1. Crema - Take Me Like Your Coffee 5


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: TakeMeLikeYourCoffee, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    floor, his black, thick-rimmed glasses lying down in a coffee puddle that he had been intending to wipe off all day. Well, so much for cleaning. “What the fuck?” he muttered, instinctively wondering what to do. Should he scream for help? Or is it better to keep quiet and do what he’s told? Maybe they have a gun? “You stuck your cock in my coffee, you fucking asshole.” Of course, it was her. Relief washed over him. She’s not going to kill him, nice ladies like her don’t kill. Before he finished the thought, he felt her cold fingers tying rope around his hands and later his feet. Ray screamed, to which the lady replied by spanking him on the arse. “Now, now,” she said slowly and softly, as if she was speaking to a dimwitted child. “If you’re a good boy and don’t scream, I won’t gag you. Will you be a good boy and shut up?” “Yes,” Ray nodded, feeling sweat trickling down his face. The girl blindfolded him and rolled him over so that he lay on his back, cake crumbs from the floor digging into his shoulder blades. He obeyed her and kept silent. “Good boy,” she slapped him on the face. His skin throbbed with pain but his cock started throbbing with desire. The lady noticed it immediately. Cursed skinny jeans. “Aren’t we a little masochistic fucker?” she asked, slapping him much harder. This is going to leave a mark, he thought. A beautiful red mark. In the meantime, she lost interest in his face and began to take off his trousers. It took a lot of work ...
    and not only because they were so tight. Ray decided to play hard to get and was wiggling wildly. “Stop. Moving. You. Dick,” ordered the lady in a calm, collected voice. To make sure he would listen, she dug her long fingernails into his flesh and scratched him from hips to knees. His skin burned and Ray obediently stopped moving. The trousers were soon at his tied up ankles, his cock exposed to cold evening air. It didn’t matter though as nothing could stop his rock-hard erection. “Stop grinning, fuckwit. Or I’ll believe you’re enjoying this.” She rolled him over again and then Ray felt her finger pressing around his hole. Fuck, he thought. He wanted her inside him as badly as he needed his coffee every morning. Finally, the finger went in, pushing further and further. Beautiful, beautiful pain was all Ray could feel at that moment. He couldn’t take it any longer. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me.” The lady withdrew her finger and snorted. “What’s the magic word?” “Please.” Tears started rolling down his face, onto the floor. He had never wanted to be fucked so badly. His cock ached with desire. “Well, fuck you.” Ray heard the noise of a slamming door and muffled footsteps as the lady was leaving. Soon he was all alone. They would find him in the morning, all tied up, with his trousers down and bruises on his body. He would be shamed and humiliated. But Ray didn’t give a single fuck about the humiliation. All he cared for was to meet the lady again.
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