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Stifling by SITTING

Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

burning, unforgiving rhythm, so intent on his task he didn’t remind me to count. Something in the back of my mind kept up though and every time the force jarred from his hand through my body, the count was millimetres from my lips. He didn’t pause to let me catch my breath. He spanked me until I was sure there’d be not only bruises but permanent imprints in the tight swell of my ass. He stopped for a millisecond, breathing hard and then his hand slapped against my snatch. It felt sublime. I moaned, pushing towards him and he jammed his fingers against me hard, finding my clit and rubbing it. His other hand travelled up my body, grasping at my breasts before he slid his fingers into my panting mouth. I sucked on them instinctively and he inhaled appreciatively, circling my clit with his thumb and bringing me desperately close to the edge. “You wanna come?” he taunted breathlessly. “You want me to make you come?” I moaned around his fingers and he pressed against me hard with his thumb. I was so sure it was about to happen, so ready for the release, my toes curled, my palms flat against the window. And then he pulled away. My mouth fell open, releasing his fingers. His hands found my tits, fingers digging into soft, firm flesh and his breathing was heavy in my ear. “You gotta stop getting ahead of yourself,” he murmured. “Learn some self-control.” I sucked in warm air and whimpered as he twisted my nipples painfully. “I can see us working out,” he said, his cock pressing ... against my ass again. “Can you?” “I...” “You wanna be my bitch?” In any other situation, I would have laughed. But Robbie’s thick, hard cock was there, so close, and even the pain felt good. I was so wet; I could hear my snatch every time I shifted. All I could do was moan. “Say it,” Robbie encouraged. “Tell me you want it. You want to play. You want me to tie you up and fuck you and leave you alone and treat you like a whore. Say it, Ivy.” He let go of my tits, tugging my hair so my head was pulled back and he could suck a path along my neck. His other hand went south again, scraping down the flat of my stomach before slapping wetly against my snatch. “So fucking wet,” he breathed. “I’d do things you never even dreamed of. You thought I was a good guy? What did you think I was into?” “I don’t know,” I gasped. “Normal stuff. Kissing. Missionary.” Robbie didn’t even laugh. His grip on my hair tightened. “You want it like this? You like being dirty? Rope and gags and helplessness? You wanna be covered in my spunk? You like the idea of that?” “I love it,” I admitted. “Please, Robbie. I just want you to fuck me.” His cock was heavy against my ass. Everything hurt. I’d been in the same position for longer than my body was used to and something in me was trembling. My face was flushed with sweat and I felt it everywhere, all the way down to my feet. It was so stiflingly hot. “Robbie?” His cock was pushing against me. “Uh-huh?” “Can I open the window? Please?” He laughed then, a soft, low ...