She rapidly threaded the legs of the pantyhose around Gabriela’s tiny waist, the woman gasping encouragement, her breath coming hot and humid in Melissa’s burning face. Melissa knotted the pantyhose legs together and cinched them tight around Gabriela’s middle, the silky fabric digging into the caramel-coloured skin.
Gabriela groaned, then desperately sought out Melissa’s lips and found them, pressing mouth against mouth.
Melissa just knelt there and took it, her whole body flaming as hot as her face now, Gabriela’s wet lips moving against her lips, tangerine-scented body spray clouding her mind, flooding her good senses, the woman’s intoxicating lips and fiery heat setting Melissa’s head to spinning.
‘Tie up my chest,’ Gabriela breathed, controlling the situation, perhaps just as she had from the beginning. She painted Melissa’s lips with her wet, pink tongue.
Melissa rushed to dig yet another silk stocking out of the drawer, to obey the bound woman’s command. She grabbed a white one this time, then fell to her knees and began wrapping the fine-woven leg garment around Gabriela’s T-shirted chest.
She noticed Gabriela shaking her head. Confused, she gazed up into the glistening pools of the woman’s eyes. Another kiss exploded against her lips, and she knew what to do.
She hurriedly rolled up Gabriela’s tight shirt, up and over the twin swells of her breasts. She stared at the golden apples, the pointing, chocolate nipples, hypnotized by the rapidly rising and falling beauty.
‘Tie up my tits,’ Gabriela said.
She obeyed, tying the stocking around the woman’s bare chest, Gabriela gasping, groaning as the sensuous material covered and caressed her little breasts and restricted her jutting nipples.
Melissa knotted the stocking behind Gabriela, her arms encircling the woman’s body and their mouths meeting, tongues flashing together. Melissa pulled back and was bedazzled by the stunning contrast between the soft, snow-white fabric of the stocking and the burnt-sugar rigidity of Gabriela’s nipples.
‘Suck my tits,’ Gabriela ordered.
Helpless now, Melissa bobbed her blonde head down and captured a silken bud in her mouth, sucked on it. Gabriela arched against her bonds, pretty head tilted back in exquisite despair. Melissa looked up at the straining woman. Her baby-blue eyes were wide with ecstasy. Earnestly she sucked on a rubbery, stocking-sheathed nipple, then released it leaving it slick and shiny. Moved to the other, engulfing it with her warm, wet mouth.
Gabriela’s yelp of joy reverberated all through Melissa, the two women connecting on a level Melissa had never experienced, never even really considered, before. She cupped Gabriela’s wrapped breasts and licked the stiff, gauzed nipples, tugged on them with her lips, soaking them and the woman and clotting the stocking with her ardor. And when she sunk her teeth into a buzzing bud, she felt Gabriela shiver with pleasure, felt the woman’s fingers dig into her blonde locks.
Melissa jerked her head back. ‘Hey! How’d you…’
Gabriela smiled, wagging her once-again free hands in front of the girl’s astonished face. Then she said, ‘I’ll show you how to really tie up a woman.’ She easily untied the pantyhose that bound her stomach, the stockings that secured her ankles. Leaving the saliva-slick stocking around her chest, she jumped up and grabbed Melissa’s hand.
‘Um, I’m not really sure I want to be…tied up,’ Melissa said hesitantly, the spell temporarily broken like Gabriela’s bonds. ‘Because, well, um, I don’t, you know, really know you…that well.’
‘Think I’m going to steal the place clean while you’re tied up, huh?’ Gabriela wasn’t smiling anymore.
‘No, I –’
Gabriela jerked the girl to her toes in a half-nelson and steered the protesting blonde into the bathroom that ran off the bedroom. She racked the ducky-spotted shower curtain to one side and shoved her into the tub.
Melissa stumbled over the lip, and Gabriela spun her around and lashed her wrists to the shower curtain rod with the same stockings used to tie her down. Only the knots were much tighter, became tighter still with struggle. In the blink of an eye and bead of a pussy, Melissa was bound to the curtain railing, arms outstretched wide apart over her head.
She fought against the bonds, rattling the rod.
