Not While I'm Looking - Dirty Bedtime Stories

Not While I'm Looking - Dirty Bedtime Stories

By Ekaterina Mironova

All my old gear's under the bed. I get out a black box with a bed harness, a blindfold, a gag. Clipping my ankles into the harness cuffs, I tie the gag and the blindfold around my face. Lying back, I flick my hands into the remaining cuffs and wait, knowing that the keys are out of reach.

He enters my room, closing the door softly behind him. I feel a tickle on my calf, like a feather stroking up my leg. Then the other leg. Then both. Then my chest. I wriggle but can't move more than a few inches. I feel kisses on my arms. Warm kisses that move up to my breasts and I suck in air as his hot mouth takes in my nipples.

I hear a click as my legs are released. Disorientated, I don't move. Another click as my arms are freed. I am confused, waiting. Arms lift me up and draw me forward, placing me over warm thighs, head down off the end of the bed... Smack. A hard slap stings my arse cheeks, ringing through the room. Breathing. Slap. Again. My skin starts to tingle. Squeezing and massaging my cheeks, his warm hands feel strong and heavy. His stroking my arse hole is relaxing. Slap. Wait. Slap, slap. Stroking, massaging, smack, smack, slap.

I am wet. Warm and safe, I relax into it as the spanking continues. The back of my body from my feet to my waist tingles with aliveness. His blows grow faster and more insistent. Cries escape me. Moans like orgasm with a touch of surprise and urgency. I feel his erection rise under me through the material of his trousers. His fingers move into my pussy and arsehole between his slaps and open me up.

Pushing me backwards onto the mattress, I hear him take off his clothes. He spreads my legs and presses his heavy body down onto my back. The end of his cock quickly finds my wetness and shoves into me, filling me. I feel his whole body thrust and move on top of me as I wriggle under him, lifting my hips and taking him in as much as I can.

The power of his orgasm as it approaches pounds my heart. His hands pull my hips into him as he fucks me insistently and spasmodically. Now, and now, and now, and again. His hand comes up to my face and covers the gag, his fingers spilt through the material and push down into my throat as he thrusts. Now, and now and I feel his splitting as he comes into me hard, teeth gritted and hands clenched.

He throws his body to the side and breathes hard. I curl up and sleep.