1. What the Hell Am I Doing? Ch. 6


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    get your clothes back. If you lose, you still get your clothes back, but I get something more… This will only take five minutes.” I shook my head, knowing I was going to agree to this, but getting angry with myself, and angrier with Juan. “If you screw me over on this, I will find a way to cut your balls off, Juan. So you can’t populate the rest of the Earth with scum like you.” I was beyond angry, but he smiled a sickly-sweet grin. “Dressed like that? Yeah, you’ll be licking my balls, first.” I rolled my eyes again. “Whatever, Juan. What’s the game?” “Simple, you stand in place… and I try and make you cum. If you can resist me for five minutes, then you get your clothes, and everything, and I won’t bother you. If you fail, you are going to suck my cock until I fill your stomach to the brim…” I was so angry, it seemed more than doable, so I agreed. Then he reached for my clothes, actually behind them, and pulled out a set of handcuffs. They looked real enough and I started to back away. “Oh, no, Juan… I’m not doing this with you and me hooked together.” He grunted. “You underestimate my fairness… I will only handcuff your wrists behind you. So you can’t cheat. And I will not use my hands, either.” My sense of dread was building. The clock was ticking, and I was afraid Ben would be wondering where in the hell I was. So I agreed. I turned, placing my hands together behind me, the hem of my caftan floating widely as the soft material swayed with the motion. I heard the ...
    ratchet of the cuffs fasten my wrists together, and it pulled my shoulders back, accentuating my C-cup breasts, my shoulders pulled back to thrust them forward. The silky satin d****d from my shoulders, and my breasts, with two points hanging from my nipples, showing my body. I stood before him, and he knelt in front of me. “Now remember... if you climax, or if your knees buckle, then I win.” He seemed pretty damn sure of himself. My eyes took in the clock on his nightstand. 4:25 AM. The clock was ticking. I stood there, and looked at the clock. Anything to give me something to concentrate on, other than Juan’s attentions. He lifted the hem of my caftan, and stuck his head under it, placing his face so very close to my womanhood. It seemed he would take forever to get started, and then I felt it. He blew softly along my crotch, my landing strip feeling his breath as he focused on my petals and my clit. I was able to hold off any real feelings of pleasure, partly because of my anger, and partly because of my not being able to see him. But the not knowing also held a disadvantage, as it made me nervous. On top of it all, I was already moist, from getting my collar from my car. His breath was hot against my folds, and then I nearly jumped. His tongue probed my labia for my clit. I had a sharp intake of breath, as I looked at the clock. 4:26 am. Four more minutes to go. I stretched my shoulders back against the cuffs, straining them, until I got some ache in my joints. Another ...
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