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Wild Riding to Dublin - A Sequel
Date: 1/11/2015, Categories: True Story, Bondage and restriction, Cuckold, Written by women, Author: classicgal, Rating: 53.3, Source: sexstories.com
I struggled to walk with my tight skirt now down round my high heels and while I was concentrating on staying upright he secured my wrists to the kitchen taps. I was aware of him bending down behind me, then suddenly the constriction around my ankles was freed. I glanced down, he’d ripped through my fucking skirt! I started to try to kick at him back and sideways, till he warned me, ‘Keep that up and I’ll tape your legs so wide apart you’ll think you’re doing the fucking splits!’ His hands flew around from behind me, grabbed the lapels of my blouse and ripped the garment apart. Little white buttons flew everywhere. I felt the blade on my shoulders and I froze. Snick, snick and he slashed my bra off. He spoke intimately into my ear, I could feel his body against me. ‘In your story you said you hoped I was missing milking your big firm tits – well, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say, was it?’ He grabbed my breasts and pulled them forward, at the same time kicking my legs apart. ‘Bend over. I want to make sure your arsehole is well cleaned out after milk-bottle cock filled it,’ he said, laughing. My cheek was now pressing against the granite worktop, my arms stretched out along the stone towards the taps. He had bodily pulled me by the waist backwards till both halves of my body were at right angles to one another. He kicked my legs further apart again. I could feel him fumbling behind me, then I felt his cock semi-erect against my inner thigh – but I felt no threat. ...