Dangerous 3

Dangerous 3

He kissed her sex gently, delicately. All over the wet fleshy folds he placed butterfly kisses not missing one spot. Then he began to lick her pussy with his tongue, all around the outer lips then inside the outer lips then up and down the middle. He needed this, he had dealt out some serious sadism today but right now he wanted her…badly. He breathed in her musky scent and his erection throbbed. God he wanted this woman, but he must remain in control. He settled for tasting of her and licking her, eating her. He pushed his face hard into her sex and plunged his tongue deep inside her, as far and as hard as he could go. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue explored her depths. Then withdrew and made its way up to her hooded clitoris. Using the flat of his tongue he lashed the little hub; first using the smooth part, then rasping it with the roughness of his tongue. The squeals and gasps coming from the top of the bed telling him he was hitting the spot. Then he pulled the hood back and rasped at the shiny little button, his tongue flashing over the centre of her sex so fast, that she once again lost herself and an orgasm exploded through her once more. He felt her go rigid, felt her push up off the bed, her legs stiffened and she groaned loudly as her pussy vibrated at 7 times a second and her orgasm tore through her. A squirt of her juices landed on his face and he almost lost control and came without touching himself, such was the intensity of her peak. He could detect the change in her pussy, the different aroma as this highly on heat woman came once more. Her pussy was deep red and inflamed, full, swollen, and oohhh so fucking wet. Once again she relaxed and rested on the bed. He rose and watched her, contented her breathing slowing. A smile on her face, which he knew he was about to remove with the next bout of punishment. He hadn’t forgotten she spat in his face, that last pussy stimulation was more for him, not for her.

He picked up the nipple clamps from the floor and moved to her side. He opened them both at the same time as he watched her blindfolded face and let them once again bite onto her nipples. She cried out again as the springs clamped her tender skin, drawing air through her teeth as she tried to get used to the pain once again. He grinned and tortured her flesh by opening and closing the clamps again and again, the metal squeezing and pinching her sore and reddened nipples. There was no complaint, not even a cry…only groans of sexual pleasure coming from her as the delicious pain was now become pure pleasure. He nodded and left them in place.

Once again he moved to the dresser and picked up the next item. He walked to the bed and lifted one of her breasts then looped some remaining cord around the base several times. He then tightened it and knotted the cord so her breast was tied round the bottom, the top bulging and swollen. She protested at the tightness to no avail.