In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why do I need it, a scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also by no means soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we both going to do?
I came into your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you back from another, which, perhaps, is nearby - but hardly closer now than such a distant me.
Here again the performance is being prepared. The noise is silent and the curtain is up! Or, as it was said not by us and before us, “The rumble has subsided. I went out on the platform "...
On the sides of the wooden podium are many mirrors. Our reflections are everywhere. I am wearing a short autumn coat and a light silk scarf around my neck. Slightly reddened from the cold cosmic wind, the cheeks blush, betraying a feeling of trembling expectation.
And behold, attention! - instant change of scenery.
Your silhouette is multiplied by hundreds of blinding surfaces. Tall, slim. With the grace of a predatory animal you approach me. With a devouring glance, I admire your backside and strong shoulders. From the front you are simply divine! An impressive member. Oh yes, nature is clearly not stingy. Heavy, eye-catching testicles...
Bending down to touch my lips with a hard kiss.
My body is twisted at random with stiff belts, drawing it into large squares. I feel elastic leather strips that literally plow every hillock, plain and hollow. I go up to the structure - to a low bed with a scattering of pillows and two pillars standing at a distance from each other. The foreboding of the action awaiting ahead in lascivious waves runs up from below.
"Lie down and give me your legs."
I carry out the order and meekly swing open to meet. Elastic rollers lift my ass, and with my feet I touch the cold metal. The fabric rough passes into the hands of the Master, and you firmly tie me to these racks.
“That’s it, my little slut, it will be more convenient for me to use you!”
- Yes, sir! I obediently answer.
Now you squat down at the foot of the bed. For a long time you tastefully admire the view of pussy wet with desire. Then a magical breath - and you have a thin pen in your hands. Alternating the sharp tingling of one edge with the gentle touches of the other, you have plenty of fun with the picture of the epileptic contraction of the pussy.
- Don't you dare stop! Explode when I let you! Understood?
- Yes, sir! I obediently agree, squeezing the sounds out of myself.
Suddenly you got to your feet and walked over to the table. The massive box rumbled open. From the depths, you decisively pull out a few items. Putting everything else back in place, he turned to me. On the open palm lay two balls. Both gel, but different colors: one yellow, the other green. Inside each one, in some kind of viscous transparent liquid, floated one more, exactly the same color, but much smaller in diameter. Next to a pair of oval eggs, equipped with wires and mechanisms, there is also a pair of clips. In your other hand is a vibrator.
Holding these objects, he took his former position.
- Relax! I heard your commanding command.
- Yes, sir! - I said humbly, before feeling how you drive a green ball into a helpful pocket, and the front channel absorbs a semblance of a male organ by a centimeter.
You got up again, and I saw how the dick got up with you. Gorgeous rod with a round crimson pommel! He carefully inserted a honey-colored ball into his hole and, smiling with his lips alone, circled the flattened me. Leaning over, he clicked the clips on my nipples, first on one, and then, after letting me get used to the piercing pain, on the other. The picture of the wire sticking out of your ass was a little amused, and I even allowed myself to chuckle blissfully. However, looking at the expression on her angry face, she immediately moderated her amusement. I wasn't supposed to show emotion without your permission. However, after you turned on the processing of my vagina and anus with the buttons, it was difficult to contain the expression of tender delight that spread through my body. Seeing the cork vibrate in your ass turned me on as well. Periodically, you increased the speed of fucking yourself and me. I felt like I was just bleeding. They kept irrigating my thighs inside. Many times I was ready to collapse into the abyss. Just a little more, but... I was on fire, wriggling. The silence of the room was broken by my insane screams.
"Sir, let me finish!" I beg you! I wheezed, breaking into high notes. Her head dangled from side to side as she helplessly scratched the sheet with her nails, gathering it into an accordion with her palms. I didn't have enough air. The face became sweaty and wet. I moaned and cursed.
“Fucking offal, let me cum!” I yelled, holding on to the very edge of my consciousness.
- Not! In the beginning, I will get my pleasure, and then, perhaps, I will let you get it too!
