I let her go, and then leaned back against the sofa, instantly lifting my left leg and planting my foot in the middle of her chest. I still had on my heels and knew the point was biting into her skin, but she remained still.
“You still think you’re running things, don’t you?” I asked accusingly.
She squared her jaw in response.
“What, you got something to say, little boy?”
Her eyes flared, but she kept her mouth shut.
“C’mon now, baby, we both know the truth, despite what you tell your boys.” I pressed my heel in and she winced, gritting her teeth.
“Take it off,” I said softly.
She took my foot in her hand, slipping off my shoe, and carefully rested it on the floor. She removed my other shoe, before placing my bare feet back on her chest. This time I pressed harder, forcing her to lean back a few inches. I made her hold that position for a few moments before I lifted my foot to her mouth, brushing the tips of my toes against her lips. I heard the growl of arousal from deep in her chest, and I smirked at her.
“Open wide. Let me see your tongue.”
Quinn parted her lips, and as soon as I saw her tongue, I ran my toes across it, making my pussy pulsate from the tickling sensation. I pushed three toes in her mouth and she quickly closed her lips around them, sucking gently.
“Good boy.” I pulled my skirt up to my hips, lifting my right leg and spreading wide to reveal my bare pussy. Her eyes were glued to my hands as I lowered them. One hand parted my lips, while the other dipped into my slit, getting my fingers nice and wet. I watched her face as she watched my fingers toy with my throbbing clit. I gasped at first contact and her eyes lifted to mine for a moment, showing slight frustration from not being able to touch me herself. But lust won out because she couldn’t keep her eyes off my slit as I masturbated, her tongue expertly teasing the tips of my toes as she continued to suck.
Damn, coming was definitely not going to be hard tonight. I was being rather brazen with my movements, wanting to draw it out as much as possible, tugging on my clit until it was standing upright and practically begging for more attention. But as soon as my fingers touched my hole, there was no way I could ignore it. I was so wet that I was able to slide two fingers inside myself with ease, and the growl in Quinn’s chest grew louder.
I was now moaning loudly, the sounds of my wet pussy echoing throughout the room, and I knew full well this was driving her insane. So of course I had to push her a little more, right?
“So, where was I? Oh, right, your punk ass. This could be you right now, if you weren’t so disobedient,” I told her, having to force my voice to be steady. “I bet you’re missing the feel of my pussy tightening on your fingers, huh? You wish you could just tear into me, and pound me like I want you to….”
She closed her eyes for a moment, and I watched her body tremble.
“I don’t even know why I deal with your ass,” I continued. “All I wanted was a good fucking and look at me, having to fuck my damn self because you can’t control your actions—”
I slapped her cheek hard. Quinn’s eyes popped open full of raw lust and pleading, but I didn’t care. I knew it was getting her off as much as it was tormenting her, and she’d have to handle it for as long as I wanted.
“You keep your eyes open and watch me do what you, for some reason, can’t.” My voice was threatening and stern and she knew to do as I said.
As she forced her eyes back to watch, I slid my hand behind the pillows beside me, pulling out my favorite, hot-pink, six-inch dildo. I could almost feel the need she had to touch me, as the head of the dildo lowered to my hole. I quickly entered myself with the toy, and couldn’t have suppressed the groan that escaped me even if I tried. Quinn is the type of lover who doesn’t give you the chance to get used to her dick once she has it in. So I pushed myself and started sliding the dildo in and out of my wet pussy, gaining speed quickly. Quinn’s eyes were so wide, her mouth working feverishly on my toes. Since she was a natural voyeur, I knew that as much as she wanted to be fucking me herself, watching me do it was just as fascinating for her.
“You wish this could be your dick pounding me like this, huh?” I asked her as I started to fuck myself harder. I was using so much strength that my arm was starting to ache, but it felt too good for me to stop. “No matter. I’m probably fucking myself better than you could anyway, so maybe it’s good that you fucked up the way you did.”
