Charity's Warrior

by Unknown

  Whack!

  This one makes us both call out in pleasure. Justin grunts loudly and it's lost into the night air, but mine is more of a shout that releases me.

  "Fuck me!" I said again, screaming it this time, pushing the limit.

  I want to see how far we can take this, when the excitement will explode, so I lift myself up further above the wall, almost to a stand. My breasts are fully visible to anyone as they bounce under the force of his thrusts. I want to feel him deeper. I lift my left leg up to the tub's edge to open myself for him, and he responds by reaching around and strumming my clit.

  Justin yanks my hair, tugging me closer to his face. His hot mouth touches my ear, flicking his tongue at it, dropping to my sensitive neck. He pulls my clit from its hood and stiffly rubs the pad of his fingertip on it, sending jolts of pleasure through my quivering legs.

  His rock hard cock plunges into me, jabbing my G-spot relentlessly while I shout in ecstasy into the night, not caring if we are being watched. We fuck like this until my legs are threatening to give and I have to stop, unable to hold myself up any longer.

  I collapse into the tub, turning and facing him, trying to catch my breath while he smiles devilishly at me from above. His wet, granite-like body drips down on me.

  Damn it! The sight of him is intoxicating. My warrior parts demand his service.

  There's no warning before he drops and takes a deep breath, disappearing under the water, becoming a blurry shadow in the lights. His mouth went right to my pussy, sucking viciously at my clit. The strength of his mouth pulled it free of its little hood and he licks me as long as he can hold his breath. Twinges of pleasure dart up into my stomach and down through my thighs. I grab the back of his head with both hands, fisting his hair, and crush his face into me, humping and grinding him with my hips.

  I wish I could hold him down longer. I wish desperately, that he could hold his breath a little bit longer. My orgasm teases me, but I know he can't stay there for it.

  When he does come up, he looks like something out of a perfume commercial. The water beads off him, running in streams down his body. His muscles are so defined it's as if I can pluck them off and move them around like interchangeable parts. He's almost gasping for air, but those green eyes lock on me as soon as they open.

  It's his soulful, lustful eyes that capture me and steal my will every time. No one ever looks at me the way he does, as if I give him life.

  Before he can protest, I jump forward and inhale his cock into my mouth, its wet hardness sliding in easily. I grab it all the way down at its base, jerking it as I slurp on it. My moans vibrate on the tight shaft, causing his loudest growl of the night so far.

  He can't resist me for a few minutes, letting me take care of him for a change. Eventually, Justin pulls himself out of my mouth and stands me up in front of him, his chest heaving, and orders me to get out of the hot tub

  "I told you," he says, "I have plans for you tonight."

  He orders me to the couch a few steps away from us. My pulse is a rapid throb of excitement and wonder as we climb out. My head spins from the hot water and lust when I cross the patio, my angry clit wanting attention. As I lay on the couch, Nine Inch Nails wafts out of the speakers singing, "I want to fuck you like an animal."

  So true!

  In true Justin fashion, he lifts several of the cushions up to reveal hidden straps. My pulse bursts, while water droplets bead off my body, and I willingly let him bind up my hands. He pulls them high and tight over my head; exposing my underarms and making me feel extremely vulnerable—and sexy. When he drinks me in with his eyes, I want to cum.

  He moves to the foot rest, his hardness almost painfully swollen and arching toward the stars, and flips it open. It holds a compartment within it, but I am tied so tightly that I can't lift my head far enough to see what's inside.

  Justin rummaged through it for an instant and came up with a long, steel bar with chain links holding padded cuffs on the end. I'd heard of them, but this was the first spreader bar I'd ever actually seen. His eyes are on fire when he turns back to me with it.

  I know by now not to bother pretending I don't want it. I spread my slowly air-drying legs open for him, and he straps the bar to my ankles. There is a chain link in the center of the bar that I didn't understand. Justin heads back to the chest and returns with a long vinyl strap. I hadn't noticed the small hook high up on the wall behind my head until he snapped one end of the strap onto it. He grabs the bar, not gentle in the least, and yanks it and my spread legs up in the air toward the strap.