- Please, sir! I beg you!
Just try, bitch! You slapped me hard on the cheek.
“Your destiny is to serve me!” Understood?
- Yes, sir!
This whole picture seems to amuse you.
You knelt in my head. From below, I stared at your balls with all my eyes. You cast your gaze alternately at the mirrors, then at me lying in front of you. Everything in the air vibrated with growing desire. As if on purpose, you started jerking yourself off right above me. From time to time he hit his dick on the nose. There was a measured buzzing all around, only occasionally changing the rhythm, becoming frequent, and even slow. At some point, the champing completely died away and hung in the air. Then, as if having broken off the chain, my holes were mercilessly fucked. She choked with yelling, her body shook with sweet agony. Her toes buckled with intense agony. But I was securely tied, and nothing could free me.
Ahead you saw the gates wide open, the holes fucking the inserted instruments of pleasure. The mirror on the ceiling testified to my emotions. The distorted face spoke about them. Foam seemed to come out at the corners of the lips, and the eyes looked in a mad stupor.
"Open your mouth, motherfucker!"
I didn't recognize your voice, so gentle and velvety at other times. I was afraid to disobey you, and therefore I readily opened it. I felt the taste of your lust and a huge living fullness.
“Suck, bitch, and suck hard!” You ordered rudely.
“Mmm,” I just mumbled, trying to hide how much I want it myself, how much I like it.
Immediately I felt a palpable slap on my face.
- What? I told you: don't you dare take pleasure before your Master! Do you understand me?
— Yes, sir, yes! I beg you, forgive me!
You grabbed me by the straps with which I was entwined in abundance, and pulled me over you. Your head blocked your breath, and your testicles smacked heavily over your eyes. I choked and choked convulsively inhaled your scent. You furiously fucked my mouth over and over again, not letting go of the reins. My body shook violently. Hearing now and then pierced the ringing of bells on the clamps of the nipples. The ringing tocsin announced to the whole district about the fire that was raging inside me and which was ready to break out with tongues of flame, sweeping away everything in the world. But you weren't in a hurry to let me cum! There seemed to be more ringing in my ears. I almost went deaf from the beating of my own heart - poor thing, it rushed about in all directions, looking for a way out. She pleadingly looked at you, at your beautiful face from passion and lust. Your eyes were closed, and you, it seems, also did not perceive anything around ... Wheezing and gurgling, indistinct curses mixed with abuse - they clearly made it clear what kind of ecstasy my man is now experiencing. You fucked me and fucked me, and I just whined and squeaked.
Like thunder from a clear sky, the order came:
- Stop it, damn it!
Not otherwise than the prophet Elijah himself rumbled on his chariot!
Here, all the abysses opened up. The spring inside snapped off instantly. Your thunderous roar hit my ears, and a jet began to beat in my throat with jerks. Mouth filled with sperm, and I barely had time to swallow it. Simultaneously with you, an incredible orgasm covered me. Everything rattled and shrank. Cascades of ecstasy followed one after another. Like a cat, she scratched everything under her and threw pillows on the floor.
- Get it, bitch, and sign it.
Warm champagne poured into his mouth. Or golden rain - call it what you want, it doesn't matter when you pee.
“Oh sir, yes sir, thank you sir!”
You bled and bled, bled and bled! The odorous streams flowed down my face, rushed down my neck... I love to drink you, to feel you flowing over me, to be marked by you!
Pulling a slippery dick out of his mouth, he commanded:
"Now lick it dry!"
“Yes, sir,” I answered meekly, timidly and reverently doing so. My tongue polished and scrubbed the overworked head. - Thank you sir!
You got up. Snapped the clamps off my breasts. He freed himself and me from those objects that, like traffic jams, were plugged from all sides. Strong hands untied the legs, freeing them from captivity. He turned to me, smiled, and threw a crumpled piece of paper in my face.
- Take it, whore!
And another change of scenery.
The curtain is down.
End of the first act.
The lonely figure of a woman gradually melted with the onset of dawn. A crumpled bill fell from her hand to the ground.