Ahh, that pushed a button. Her eyes grew dark but she held her control, and I was rather impressed. I kept fucking myself for a few more minutes, enjoying the sight of Quinn visibly having to restrain herself, before I decided I wanted to give her a true punishment.
I pulled my foot away from her mouth as I slowed my hand, giving myself a few more thrusts, then slowly pulled the dildo out of my pussy. I could see the mild disappointment on her face from having to give up my foot so soon, but also the look of anticipation of what I had planned for next. I kept my face solemn as I looked at the dildo, which was dripping with my juices. I turned it around, placing the butt end at my pussy, and then closed my legs, pressing my thighs together, trapping the dildo. I then looked up at her.
“Suck it.”
Her body grew rigid, and the look on her face showed her surprise at my words. Oooh, I’d hit a nerve. This was the perfect way to put her in her place.
“C’mon, boy,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “Suck my dick.”
There have been times that we’ve hit obstacles like this. The first time I slapped her, the first time I cuffed her to the bed and she realized she was helpless, or the time I demanded she finger herself in front of me. But this was one act that struck her like no other. This time I was seriously testing her studhood. And for a split second, I wondered if this might be the line and she’d use her safeword.
It was a struggle; I could see it in her eyes, and I instantly knew I had struck gold. I could practically feel the turmoil she was going through at my calling her out on what probably was a desire she had locked away for who knows how long. She had two choices: either claim it and explore it with her wife, or deny something that she was so curious about. I was silently begging her to just claim it, because if I was the one initiating it, she had to know that I felt it was okay, and she and her masculinity were safe.
And just when I thought she was going to use the safeword, and I’d have to go to Plan B, she took a deep breath and moved. I watched her stare at the dildo with caution, before she eventually lowered her head. When she paused a few inches away and I saw her tremble, I placed my hand on her head, pressing her closer. She finally parted her lips, and with grand satisfaction, I watched my dildo start to disappear. I kept the pressure on her head until she had swallowed about half, then held her still, just enjoying the sight of it. I knew this was hard for her on many levels. The idea of sucking a dick period was bruising her ego, plus, damn…I was having her suck a pink dick at that. That alone would offend any stud, regardless of how stone she was. But I also knew that this seemingly taboo act would turn her on like nothing else I’d done.
“That’s my boy,” I said softly, my breathing ragged from arousal. I raised my hand enough to let her back off, but before the head could escape her mouth, I pushed her back down, just as she would have done to me if the script was flipped. We kept this up a few more times until I was sure she had the rhythm. I relaxed against the sofa, just enjoying the feel of the butt of the dildo grinding into my clit in an almost painful way. Each time she slid her mouth down, I imagined her on my clit and quivered. I started lifting my hips, pushing more of the dildo down her throat. To me, this was amazingly sexy. Never had overpowering her felt so electric, knowing that for my pleasure, she’d go this far. There weren’t many femmes who would ever experience this moment, and I was enjoying it to the fullest. I was going for broke now, fucking her mouth at a steady pace, and Quinn was bracing herself by holding on to my thighs. The dildo was sliding in and out of her mouth so fast it
was a blur, and watching her cheeks work so hard at sucking was getting to me too much. I was ready to cum.
I sighed loudly as if I was bored, pulling her head off the dildo and then tossing the toy aside. As soon as she straightened herself, my foot was back on her chest, and I forcefully pushed her hard till she fell on her back. My movements were quick, and in a moment I was straddling her stomach, looking down at her.
“So, tell me,” I said, bending my head to lick across her lips, tasting my juices. “How does it feel to suck a dick, boy? I bet you liked it. I bet that as soon as it touched your lips, your dick got fucking harder, didn’t it. Answer me.”
“No…” she began to say, but I silenced her by putting a finger to her lips.
“If you lie to me, you’ll be severely punished.”
Her eyes were practically begging me, but I didn’t care. This was going to be my triumph of the night.
“Say it.” My slippery pussy was sliding against her bare skin, and I knew the feeling of it was driving her crazy. All I had to do was move lower for both of us to be happy.
