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Part 2 The Climax...
Fraser’s room was filled with sex furniture and he positioned me on the sofa with my head down and my bottom tilted up. He began to lightly spank me, which then evolved into stroking and teasing, Fraser trailed the looped end of the crop he had between my legs, teasing my vulva which was visibly swollen with desire. Fraser demanded I change and had dressed me in a black lace bra with stockings and suspenders. I wore a silky black g-string and sheer black stockings and he had clipped a lead to the ring of my collar. It was heavy, its shiny links cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I felt anchored and safe from its pressure on my collar. I felt owned by Fraser and I knew he loved me.
As he kissed each buttock, suitably warmed and pink from my spanking, I groaned with lust, arching up to part them and welcome him in. After a moment, the thong was removed and he was licking and sucking at me, his tongue probed deep into my slit, making me crave more, more – I can never get enough.
Fraser dropped his trousers and his hard cock sprang free, which I sensed rather than saw because I remained facing forward while he nestled it between my hot stick wetness, then he started to fuck me doggy style, his hardness sliding into me with ease. I was running with juices at the thought of being used, his repeated tugs on my collar provided reminders of the bliss of my submission to him. His strokes were long and deep, I groaned with satisfaction, riding a wave of pleasure which radiated out urging me to spread my legs while my nipples tingled.
With a tug at my collar, Fraser asserted himself, pulling me around. I gazed up at him, drunk on lust, he loves to edge me and I am happy to be his obedient fuck-toy.
“Suck” he commanded.
I willingly opened my mouth wide to swallow his length deep into my throat. Without using my hands I sucked and bobbed on his cock, which was ramrod straight and coated with the tang of my juices. Since being with Fraser I’ve learned to delight in the taste of my own fluids. I have also had my tongue pierced, which increases his pleasure when I fellate him, the hardball massages his helmet, while I lick him with my eager tongue. Pre-cum was flowing copiously now so I swallowed his salty fluid, a reward for my efforts.
Fraser drew me up by the collar, locking me in his gaze. He bent to possess my mouth – I could float away with happiness when we connect like this. My pussy juices were drooling tracks down my thighs while the ache in my breasts made them heavy and highly sensitive, but I may not touch myself unless Fraser allowed it.
Still holding my lead he reclined on the sofa and encouraged me to straddle him, reverse cowgirl. I continued to fellate him while my position allowed him to give me cunnilingus. As his talented tongue buried itself between the folds of my labia I grew dizzy with desire.
“Dirty girl!” he groaned proudly as he lapped at the extent of my arousal, and I preened at his praise while spreading my legs wide for easy access. The cold links of the chain brushed across my hardened nipples and the wide leather strap pressed against my throat as I panted with excitement, drawing in its scent of leather
I bent my head to the happy task of sucking Fraser’s dick, which was even more swollen than when I began. My hollowed cheeks captured its girth in their firm grip while I sucked it down to the balls and up to the tip, repeating the motion until I felt him moan into my pussy.
Another tug on my collar indicated I was required to change positions again, I hovered my soaking pussy above his engorged member waiting for his command.
“Take it Taylor, take it all!” That was my cue to sink onto his girth with a grunt of pleasure and a thrilling stretch to my pussy.
As I rose and fell on his cock, Fraser held my thigh back firmly, stretching my pussy lips while he guided my speed and pace. I longed to touch my clit, it was an incessantly burning beacon, which to ignore was torture, but a fuck-toy knows her place and I can never cum without his permission. His pressure on my lead slowed my riding rhythm to a stop, so I ground myself on his cock, tightening my pussy while making swivels of my hips. These sent sparks of sensations to my nipples and anus, which made an ever-tightening triangle of desire with my pussy, all my erogenous zones hummed and crackled like electric pylons in the rain. I knew I’d pleased my master when he used the leather loop of the lead to make stinging slaps on my straining clit. Starbursts of delightful sensation pulsed outwards and threatened to tip me over the precipice of pleasure, despite my determination not to climax.
At last Fraser pressed me back into the sofa and possessed me. Lying over me he fucked me hard while pulling my legs apart. I grunted and gasped, feeling not just filled but dominated as he bored into me, hard and roughly, his raw power evident in every nuance of how he fucked.. I groaned and cried out, Fraser’s increased tempo hinted that his moment to cum was drawing near, and as he fucked me harder and deeper I imagined feeling hot spurts of his ejaculate filling me up. My pelvic muscles are stronger than they were when I came to live with Fraser, but when he combines this bondage with licks and sucks at my clit I imagine a tentacle latched onto my nub, and I’m unable to resist cumming hard with my own release of salty fluid.
As Fraser pumped hard and deep, he looked at me, we could see our hunger to cum, he smiled and whispered you can cum now... as I squeezed on to his cock which was frowning inside of me, I could not stop as I scream his name and my fluids mixed with me squirting all over him, shuddering and shaking my orgasm grew and grew... looking up at him, he kissed me, still holding me tightly by my collar and lead, I couldn’t have been happier.