  I could not be more helpless and exposed—or turned on.

  "Now I have a toy to play with," he says wickedly, referring to me, running his fingers between my legs, through my wet slit.

  I moan loudly, loving the feel of his hot fingers against my cool skin still drying in the air. He pushes a finger in me and tickles my G-spot for a tease. Then he pulls it out and shoves it in his mouth, tasting me from his finger, closing his eyes as he enjoys.

  "You taste like desert, like candy," he says.

  He went back to the chest again, and my impatience explodes, excited to see what would come out of it next. My pulse throbs in my ears.

  He can sense my excitement. "I must have fifteen or twenty things in here dedicated to making you cum," he said. "We're going to find out how many of them you can take in one night."

  My pussy is throbbing and dripping. I try to see what he is getting next, trying to see around my own strung up legs. The smile on his face is maddening and taunting.

  There are a few things in his hands and none of them look familiar. He puts them down next to me so the sight of them will excite me, and it did. The first one he picked up reminded me of a curled snake tongue, shaped like a C with a quarter-sized ball on one end and the forked tongue on the other.

  "What is that?" I ask nervously.

  Justin only smiled.

  "What does it do?" I demanded.

  He put the ball end in his mouth, wetting it, and when he took it out, he squeezed it and the damn thing started buzzing in his fingers. I understand exactly what it is now, and I am certain it is going to kill me with pleasure.

  Justin puts the ball between the folds of my pussy, letting me feel the power of the vibrations and wetting it more in my juices. Then he opens my lips and slides it in me slowly as I cry out.

  The ball sits right on my G-spot while the rest of it hooks around my opening with the forked end surrounding my clitoris. When he lets it go, it stays in place. I cry out and try to control my hips by focusing on his proud face.

  He grabs another of his toys and holds it up for me to see, an oval bubble with straps that I didn't understand at all. Justin came to my head and kneeled, careful not to trap and pull my hair under him. He rubbed his hot cock on my face, and I moved to put it in my mouth. He yanked it away from me and laughed.

  "Beg me!" he said.

  I growled at him desperately, "Put it in my mouth! Let me taste your cock! Let me suck you!"

  He put it on my face again, and as I stretched my tongue toward it, he jerked it away once more. The sight of his own hand wrapped around his magnificent hard-on is too much for me.

  "Give it to me now, damn it!" I screamed. "I want your cock. Put it in my mou—"

  He shoved it in my mouth while I was still talking, producing a mumbled moan that turned him on. I feel his cock swell between my lips and tongue. I rock my head back and forth, sucking him off the best I can in my helpless, immobilized state. Kneeling above me, his entire muscular body looks down at me like the statue of a god while my first orgasm of the night gets ready to erupt.

  He pulls his cock from my mouth and shoves in the rubbery object he was holding, a ball gag. He crammed it in my mouth and strapped it around my head.

  "You'll be better off biting down on that than me," he said, winking.

  He bent and sucked on my nipples. I feel them pull, one at a time, up into his hot mouth, his tongue twisting around
the tips and sending tingles everywhere. Making me moan around the gag and the sound of it is a turn on for us both. I feel his teeth grazing my right nipple, threatening to bite at times, his hands spreading out over my belly and between my thighs. He grabbed the vibrator, still humming away at my pussy, and pulled it out an inch or two and back in again, pressing it into my G-spot. The shockwaves spread from deep inside my heat up to my chest and down my legs while he jerked me off with the toy. Pulling it, pushing it, pulling it again, over and over with my nipple pinched between his lips.

  My muffled cries grow louder.

  Justin moved himself down my body further and put his face between my spread legs. Now he is sucking my clit from between the forked toy and still ramming it inside of me. I need to move now, thrust my hips and I can't, and that is thrilling. I pull against the restraints with no result. My legs try to squeeze shut, uselessly shaking the metal chain links.