But she was silent, her eyes still staring into mine, and I could see the realization hit her that I wasn’t going to give her what we both wanted until she made this sacrifice.
“SAY IT!” I growled.
Her eyes closed. “I…I liked sucking your dick.” Her body got flushed, and her nipples looked so painfully hard. The confession was turning her on more than I had hoped.
I smiled, but still didn’t move. “Louder.”
Only a slight pause this time. “I liked sucking your dick!”
“Oh, that’s my boy.” I pressed my lips to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and she practically sighed from the reward. I captured her tongue, sucking on it hard, as I reached for her dick, maneuvering my pussy above it. As I sank down on it, we both moaned.
“Is this what you needed?” I panted as I rocked my hips. “You needed your dick in me, huh?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
I sat up, knowing the pressure from the harness would press against her clit. I slowly rotated my hips, and she watched me, eyes dancing. As I rode her, I unbuttoned my blouse, tossing it and my bra aside, and I started to pinch my nipples. She was biting her lips, her hands resting on my thighs, and I decided to allow the contact, because I needed it as much as she did.
I placed one hand on her stomach, getting my balance as I quickened my hips, feeling my orgasm starting its ascent. My other hand disappeared behind me, and I felt inside the leg of her boxers for her pussy, making her gasp.
“You looked so amazing sucking my dick,” I told her. “I think I’m gonna enjoy having you do that often.”
“Oh, god.”
“What, Quinn? You don’t like hearing that you’re gonna be sucking my dick whenever I want? That your femme got you like that?” I reached to feel her pussy, already soaking wet, and quickly pushed two fingers inside her, and she groaned loudly.
“Oh, shit…”
“You’re my boy, you hear me? And as a good little boy, you will always do what I say. And if I want you to suck my dick, you will do so, understand?”
“Yes.”
“What will you do?”
She was now thrashing beneath me, her own orgasm threatening to break. “I’ll suck your dick whenever you want me to.”
“And why?”
Our eyes locked; mine encouraging, hers finally submitting.
“Because I…oh, my god…” Her body started to shake.
“C’mon, Quinn, why? Why do I got it like that?” I gave a hard thrust, forcing her body to move along the carpet.
“Because I’m your boy!”
“God, yes…” I said and fucked her dick harder, the feeling of her wet pussy tightening around my fingers as she came sending me over the edge, and I screamed as I came as well. But I wouldn’t let up, sliding up and down on her dick until my body gave out and I collapsed on top of her.
Quinn’s arms enveloped me, and I pressed my face into her soft neck, happily breathing in the scent of her sweat mixed with her cologne. After a few moments I was able to talk again, and I asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, despite the fact she was trembling. But I felt her lips on my forehead. “Thank you, baby.”
I raised my head so I could meet her eyes, seeing complete relaxation there, and it warmed my heart. At moments like these I realized I loved her so fiercely there was nothing I couldn’t do for her.
I kissed her lips. “No, little boy, thank you.”
THE BREAKING POINT
Lucinda L. Flanary
Jill waited silently in anticipation. Her blindfold was doing the job it was intended to do. She could not see even the slightest evidence of daylight in her bedroom. Her lack of sight made her hyperaware of every sound and touch. She could hear the gentle hum of a vacuum cleaner, perhaps Mrs. Gardner in the apartment next door? A gentle breeze and a slight knocking sound came from the ceiling fan above. She was thankful for the cool contrast to her warm perspiring skin.
The unyielding chair beneath her was another small comfort. There was so much uncertainty in her current situation, that even something as seemingly innocuous as the solidity of the chair that she was tied to gave her some relief. She licked her lips, suddenly thirsty, but she did not dare say a word. She was unsure if Kat was in the room and even the smallest sigh escaping her lips could command a slap across the face. Just the thought of Kat’s beautiful hand leaving its imprint on her face gave her a new burst of wetness between her parted thighs. But this was a game, and Jill was determined to win at all costs and any sign of weakness was a loss in her book.