Fraser’s room was filled with sex furniture and he positioned me on the sofa with my head down and my bottom tilted up. He began to lightly spank me, which then evolved into stroking and teasing, Fraser trailed the looped end of the crop he had between my legs, teasing my vulva which was visibly swollen with desire. Fraser demanded I change and had dressed me in a black lace bra with stockings and suspenders. I wore a silky black g-string and sheer black stockings and he had clipped a lead to the ring of my collar. It was heavy, its shiny links cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I felt anchored and safe from its pressure on my collar. I felt owned by Fraser and I knew he loved me.
As he kissed each buttock, suitably warmed and pink from my spanking, I groaned with lust, arching up to part them and welcome him in. After a moment, the thong was removed and he was licking and sucking at me, his tongue probed deep into my slit, making me crave more, more – I can never get enough.
Fraser dropped his trousers and his hard cock sprang free, which I sensed rather than saw because I remained facing forward while he nestled it between my hot stick wetness, then he started to fuck me doggy style, his hardness sliding into me with ease. I was running with juices at the thought of being used, his repeated tugs on my collar provided reminders of the bliss of my submission to him. His strokes were long and deep, I groaned with satisfaction, riding a wave of pleasure which radiated out urging me to spread my legs while my nipples tingled.
With a tug at my collar, Fraser asserted himself, pulling me around. I gazed up at him, drunk on lust, he loves to edge me and I am happy to be his obedient fuck-toy.
“Suck” he commanded.
I willingly opened my mouth wide to swallow his length deep into my throat. Without using my hands I sucked and bobbed on his cock, which was ramrod straight and coated with the tang of my juices. Since being with Fraser I’ve learned to delight in the taste of my own fluids. I have also had my tongue pierced, which increases his pleasure when I fellate him, the hardball massages his helmet, while I lick him with my eager tongue. Pre-cum was flowing copiously now so I swallowed his salty fluid, a reward for my efforts.
Fraser drew me up by the collar, locking me in his gaze. He bent to possess my mouth – I could float away with happiness when we connect like this. My pussy juices were drooling tracks down my thighs while the ache in my breasts made them heavy and highly sensitive, but I may not touch myself unless Fraser allowed it.
Still holding my lead he reclined on the sofa and encouraged me to straddle him, reverse cowgirl. I continued to fellate him while my position allowed him to give me cunnilingus. As his talented tongue buried itself between the folds of my labia I grew dizzy with desire.
“Dirty girl!” he groaned proudly as he lapped at the extent of my arousal, and I preened at his praise while spreading my legs wide for easy access. The cold links of the chain brushed across my hardened nipples and the wide leather strap pressed against my throat as I panted with excitement, drawing in its scent of leather
I bent my head to the happy task of sucking Fraser’s dick, which was even more swollen than when I began. My hollowed cheeks captured its girth in their firm grip while I sucked it down to the balls and up to the tip, repeating the motion until I felt him moan into my pussy.
Another tug on my collar indicated I was required to change positions again, I hovered my soaking pussy above his engorged member waiting for his command.
“Take it Taylor, take it all!” That was my cue to sink onto his girth with a grunt of pleasure and a thrilling stretch to my pussy.
As I rose and fell on his cock, Fraser held my thigh back firmly, stretching my pussy lips while he guided my speed and pace. I longed to touch my clit, it was an incessantly burning beacon, which to ignore was torture, but a fuck-toy knows her place and I can never cum without his permission. His pressure on my lead slowed my riding rhythm to a stop, so I ground myself on his cock, tightening my pussy while making swivels of my hips. These sent sparks of sensations to my nipples and anus, which made an ever-tightening triangle of desire with my pussy, all my erogenous zones hummed and crackled like electric pylons in the rain. I knew I’d pleased my master when he used the leather loop of the lead to make stinging slaps on my straining clit. Starbursts of delightful sensation pulsed outwards and threatened to tip me over the precipice of pleasure, despite my determination not to climax.
At last Fraser pressed me back into the sofa and possessed me. Lying over me he fucked me hard while pulling my legs apart. I grunted and gasped, feeling not just filled but dominated as he bored into me, hard and roughly, his raw power evident in every nuance of how he fucked.. I groaned and cried out, Fraser’s increased tempo hinted that his moment to cum was drawing near, and as he fucked me harder and deeper I imagined feeling hot spurts of his ejaculate filling me up. My pelvic muscles are stronger than they were when I came to live with Fraser, but when he combines this bondage with licks and sucks at my clit I imagine a tentacle latched onto my nub, and I’m unable to resist cumming hard with my own release of salty fluid.
As Fraser pumped hard and deep, he looked at me, we could see our hunger to cum, he smiled and whispered you can cum now... as I squeezed on to his cock which was frowning inside of me, I could not stop as I scream his name and my fluids mixed with me squirting all over him, shuddering and shaking my orgasm grew and grew... looking up at him, he kissed me, still holding me tightly by my collar and lead, I couldn’t have been happier.