  I'm reduced to a trembling, growling mess, biting into the rubber gag. His tongue makes hard circles on the tip of my clit, and I finally explode. Gigantic claps of thunder rupture one after another in between the lightening stabs of his tongue. I scream that I'm cumming but the gag muffles it to incoherent babble. My body turns rigid, arms pulling down, legs straining inward, unable to control any aspect of what's happening. The toy continues to slip into me and I feel like I'm gushing each time he pulls it out, exploding cum all over his hand and the couch.

  Instead of tapering off, the storm escalates, peaking in intensity. I bite the ball gag wickedly and let out a growl that should be heard from the other buildings.

  Don't fucking stop!

  Holy Christ!

  It finally peaks. Rains of relief pound down on me, making me tingle everywhere. Then the thunder slowly dissipated under my cries. He pulls the toy out, but let his mouth continue to suck me, riding my orgasm to its complete, wonderful end.

  When it was over, my breath caught, I thought he would release me, let me take care of him, but instead he got up and returned to his toy chest.

  "What are you doing?" I pant, surprised.

  He ignores me.

  He pulls out what I have to guess is a flogging tool, long strings of leather hanging from its thin handle. If it were anyone else I would be scared, but with Justin I only feel excitement. He won't hurt me, couldn't bare too, so whatever he has planned, it's going to be orgasmic.

  He lets the strings dangle onto my stomach and chest and begins slowly running them up and down my body, covering my face with them, dragging their stiffness across my hard nipples.

  I didn't think he would risk whipping me with it, but then he does. It was light, not enough to make me cry, but enough to sting. He'd whipped my inner left thigh, making it tingle and burn. I also didn't expect the approving sound that came out of my mouth, and the strong, throbbing contraction it made between my legs. Justin whips my other thigh next, and that same sound emerges around the gag.

  Justin is skilled enough to know not to get caught up in the moment and let his excitement cause too much force. We had found my limit, and he holds me right there on the line. He keeps the weight of his hand steady, so that each strike is nothing more than a tingle that begins fading away as quickly as it came. He whips the backs of my legs, behind my knees, and down to my feet. Then he comes up to the top side of my body. It's like electricity on my breasts and the tender underside of my arms, but it makes me acutely aware of every inch of myself. I feel—here!

  Justin gets up and grabs something else that had come from his toy chest, a red and black tube. He squeezes its contents all over me, an oil lubricant, and it makes a chilly tingle when he rubs it into my flesh, enhanced by the sensitivity the flogging left. His strong hands sensually work it in, kneading and massaging every muscle, every sensitive and secret place on my body. He finds little spots, like my sides, that are so sensitive, it's nearly as good as if he is masturbating me again, making me mumble more muffled cries around the gag.

  Once my entire body had been explored and massaged, Justin holds up a thin metal chain, teasing it in front of me. The ends of it looked like flat clothing pins, and before I could protest, he clipped one to my left nipple. Despite my subtle fear, it does not hurt. It has the same pressure I would have used myself. Justin grins, enjoying that he'd scared me as he clips the other side on. It makes me feel incredibly sexy, the silver chain dangling along my body like jewelry. He gives the chain a playful tug that pulls both nipples at once.

  He lets it go and focuses on my pussy, running both hands down the crevasses between my vulva and legs, making sure I am well oiled. Then he carefully runs his fingers on both sides of my labia, gently pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers. One finger stiffly presses my clit as his other hand spreads me open so that my stiffness is exposed from its hood. His finger moves back and forth about a half an inch from the top to the bottom, masturbating me and getting me ready to cum again. His finger travels down and dips into the mouth of my lust, circling a few times around before going lower, tickling the flesh between my openings.

  I am moaning again, turned on at the feel of it, but also at the look of intense pleasure on Justin's handsome face. He is absolutely getting off on playing with me. I can see his cock and it is rock hard, almost purple, and twitching as his muscles spasm. I desperately want to grab it for him, wrap my hands around its hot skin and release his desire, but I can't tell him that.

  Justin pinches my clit with the fingers that were holding me open. His eyes seem wild as he drops his finger lower, gently circling my anus.

