Tied Up Meat

She walked domineeringly around the bed, the click of her heels telling me her boots were stilettos, the crack of her whip telling me I should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut. The low, red light cast her face in shadows, giving her already-menacing portrait an even more threatening appearance. “I’m going to ask you some questions, Danny-boy.” Lucy said softly, “If you answer them right, I’ll be happy. If you answer them wrong, I’ll still be happy, but you won’t be.” She accentuated the last word with a snap of the whip. “I’ll talk!” I squeaked. “And I’ll listen.” Lucy grinned, and laid the whip across my nipples. I looked down, and realized that despite everything, I was sporting a skin-splitting erection. Lucy’s eyes followed mine, and then reconnected, a sparkle in her regard. “Now,” she said softly, her voice like poisoned honey, “where is your sister?” “What?!” I exclaimed, and Lucy wrenched the whip away. The threaded cord seared across my nipples, and I cried out, my hands balling to fists above my shackled wrists. “I believe I was the one asking the questions.” Lucy purred, and trailed her finger softly over the flesh she’d just tortured. Oh… oh, it was good. Too good. Her caress was overly gentle, barely a touch at all, but it prickled the flesh with delightful tingles. “I don’t want to hurt you, Danny-boy.” Lucy said softly, sounding like a concerned mother, “I want to please you, but if you don’t give me what I want, I’m going to have to punish you. Now, where is your sister?” “She’s at the Des Moines Civic Center.” I muttered. Lucy laughed, and by the tone of her laugh, I knew I cumshot just bought myself some pain. “ The Des Moines Civic Center?! ” She sputtered, “Was that the best you could do?” And the whip snapped across my belly again, and again, and again. Each motion was effortlessly casual from her, as though she were swatting a fly, but each snap laid a welt on my flesh that only grew more painful with time. I yelped at the first two, cried out at the third, then bellowed at the last two, my back arching from the bed. Once again, she calmed me with her tender caress, tracing the lines of her abuse with her fingertips, turning pain to pleasure with just a touch. This time, I moaned when she did it, and she looked up at me with a knowing smile. “Just like your mother.” She chuckled. “What?” “You just can’t help yourselves.” “What?” “Say ‘what’ again.” Lucy said huskily, putting a finger to my lips, “Say it one more time, I double-dare you, mother fucker.” “Pulp Fiction?” “I’m gagging a bit of a cinephile.” Lucy smirked, tracing my mouth, “And if spanking you don’t watch out, we’ll be reenacting a certain snuff film I watched the other day.” Lucy propped one foot on the bed, the thick leg bending alluringly, the stiletto heel pushing into the mattress an inch below my testicles. She pivoted her weight on that heel to lean over me, and as the bend of her knee increased, the sole of her boot slowly pushed my throbbing cock against my belly. I was terrified, and I’d never been so turned on in my life. Little spurts blowjob Hardcore of precum shot from my tip and pooled into my navel, and before I knew what I was doing, I was moaning again. “My, my, my, aren’t you a little treat?” Lucy chuckled over me, her bulging cleavage practically spilling from her corset. The other three men followed them in. I got up and went to get several more beers. I happily drank all he had to give and cleaned him before he exited my mouth. She said nothing until she had brewed some coffee and taken a sip. She kissed him hard and speared his mouth with her tongue. He scrambled to the side as a wide fissure split the spot where he'd been standing. "No, that's not what I meant," he stammered. I love watching him sucking your cock.” Up and down cumshot her right hand went and she knelt up and over my aching cock giving herself more leverage to really pound my sweating meat as the pre-cum poured out and ran down over her gripping fingers. Next she kissed gagging below her ear lobe, driving Dana wild, and she let out a soft moan. The men all sat down as Carole brought over two of the drinks. Mark now sat down nervously on the couch his hands resting in his lap. This time he's holding it closer to the top and pushing even harder. And at this he reaches out and grasps my yoke, twisting and raising it, easily using it as a lever to force my back into an arch that pushes out my chest. Hardcore “Damn, kumquat. I take out my tongue and lick his shaft, tasting him again as my fingers slowly wraps around his cock, stroking him up and down with my sexy eyes meets him. I replied . 27-year-old Ryan Davies dis-latched his hand from his hairy cock when he heard his phone ring. She waited while Natalie awkwardly positioned herself. “So, do you want me to fuck that hot little pussy?” He said with a wide, knowing grin. I think spanking to myself that these guys are doing a great job stocking the house for the ladies. His asshole was becoming so willing, it went in so easy and faster this time, but still felt as fucking tight as ever. I... Sue--------Yes, I knew. “Remember how you licked my penis?” he said. "I am not in the mood for a pet bitch running around my quarters and neither are you Alex." I had to hand it to Elise, she definitely worked hard. She didn't have to be, though Zanyia talked her into it. I start blowjob crying from laughing so hard and walk out of the room. On my best days of my younger years in my best shape or on drugs that made me feel like a porn star, I have never came remotely close to delivering a pussy assault like he does.