Gabriela jumped up onto the enamel edge of the tub, grabbed the girl and kissed her, mashing mouth against mouth, drowning out objections. She tore Melissa’s tank-top down the centre, fully exposing the girl’s chest.
Melissa hung her head, cowed by Gabriela’s strength, the woman’s flashing eyes and fearsome sexual hunger. Gabriela licked her lips and unhooked Melissa’s bra at the back, leaving the bound girl’s pale, pink-tipped breasts hanging out and heaving in the open. She touched the soft, smooth flesh of a rounded breast and Melissa gasped, the shower curtain rod shaking in rhythm with the rest of her.
Gabriela jumped down off the tub and stripped off her own clothes, everything, except for the Melissa-wetted stocking around her breasts. Her body blazed bronze under the bright lights, pussy shaven clean, lips shining and dewy. Leaping back up onto the tub she clasped Melissa’s creamy-white body against her own brown one, melding their heated breasts together, her tongue swimming inside Melissa’s mouth and thrashing about.
Melissa excitedly entangled her tongue with Gabriela’s, desperately tried to wrap her arms around the woman’s pulsing body but couldn’t. She rattled the rod in frustration.
Gabriela pulled her head and one arm back and touched a finger to Melissa’s vulnerable rib cage. Melissa shuddered, the fingertip travelling light and infuriating over her electrified skin, up and into her open armpit, teasing and tickling. The finger looped back down again, over Melissa’s tingling breast. She closed her eyes and savoured the sensation, the raw, sensual feel of the soft, balled fingertip brushing her brimming breast. Then she flat-out vibrated when the finger began tracing quick, fiery circles around her puffy aureole.
There were two fingers on Melissa’s breasts now, tantalizing the girl, circling and circling her anguished nipples, tripping over the achingly-erect buds. The fingers trailed down her breasts, her stomach, travelling into her dampened shorts and panties and meeting at last at the blonde fur apex of her trembling legs.
Melissa opened her wet eyes and stared into Gabriela’s, hot tears rolling down her cheeks, her breasts and pussy burning like never before. Gabriela licked up the girl’s salty emotion, then yanked her shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. She ran her fingers into Melissa’s moistened fur, over the girl’s slick, swollen pussy lips. Melissa fought with the railing, but it was no good. And oh-so-very-good.
As Gabriela slid two of her fingers into her dripping sex, Melissa hung her head, whimpering and watching, feeling all through her body and soul. Gabriela dug the two slender digits deep into her needful cunt.
‘Oh, God!’ she moaned.
Gabriela frenched and pumped whilst cupping her own brazen pussy and rubbing, polishing her puffed-up button as she finger-fucked the tied-up blonde.
‘I can walk and chew bubblegum at the same time, too,’ she hissed, face contorted with lust.
Melissa quivered with delight as the flying fingers swelled her with sexual electricity, pumping and pumping her full of white-hot joy.
Gabriela bit into Melissa’s lip, her own body shaking, fingers frantically buffing her tingling clit, the pressure building and building and building.
‘Yes! Oh God, yes!’ Melissa shrieked the pussy-pistoning and trussed-up eroticism sending her sailing far beyond her bonds.
Blistered by her own orgasm, Gabriella screamed back, feverishly fingering the both of them to gushing ecstasy.
When the last spasm had finally sounded, Gabriela slowly extracted her sticky fingers from the pair of smouldering pussies. Then she unleashed the violet ribbon from her captive’s hair and looped it around her own wrist, as a reminder, perhaps. She left the gasping girl hanging, quickly dressing and exiting the apartment.
Melissa popped the shower cu
rtain rod out of its bracket at one end and easily slipped her hands off. She smiled – a satisfied, satiated smile – confident that the pussy burglar would one night return to the scene of the crime.
No Surrender
by J. Carron
Rob was sprinting through the trees, long, athletic strides breaking branches. I saw him cross a clearing and disappear back into the cover of the dense foliage. I was running after him now, leaves and twigs slapping against my face as I fought my way through the undergrowth, throwing my aching body forward, snaking between the trees. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was on to him, but I wasn’t going to let him get away, not that easily.
