Sexy Slaves Getting Dirty

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by Taylor Kink


  “You’re damn right I am,” Kristy said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and threatening to poke a hole in my pants.

  As good as it felt to have her touching my cock, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “I’ll take care of myself in a little while. But for now I’m going to mess with you a little while longer.”

  “If you insist,” she said.

  Without saying anything further, I pulled off my belt and gripped it in my right hand. As Kristy smiled knowingly at me, I spun her around so she was facing the wall, then grabbed one of her arms and yanked it behind her back. I did the same to her other arm, crossing her wrists over one another.

  Holding her arms together with my left hand, I wrapped my belt around her wrists until they were bound tight, then tied it off using the buckle, handcuffing her arms behind her back.

  Now that Kristy’s arms were incapacitated, I reached down around and pulled her skirt down until the waist was around her thighs. Now that her ass was freed up, I stopped pulling the skirt down, trapping her legs too, basically leaving her helpless.

  “This is a nice little twist,” Kristy said. “I didn’t know you had this level of imagination.”

  “There’s quite a bit about me that you don’t know,” I said.

  “Apparently there is,” she replied.

  I loved how she kept up the banter, even with all that was going on. It made things more comfortable and therefore more fun. It was just one of the many reasons why I called her when I was in the mood for this sort of thing.

  Once our little conversation was over, I pressed my hips up against her, my cock—which was still trapped in my pants—pushing against her amazingly tight ass.

  I ran my hand around her hips and rubbed my fingers against her pussy for a few seconds before slipping them inside her snatch. She was soaking wet down there and they slid in without a hint of resistance.

  “You really like getting smacked around like that, don’t you?” I said. “You’re wet as hell.”

  “I told you before I fucking love it,” Kristy said.

  “You certainly do,” I said, hammering my fingers up into her with as much force as I could muster to help slam the point home.

  Kristy let out a little yelp.

  “Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I?” I asked.

  “A little bit,” she admitted.

  “Apparently I’m not quite as predictable as you’d thought.”

  “Apparently not.”

  My cock was harder than ever, but unfortunately still in my pants. I was tempted to yank it out but I know I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from sticking it in her. And once that happened I’d be that much closer to cumming, which I was trying to hold out on for as long as possible.

  To help take my mind off my cock, I slid a third finger inside Kristy’s pussy. She tried to bite down on her gasp of pleasure but wasn’t quick enough. It was good to know that she was still enjoying herself.

  Moving my hand quickly in and out of Kristy’s pussy, I finger-fucked her with more than a hint of aggression while she moaned and squirmed beneath me.

  Every sound Kristy made inspired me to bang her with more force, which meant pretty soon I was hammering my fingers inside her with everything I had. And then, once she started to get comfortable with three of fingers inside her, I forced my pinky in there too, making it four fingers total.

  Kristy reacted to this with a low, guttural moan and a series of high-pitched yelps.

  “Shut your mouth,” I said, mostly just to see if I could catch her off guard. “I don’t want to hear you make a sound.”

  When she continued moaning, I covered her mouth with my free hand while continuing to slam all four of my fingers into her pussy.

  A short time later, I switched it up again, this time releasing her mouth and gripping her around the throat. Feeling power at Kristy’s helplessness, I squeezed tighter, choking her while still banging away with fingers just as intensely as before.

  Unable get any air into her lungs, Kristy quickly started to fade. Her face was losing color and her legs were starting to weaken. But despite her body reacting to the lack of oxygen, her pussy was wetter than ever.

  I released her throat a few seconds later. Her chest heaved as her body once again drew air. Her face regained its color and her eyes reopened, wider and filled with more excitement than ever.

  Kristy’s brush with unconsciousness appeared to have heightened her sensitivity, as an orgasm washed over her almost immediately. And then, right after it passed, she tried desperately to squirm out of my grip, shifting her lower body in an attempt to pull away my fingers out of her pussy.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I said, shifting my body along with hers. It was easy controlling her due to the constraints on her legs and arms. “There’s no trying to get away from me.”

  But she didn’t stop, twisting her body some more in an attempt to escape.

  “Come on,” I said, laughing at her hopeless plight. “I thought you said you could handle anything.”

  Kristy didn’t answer but she continued trying to force my fingers out of her pussy. But all she managed to do was turn herself around, putting her ass against the wall, which didn’t help her at all. In fact, it made things worse for her, as it gave me even more leverage to work with. I easily kept my fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, and even managed to continue banging her as she tried to squirm free.

