in his time. He tipped his head back, suddenly realising Emily was behind him. She looped her arm around his neck in a chokehold and held him steady. He struggled a little until Jules increased the pressure of her feet, squashing his balls against the cool wood of the chair. She withdrew, swung onto her knees and crawled forward, bringing her face within millimetres of his twitching member. Ryan jumped when she ran her tongue along it. Doubly when she sucked the tip into her hot mouth. But not for long enough. She glided to the end of the bed and dismounted, crossed the room again and returned, this time with two silk scarves. "Hands behind you." Ryan didn't have any choice. Emily tightened her grip as her weight shifted to allow Jules in. The brunette grabbed his right arm, brought it over the back of the chair and tied ...
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