  I am still not ready to let him know how much that is turning me on. It’s nothing I had ever wanted to do, but my body is defying me, clenching muscles and trying to thrust my hips. I can tell from his smile that he knows this, and the fucker keeps on going, never penetrating into it, just circling while strumming my clit.

  My entire body still feels the cool tingle of the oil on my flogged skin. Every inch of me feels like sex. It radiates off me. And Justin is my puppet master, the orchestrator of my climaxes, waving his hands and creating magic.

  As if he'd read my mind, Justin moved his fingers away from my clit and drops his face back in—tongue first. His now free hand searches for and finds the chain between my breasts. It was only seconds before muffled shouts began spilling out of me. My body on fire, a finger teasing my ass, my pinched nipples being tugged, and my clit tortured by his mouth—I was not just going to cum, I was going to be a lit rocket ascending into ecstasy.

  I'm doing the only thing I can do, letting it happen, letting him have control and launch me. My moans grow louder with each breath, turning into the only word I can from around the ball in my mouth.

  "Cum!"

  "Cum!"

  "CUM!"

  I feel the edge coming; can practically see it—when Justin stops.

  From a mile away, I hear his voice. "I love your gorgeous face right before you climax."

  The edge quickly backs away from me as I growl in frustration and ecstasy. I continue to growl as I catch my breath, and Justin apparently uses that as his gauge. As soon as I have my breath, he rams his tongue on me and yanks the chain. The pleasure is everywhere at once while he's talented mouth drinks me, lapping up my intimate secrets.

  It was right back on me; spasms bursting from my pussy throughout my body like fireworks had been lit inside. A tidal wave, drawing the surf into itself to build power. The minutes passed and I am hitting the wall again, knowing damn well that Justin is going to stop.

  The primal release begins, and Justin stops.

  He played me like a maestro, conducting my orgasm to ebb and tide, and dance at its peak. Every time it starts, he stops it. Every time he stops it, he starts it again. I have been cumming now for about twenty minutes. This last time when he stopped, he quickly leaned up and released the ball gag, letting it fall beside me.

  "You beg me now!" he demands. "I want to know how bad you want it. I want you to plead for it."

  Hi
s face crashed into me.

  When my voice erupted, it was ear piercing. "Don't stop this time damn it! Don't stop! Don't stop! Please, please, please let me cum! I can't take anymore!"

  I feel him moving, shifting, and getting ready for something else.

  "I'm cumming!" I scream. "Please don't stop, let me cum! Let me cum!"

  Justin took his face away again, but this time he quickly replaced it with his wet fingers as he ducked under the spreader bar and filled my drenched pussy with his rock hard cock.

  He rode me like a fucking animal, like a horse with rains that he tugged on with one hand, tweaking my nipples as his hardness thrusts in and out of me. His fingers whipped on my clit.

  Finally I explode.

  "Fuck me!" I screamed. "Oh, God, I'm cumming. Fuck me! Make me cum on your cock!"

  Justin is screaming too. Everything he'd done to me was as much for him, all things he wanted to do to get himself off. I believe my begging alone could have made him cum. Now that he is inside me, and I am begging and screaming, he is at the end as well,

  We came together in one shared orgasm. It was not mine or his, it was ours together. I felt as if we were one person, so connected we were inside of each other’s mind and heart. We knew what we each needed and desired. More than our bodies, our souls had mated. Our voices twisted up into the night until we crashed on each other. My thighs quivered around his hips, trembling from exhaustion.

  As soon as he has his breath, Justin unclips the bar and releases my ankles. I sigh with relief when he releases my arms, laughing as I put them by my sides. Justin collapses beside me and rolls over so he can touch my face.

  For a short time that's all we did, lay there and touch each other. His wide eyes seemed to be trying to drink me in. We were both feeling the same thing, an unexplainable closeness that washes over us every time we are together, always there between us, but after sex it takes on a life of its own.

  "I'm so glad I found you," he said lightly as he ran his finger over my cheek to my lips. "I thought at first that you had taken me off course, distracted me, but now I know you are my course, and without you I am lost."