  Kristy dropped her butt down onto the carpet, but I was prepared for that maneuver too, and dropped down right alongside her.

  “I told you to stop trying to get away,” I said. “Now I’m going to make you pay for not listening to me.” I then started finger-fucking her even more aggressively to punish her for trying to escape.

  Tears were pouring down Kristy’s face but her eyes painted a different picture. They were wide open and filled with ecstasy.

  “Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!” Although the words said one thing, her tone said another. It was filled with pleasure, not pain.

  “I thought you said you could handle whatever I could dish out,” I said, still not quitting even though my forearm was starting to burn.

  “Not this,” Kristy said, practically hyperventilating now. I was amazed she could still form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too . . . too good.”

  “Too good? You want me to stop because it feels too good?”

  “Yes!” she cried, her body shimmying as another orgasm ran through her system.

  “You know how crazy that sounds, right?” I asked, still hammering away at her pussy with my fingers.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “But it has to stop. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!”

  I considered her offer for a moment, but ultimately said, “Nah. Sorry. I’m enjoying myself too much right now.”

  Kristy’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low guttural moan.

  Laughing out loud, totally getting off on the power I had over Kristy, I banged away at her pussy with all of my fingers for another full minute before finally yanking my fingers out of her snatch.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Kristy said as she caught her breath. “I never would have guessed that pure pleasure could be so intense.”

  “Yeah, it’s kind of strange huh,” I said. “You can handle all sorts of pain but you don’t have that high of a pleasure tolerance. I think that says something about you.”

  “You think?” she said sarcastically.

  Smiling at her little quip, I said, “It’s good to see you can recover quickly though. It only took you three seconds to get your attitude back.”

  “Hell, I’m just surprised you were able to make it go away for that long.”

  “Tell me about it,” I said. “Well, back to the fun, eh?”

  “Let’s do it,” Kristy said.

  And just like that, we were back in filth mode. I pushed down on her should
ers and she knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.

  “Open your mouth,” I said.

  Kristy obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.

  I jammed my cock into her mouth and immediately started hammering her with it, giving her the entire thing in long, fast strokes.

  After the third or fourth pump, Kristy’s lips closed around my cock. I immediately pulled it out. Then I gave her a smack on the cheek.

  “Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.

  “No,” Kristy said.

  “That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”

  Kristy nodded but she didn’t look happy about it. But I knew that she really was. She was just playing the part.

  Once that was settled, I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds and loads of saliva escaped from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her. Which meant it was time to take things further.

  “Stick your tongue out,” I said.

  Kristy did as she was told; I could feel her tongue touching my balls as I fucked her face. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping down her cheek, making her mascara run, which was sexy as shit. But there was no hint of distress in her eyes, which was something I wanted to change.

  I continued giving her my entire cock, from tip to base, relentlessly pounding it in and out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.

  The gagging was growing louder with every passing second but I didn’t let up, jamming my cock into her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach before pulling it almost all the way out, only to give it to her again before she could catch her breath.

  This went on for more than thirty seconds before I decided to mix things up. I slammed my cock into her throat one last time and held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.

  “Look at me,” I said as she struggled to deepthroat me.

  Kristy shifted her gaze upward as best she could while keeping my cock in her throat, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes. But still she wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort or distress. So I kept my cock all the way down her throat, holding her head in place with my hands, not letting her move.

  Ten seconds into it, Kristy coughed. Three seconds later she gagged and tried to pull away.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I said, not letting up one bit.

  I knew Kristy wasn’t in any danger. She still had way too much energy to burn. But her body didn’t agree, and she struggled some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still I held her head in place and my cock deep in her throat.

  After a few more seconds, she gagged again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that I could feel all the way down to my balls.

  Kristy was panicking now, her head shaking from side to side and her muscles straining, but because of her bonds she didn’t have enough leverage to escape the situation.

  It wasn’t until Kristy’s protestations become weaker that I finally eased up on the pressure and let go of her hair.

  Her head immediately snapped back and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva was dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, making a mess of her makeup. She coughed and hacked and let her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.

  Before Kristy could fully recover, I stood up and led her over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a little whoop of surprise as I spun her until she was upside-down on the couch with her feet draped over the back. Her head was hanging upside-down, just off the cushions, the top of her head almost touching the floor.

  “Something new, huh?” Kristy said, her voice more raw and less composed than before. It was good to know that I was getting to her, at least a little.