A small bead of sweat was making its way down her forehead to disappear beneath the blindfold. She could feel its sister droplets sliding down between her breasts. Her heightened sensitivity made her aware of everything, including the footsteps approaching down the hall. She did not need her eyes to picture Kat wearing the long, black vinyl boots that had the studded turned-down cuff midthigh. That image was burned in her brain like a brand burned on cattle. The sound of those heels clicking was music to her ears. The footsteps stopped in front of her and she felt Kat’s presence. It was as if someone had put a wall of heat between Jill and the moderate breeze of the fan.
She felt a gloved finger trace her lips and blaze a trail through the perspiration from her chin, down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, and straight down to the crotch of her panties. The finger pressed the damp material between her swollen lips and rubbed it around to create some friction. Oh, god! Don’t moan, whatever you do, don’t moan! Jill thought.
She stifled her sigh of pleasure somewhere in the back of her throat. The glove traced the leg band of her panties, then slipped beneath the fabric. Jill shuddered as the leather found all of the evidence it needed to prove that she was enjoying this sweet torture. A finger slowly slid into her pussy. In and out it moved, and Jill knew that Kat was delighting in watching her try to keep her hips from thrusting to the rhythm of this welcome intruder.
Kat bent down to kiss and lick Jill’s lips, her other hand placed gently but firmly around Jill’s neck, forcing her head back. Kat could feel her deep swallows as she tried so hard to retain that ever so important sense of control. But how much control could Jill have, bound with her arms at her sides and her legs spread? The reaffirming of Jill’s vulnerability gave Kat a power surge that made her even more determined to break the other woman. Jill was hard to crack, but not impossible. Theirs was a slow dance, and tonight, Kat was determined to lead.
She removed her hand from its home between Jill’s legs. Kat straddled her defenseless partner and sat on her thighs facing her. She ran her hand along the back of the chair, creating a slight vibration that sent a chill down Jill’s spine. Her fingers slithered through the long, brown hair and yanked Jill’s head back, making her scalp ache. A wet and salty pair of leather-clad fingers forced their way into her mouth. “Suck it like it was my fucking co
ck, you little cunt!” Kat hissed through clenched teeth.
Jill obeyed, trying to lick and suckle at the fingers that she knew were covered in her own wetness. Kat shoved the fingers in and out of her mouth more violently, almost gagging her. Jill hurried her pace trying to keep up with Kat’s thrusts. “Yeah,” Kat cooed, “now, that’s what I like to see…my little princess responding to my needs. That’s it, baby girl, you lick those fingers clean after they’ve been in your little pussy.”
Jill imagined the smirk on Kat’s face as she looked down upon this tied-up girl with no choice but to give head to her captor. Finally, the hand pulled away from her violated mouth and her hair was released from the tight grasp. Jill’s head was tingling from the blood rushing back into her scalp.
She was distracted by the slight pain and had not realized that Kat had walked away until she heard the sound of something being dragged across the room. Furniture maybe? She didn’t have to wonder long as she heard Kat climbing onto something beside her, and felt Kat put her hands on her shoulders as she steadied herself. Her imagination was going into overdrive trying to figure out what Kat was about to do to her. A mental picture began to form, as she smelled the familiar scent of Kat’s pussy hovering only inches above her face. Yes, Kat had moved something on either side of the chair and was now standing above her with her legs spread and her crotch poised for Jill’s tongue to please.
“Put your fucking tongue out here, princess, I got a surprise for you.”
Jill followed Kat’s instructions, sticking her tongue out as far as she could to receive the shaven sex of her tormentor. Kat’s juices flowed freely over her face and slid down her tongue. She lapped feverishly at the hard little pearl buried deep in the folds of Kat’s pussy. She felt those gloved fingers part their owner’s lips, so that she could gain better access. Kat began to breathe more heavily and a couple of low moans escaped and created a melodic call for Jill to go harder and faster. Kat began to ride her face, bucking and calling out obscenities, riding her tongue and pumping up and down and back and forth.
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