I raced across the clearing and entered the trees at the point where I’d last seen him. A trail of broken branches and flattened grass lay in his wake. He’d been careless, leaving his route of escape so obvious to a pursuer. He was running scared.
My heart was pounding. I knew it was only a matter of time before I confronted him.
My forefinger instinctively coiled around the trigger as I heard a twig snap ahead of me. I stopped running and dropped to my knees, a bushy thicket providing cover. I raised the barrel of the gun and scoped the terrain ahead. My breathing was fast and shallow. My heart was reverberating in my chest.
Then I saw him. He was crouching by a tree, frantically reloading his gun. Behind him and to both sides, steep cliffs rose up from the forest floor. We were in a quarry and there was nowhere left for him to run. I tried desperately not to make a sound.
I crept forward, the barrel of my gun trained on Rob, my forefinger itching to pull the trigger. The trees blocked a clear shot and I needed to get closer. I could see his gaze darting around the forest as mentally he formulated a plan of escape. I started to close in on him, inching my way cautiously forward.
All of a sudden he made a break for it, leaping up and bounding through the scrub. I let off a shot but it missed, hitting a tree just ahead of Rob. He saw the impact; it forced him to alter his course, sending him back into the quarry. I gave chase; cutting off all his exits, pushing him deeper into the quarry until, at last, there was nowhere for him to run.
He stopped dead in his tracks, ahead of him a solid wall of rock. I lifted my gun and aimed the barrel at his back.
‘Throw down your weapon!’ I ordered.
Rob paused momentarily, his right hand still firmly wrapped around his rifle.
‘I’ve caught you!’ I shouted, taking a step closer to him.
He relinquished his grasp on the gun and it fell to the ground.
‘Hands up!’
He raised his arms, placing his hands on top of his head.
‘Now turn around! Turn around slowly!’
I took another couple of steps towards Rob as he swivelled to face me.
‘I guess you’ve got me,’ he said sheepishly. ‘How does it feel?’
‘It feels good.’
Adrenalin was coursing through my arteries. My nerve ends were buzzing. Here I was, gun in hand, a prisoner under my command. I was suddenly consumed by a heady sensation of power.
‘What are you going to do with me?’ Rob asked.
‘I haven’t decided,’ I teased, stepping right up to him, the barrel of the gun still trained on him.
He was breathing heavily from the chase and his rugged face glistened with perspiration.
‘Maybe I’ll just plug you here,’ I drawled, lining my voice with a trace of Hollywood action movie menace.
‘Don’t expect me to surrender my secrets,’ Rob sniggered.
‘Stop it!’ I barked, trying hard to suppress a giggle too.
But I was finding it hard to resist his impish grin and sparkling eyes and knew it was only a matter of time before I dropped this commanding pretence.
He was a cheeky sod sometimes; that’s why capturing him was all the more satisfying. It was only a corporate game of paint ball, a chance to blast a few colleagues with yellow emulsion and slope off to the pub afterwards. But taking Rob’s scalp was the ultimate prize and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
He was ex-army and had playfully bragged for weeks ahead of the game that no one would take him. I bore the brunt of it as Rob and I have been going out together for the last couple of months. Now, in the heat of war, he was no longer my boyfriend, he was my prisoner, to do as I saw fit.
‘On your knees!’ I ordered, prodding his chest with my gun.
He looked a little taken aback at first, but decided to humour me and obediently dropped to his knees.
‘Don’t look at me!’ I commanded.
He bowed his head submissively and remained completely still as I paced round him, occasionally nudging his arse with the toe of my boot to try and knock him off balance.
‘Let me go,’ he pleaded, entering into the spirit of my little game.
‘Your ass is mine now, boy!’ I bellowed down at him.
‘Let me go,’ he begged. ‘I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go.’
‘You think I’m going to let your sorry little ass go, boy?’
‘Please ma’am,’ he grovelled.
‘You’re not going anywhere you snivelling wretch, not until you’ve surrendered to me.’
‘Never!’ he spat.
