I gasp. What feels like many butterfly feet trace down my belly, and back up to my breast. I know my feet are tied apart, but on instinct I try to clench my knees and I realise that my knees are tied apart. I am wide open to whoever (or whatever) is in there with me. I close my eyes (though it doesn’t matter if they are open… it’s just too dark) and I imagine you in there with me. And that pinching of my nipples… I imagine it is you. It hurts… I want to scream… but it is just a whimper that comes out. The ‘fingers’ stop twisting my nipples, the rush of blood back to them makes me gasp and before I can arrange my senses, a barrage of stings land on me down there. I think I just got pussy whipped! That burns like hell… and not surprisingly, I am turned on AND in a lot of pain. I can sense a presence… it’s just the asian air that feels so… ‘you’ make no sound at all. The cat-o-nine tails (it has to be that) lands on my right breast. And even though I know that I could be whipped anytime, not knowing where and what interval is unnerving. As if to ease the hurt a bit, a finger or fingers caress my pussy lips… parting them, probing the entry softly… causing my breath to tighten and every other muscle to loosen. The frequencies of blows and caresses increase, some are simultaneous that I am no longer sure if there is just one tormentor in there with me. I can feel my body burn and sting to the point of numbness. I can picture welts crisscrossing my breasts and thighs. My face is wet with tears and my pussy is wet and dripping. Whatever platform I am shackled to is tipped up, vertically… causing my bum to slide lower. The picture I would present with the position I am in… sheesh! I am glad for the inky blackness of the room. I feel arms under my thighs… thank goodness they feel like arms… I had almost lost hope of the tormentor(s) being human, let alone you. I think I know what is coming... something hard, yet soft… parts my pussy lips and it is definitely not a finger. I half whisper, half cry asking ‘you’ to be gentle. Fingers wrap around my japanese throat… stopping my pleading immediately… reducing me to gasping for air while ‘your’ cock slams into me. Nothing masturbating gentle about that. ‘You’ piston in and out. I am fighting to breathe. I feel like I am being torn apart down under. Damn! I wanted to be fucked… but this is painful… and yet it feels good… feels damn good. A tongue parts my lips... the ones on my face… and I taste ‘you’ for the first time. Yes… it is you. No one else (even with my lack of comparables) tastes and smells that combination… tobacco and midnight teakwood. Everything about this fucking is fucking aggressive… nothing gentle about the kiss… my lips are bruised, I am aching and hurting all over but with the knowledge that teen I am safe in your arms I want more. I feel the muscles inside me tightening… both yours and mine. I squeeze as hard as I can, trying to hold you tight inside me… of course it is just in my head. Being tied up like that all my squeezing is mental. I am on the verge of what I know will be a shamefully, shatteringly awesome orgasm when I hear the first words since I woke up… A gruff, throaty whisper… powerful in spite of the low volume, “You will not dare cum before I let you.” I want to hold back… I amateur can’t. I am worried about the consequences… my arms are aching hung the way I am. Every inch of me is sore… and I want to stand on my feet. Yet… when you flood me with your cum, I cannot stop myself… I try to hide my orgasm in the shudders of your body. Tiana's little girl. It's wonderful. I had to clear my throat and wet my lips before I could talk. Jacob noticed that Janet was exposed, but tried to japanese keep looking away. “Sorry I didn’t last long Sis, but I guess we can work on my endurance this weekend can’t we?”� � � He asian was nice and chatty all the while looking over at her a fare amount. “You’re such a square.” Olivia grinned. Instead of Crystal fearing for her friend she was turned on as the teen monsters abused them both. She fell onto the hood and cried out in ecstasy. So here masturbating it is again. Once his breathing returned to normal he got up as quietly as he could and retreated to his room. Pop my cherry and make me into a woman!” Riya reluctantly pushed up and took out Rohit’s cock from cunt and shifted to side with Vijay’s cock still buried in her ass. “She gets off on witnessing incest,” Sven said, his hand grasping one of my twin, blonde braids that dangled down my naked back. Oh god, it was way too much! Weakly I lifted my head up off the table to look at her. Sometimes I would bend over to get something out of the cupboard knowing he could see my nipples under my shirt. So until then she would be chained together with the dog and forced to follow behind him wherever he went. “Ah, so you are a virgin just like I thought. I was so turned on by everything. "Because....because...Ellen..."Pam stammered her unfinished sentence. After a couple of years being happy in holding down the fort for me and being one of my resident sex toys, Marci decided that she would like to have a child to help fill in her days, as Mel had a job to do that. Men out there are already paying to get their repulsive groping hands amateur on me once I’ve been caught. Bubbling, it shook them from their stupor. “Okay” I said, setting my half-full beer aside and opening a bottle of water.