  “Sort of,” I replied. “A new position but the same old thing, at least for a couple more minutes.”

  “Bring it on,” she said.

  “Oh, I intend to,” I said as I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her and stuck my cock in her open mouth once again. With my hands on her tits for leverage, I proceeded to fuck her face, giving her my entire cock right from the beginning, slamming it into her mouth, my balls slapping up against her forehead at the end of every thrust.

  Kristy was making loud gagging sounds beneath me but wasn’t struggling to get away. In fact, she reached her hands around my waist and was pulling me towards her with every thrust.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Take that cock. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth.”

  I slid one of my hands down her stomach and slipped three fingers into her pussy and started banging away while continuing to fuck her face. Kristy’s legs quivered and the sloppy, moaning sounds coming from her mouth got more intense.

  I continued pumping her mouth, moving in and out at a regular, consistent pace, not too quick, not too slow, but giving her my entire cock every time.

  The upside-down face-fucking caused Kristy to produce buckets of saliva. It dripped down her face, got into her nose, covered her forehead, lodged in her hair. And my cock was a wet, sloppy, disgustingly awesome mess.

  After slamming my cock into her one last time, I pulled my hips back, extracting my cock from her mouth. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and stood up.

  I reached out grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and lifted them up, pulling her upper body further up on the couch until the back of her head was lying on the seat cushion instead of hanging off.

  I quickly turned around so I was facing the same direction as she was, then dropped onto the couch, one knee on each side of her head. I was straddling Kristy’s face, my ballsack hovering directly above her mouth. Her head was framed by my legs.

  “Open up,” I said.

  Kristy opened her mouth.

  “Wider,” I said.

  Smiling, she did as she’d been instructed.

  “That’s better,” I said as I proceeded to drop my balls into her mouth. “Now suck on them.”

  A moan of pleasure escaped from my throat as Kristy went to work on my balls. I pressed my cock down against her face, rubbing it on her cheeks, rolling it over her nose, transferring the saliva from my cock onto her face, leaving it a glistening, sloppy mess.

  “Are you still enjoying yourself?” I asked, looking down at her.

  Kristy nodded. Her eyes were gleaming, full of anticipation.

  “I’m sure you are,” I said. “But not as much as I’m going to be in a minute.”

  Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she continued sucking on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Do you like that?” I asked. “Do you like having my balls in your mouth?”

  Kristy said something that sounded like yes but it was hard to tell with her mouth so full.

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” I said.

  I pulled my balls out of Kristy’s mouth and replaced them with my cock, shoving it down her throat and holding it there for a couple of seconds before pulling it back out and slipping my balls back into it again.

  I did this until I’d had enough of Kristy sucking on my balls, then I stood up and turned around as though I was going to take a seat on the couch, but instead of plopping down on one of the cushions I spread my legs and dropped my ass directly onto her face.

  Squatting over her with one hand on the armrest and the other jerking myself off, I rubbed my asshole up and down Kristy’s face, riding her nose and mouth with my crack, forcing her to taste my ass.


  “Tongue out,” I said. “And keep it there.”

  She obliged.

  “Good girl,” I said, riding her tongue with my asshole, keeping enough pressure on Kristy’s face that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.

  I grudgingly relinquished the hold on my cock and leaned forward so I could play with Kristy’s tits. I grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switching over to the other. I pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from her.

  Laughing softly, I pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed my fingers together with the nipple still between them. It was hard as stone beneath my fingers. Kristy let out a moan and squirmed beneath me but I dropped my ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.

  When I finally climbed off Kristy’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she looked like she was beat, her wide smile told a different story.

  “I still haven’t even approached your limits yet, have I?”

  Kristy shook her head. “The depths of my depravity are virtually unlimited,” she said.

  I laughed. “It sure seems like it. But I’m going to get back to mining them a bit.. I’ve got a little bit of steam left in me before I shoot my load.”

  “By all means,” Kristy said. “Let’s get back to the task at hand.”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.”

  Smiling wickedly, I roughly pulled her off the couch and onto her feet. After spinning her around so her back was to me, I undid the belt holding her arms together, freeing them up for the first time in a while.

  “Hands and knees,” I said.

  She dropped down. Her back was arched, ass sticking up in the air, shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs were pressed together, still trapped by the skirt around her thighs.

  I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. My legs were just outside hers and my cock was lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settled my cock in between them then pressed her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.

 

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