‘No! I can’t – I won’t!’ Darren begged. The burly body builder squirmed beneath his tightly clad leather bound mistress.
‘Yes, you will.’ Her voice was cold and distant as she straddled his chest. She teased him with her feather whip before commanding obedience from him with a sharp stinging swat across his heaving, sweaty pectorals. The arousal of his nipples told her he was enjoying this. She watched the thin welt mark his chest where the quill whipped him, and he grit his teeth. She had ordered him not to cry out or get aroused, but had to do everything he had been instructed to, otherwise she would punish him. Naomi had him bound hand and foot to the bed, splayed out between the bedposts. He was completely at her mercy.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Darren reluctantly submitted.
Naomi reached for her little bag of tricks and pulled on the drawstring of the black velvet pouch. She pulled out an interesting device, one consisting of a combination gag ball with a strap on dong attached to a head strap. She placed the gag ball in his mouth and strapped the device around his head so that the synthetic phallus protruded from his forehead. Naomi grinned and slowly climbed above her submissive lover to impale her wanting sex. With her thighs parted above his head he had a bird’s eye view of the erotic artificial penetration.
Darren bit down on the gag trying to think of anything other than the fire swelling in his loins. He envied the synthetic tool that spread his woman’s juiced up pussy. He wished his stirring cock was being devoured by those perfect pink lips instead of that evil looking, long vibrating imposter. Her light muff of blonde pubic hairs ground against his head to leave the scent of her wet sex behind and that was the end of his restraint. Darren’s cock twitched and took on a life of its own. Growing long and hard, it snapped tightly up against his belly. He felt a trickle of his manly essence dribble from the head of his rippling member to form a pool inside his bellybutton. Naomi was enjoying herself riding the artificial digit and she failed to notice he had lost control. Her fuck fluids cascaded down his forehead, wetting his hair and dripped down his face. His nose became wedged between her tight little arse cheeks with every bounce that swallowed the dong. He thought he’d never be able to forget the smell of her sweet sex. Darren wished he could have been able to reach up and grab that arse to hold her cunt over his face until he suffocated from her scent. This was sheer heaven to him. ‘If I were to drop dead right at this moment, I’d die a very happy man,’ he thought, as his lover’s moans started to reach their climactic peak.
‘Oh…..mmmmm.’ Naomi bit her bottom lip as the pressure and explosive wave of euphoric pleasure spread throughout her body. The sensation sent a dizzying heat that rapidly cooled like a backdraft in her limbs and she couldn’t hold back the explosive release. ‘Fuck! Daz! Oh, lord…. Oh fuck…mmm…oh, oh!’ Naomi panted and finally cried out. Her clit was a throbbing hard nub, stimulated by the delicious, non-stop vibrations coming from the man-made cock. ‘Yes! Fuck, yes! Christ, I’m coming – Ohh..’
Darren watched her slick and swollen pussy pound the dong so hard; he thought she’d break it off. She showered his face with her creamy sweet juice and he wished he could lick her out, lapping up all she had to give him. When her energetic release subsided, and her explosive golden shower ended, he caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked cunt expel the moulded chub. It plopped from her fuck hole still vibrating and she slid her slicked up still parted lips down over his chest.
Naomi ground her hips across the welt on his chest and his body jerked. He desperately wanted to touch her and fuck her. She could tell by the lust crazed stare he gave her that he wanted to prove to her he was a better lay than the wicked device still buzzing away on his head. Darren swallowed as best he could; he had been salivating and the drool ran from either side of his mouth to mingle with her sex juice. Naomi removed the head set from him before finally removing the gag.
‘Come here and kiss me you sexy bitch,’ he hoarsely told her, his voice thick with desire as his body tensed up. He fought his restrains trying to break free of his bonds to grab her and rope her into his swelling passion. ‘Agh!’ Darren groaned. Resisting the sturdy cuffs proved only to drain his energy. ‘Please, Naomi… Let me out of these cuffs and let me fuck you harder than ever. I want you so bad – I need…’
‘Shut up, slave.’ She ordered him, but he was over the whole mistress/submissive act. He wanted to take her. His cock ached for the warmth and friction only the interior muscles of her vagina could provide. ‘Don’t make me gag you again. Play nice, and we’ll both have lots of fun.’ She grabbed a hold of the feather whip again and lightly caressed his inflated, twitching cock with it.
‘Oh, you’re the devil…’ he moaned. His body involuntarily thrust beneath the feather quill and when she pulled it away from his engorged penis, a connective sticky string of pre-cum stuck some of the delicate plumes together.
‘Naughty boy….’ Naomi shook her head. ‘What a mess you’ve made all on your own. Would you like me to clean it up with my tongue?’ She provocatively teased him, sliding over his groin to sit between his spread legs. With her head bent so close to his needy gland, he could feel her hot breath on his balls as she whispered.