With that I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him over. Rob ended up lying sprawled on his back on the grass. I raised my paintball gun again and pointed it at his chest. He wasn’t to know the chamber was empty – my last shot was the one that hit the tree during the chase.
‘No!’ he shouted.
‘I’m not going to shoot you,’ I grinned. ‘Not yet, anyway.’
I stepped across Rob’s prone frame and stood legs spread over his chest, starring down at him.
‘You’re going to do what I say.’
‘Okay, okay,’ he hurriedly agreed.
I had a feeling he was on the verge of sniggering again but one stern look was all it took to make him concentrate on the game again.
I hitched the rifle over my shoulder and, glaring down at him, slowly unbuckled the black leather belt around the waist of my green combat trousers. Rob was paying me his undivided attention. I guessed he’d worked out what I had in mind for him.
Without taking my eyes off him, I hauled the belt out through the hoops and ran the leather slowly between my fingers. Rob flinched.
As he watched, eyes wide, I slowly unbuttoned the trousers, tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and hauled my combats and knickers right down.
I threw my head back and for a blissful moment savoured the gentle stirring born of the cool afternoon air wafting between my legs. Then, without warning, I plunged my body down, knees either side of Rob’s head, wedging his face firmly beneath my exposed mound.
‘Lick me!’ I ordered, shoving my groin against his mouth.
I felt his rough, sweaty face nuzzle my pussy, tentatively at first, his warm breath percolating up between my lips.
‘Come on, lick me good!’ I repeated, this time more forcefully.
Rob’s tongue shot up, splicing my lips apart and burrowing deep into my cunt. The sharp volley was so sudden, so shocking that I raised my eyes to the sky above and cried out.
‘Oh fuck yes!’ I screamed, arching my back in pleasure.
He was working the hot snaking muscle vigorously in and out of me, his mouth clamped tight around my hole, a vortex of pressure building inside me. My juices were pumping but there was nowhere for them to go, nothing for them to do but bubble and boil within the sealed love cavern.
‘Lick me! Lick me!’ I gasped, panting for breath.
His hands were on me now, strong thumbs attacking from both fronts, peeling back my labia, opening me up like a ripe fruit, juice spurting out as his tongue at last receded, flickered back and forth like a live wire, searching out my clitoris. He found it immediately and expertly worked his magic on it, rolling the growing bud back and forth, all the time licking and kissing, smooth and soft, then more briskly.
My bre
athing quickened. I was panting hard now, waves of pleasure coursing through my body as I rode his face. He responded, varying his technique, one thumb inside me now, the other rolling over my clitoris as his hot, hard breath funnelled up into me like a tropical hurricane.
I was losing control, losing control to my prisoner. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t escape. He had to surrender to me completely before I would ever let him go.
Two fingers inside me, a thumb and a jerking tongue, a hand squeezing my buttocks. My body tensed as the pressure within me mounted to the point of no return, my muscles contracting, skin as taut as piano wire, pussy as hot as mustard.
‘Oh fuck!’ I cried out, trembling thighs clamping Rob’s head into my groin, fingers coursing roughly through his matted hair.
‘Oh…oh…fucking hell!’ I yelled as I climaxed long and hard on his face.
I held him there between my legs as the pleasure slowly ebbed away and the muscles in my body eventually relaxed.
‘That wasn’t bad,’ I said when at last I was composed enough to utter a meaningful sentence. ‘But it wasn’t enough to secure your release.’
I raised myself up on wobbling thighs, stood over him once again and tried to look mean. But it was difficult playing the domineering captor when I could feel the cool stickiness of come on my inner thighs.
‘This must be against the Geneva Convention,’ Rob muttered, his lips glistening.
I ignored his comment and barked out my next order.
‘Take my boots off!’
He did as he was told and once I was barefoot I made him place the boots neatly together and then carefully fold up my trousers and pants and place them on top.
‘Now, get back on the ground!’
Obediently he lay down.
‘Undo your trousers, soldier!’ I snapped.
He shook his head.
I hadn’t expected resistance but a sly wink from Rob told me he was merely having a bit of fun.
‘I said, undo your trousers! Now!’
‘What are you going to do if I don’t?’ he replied defiantly.
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