moving swiftly in and out of my womb, over and over like the pistons of an engine. As he slammed into me, I felt a release coming from deep within my core. For the first time in my life the muscles of my thighs shook uncontrollably. I moaned and screamed out like a schoolgirl losing her virginity on prom night. He made me come so hard, J. Oh my God. Am I going to have to get tied up from now on to have an orgasm like that? And when was this guy going to finish? He kept driving himself into me, without mercy, until a strange bell sounded. I heard the zombie’s voice coming out of the wall.
“Excuse me, Master Jeremy, but your other guests are beginning to arrive.”
“Damn it,” J said, pulling out of me.
I didn’t mind, really. I already got my jollies. He released the shackles from my ankles and unchained my wrists, which were a little chafed from the metal. I rubbed them, and the discomfort went away.
I felt something profound with J, an earthquake, an explosion inside. Most guys do their little squirt and I feel little to nothing afterwards. But this guy rocked my body, good. He took the blindfold off and helped me to my feet.
I noticed J was wearing a condom. He peeled it off and disposed of it, then took me in his arms. Our lips touched. It was a nice kiss, but it made me feel weird again. That always happens when someone kisses me tenderly. It’s funny. Just a minute ago he had grabbed my tits and screwed me deeper and more passionately than any man had ever done, but now he was Mr. Romantic, Mr. Sensitive.
J picked up the present and handed it to me.
“This is a gift I bought for you Sapphire. Open it.”
I opened the box and took out a sexy lingerie outfit and shoes. I slipped into the pair of thigh high sheer black stockings and attached them to a garter belt, then put on a black thong and a tight black corset with a peek-a-boo top and high heels. I gazed at myself in the mirror. Very sexy.
“You look lovely, Sapphire. Absolutely lovely. Do you like it?”
I nodded. Usually I am a fairly confident woman, always ready with a flippant post-coital quip, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t know quite what to say. J had just completely overpowered me, chained me to the wall and rode me hard. I submitted to it and… I liked it. I had fooled around with blindfolds and restraints before, but nothing anywhere near as intense as I had just experienced with Master J. Most of the guys I knew who were into BDSM turned out to be domineering assholes. I dumped them pretty quick, after realizing they wanted to tie me up, screw me and then have me make them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich afterwards like their Mamas used to, and serve it to them on my knees. Fuck that shit. Are your legs broken? Get your own pb and j, dickwad! Play-acting Cinderella is not all that sexy to me, sorry.
But J seemed to keep the Dom act in the bedroom where it belonged. We’ll just have to wait and see about him. I couldn’t pigeonhole this guy so easily. It made J even more mysterious to me. And dangerous. After the kiss, I realized I was feeling a little nervous around him. Something new and strange was happening within me that made my stomach do flips when I thought about him. I felt a little light-headed after the sex. Perhaps I just needed a drink or better yet, a hit off my pipe to clear my head and get my dopamine firing again.
“That was the best sex I ever had in my life, Sapphire…”
“I aim to please. But hey, you’re still hard. You didn’t come, did you?”
“I’m saving myself for later. It’s only a little after 9.”
“And you wore a condom…”
“Yes.”
“I like it better without a condom.”
“So do I, but I used it for your protection. What if I came inside you and made you pregnant? You wouldn’t want little baby Sapphires running around, would you?”
“Oh yeah, if you put it that way, I guess you’re right…”
“I was hoping you could stay a little longer. There’s a
“Excuse me, Master Jeremy, but your other guests are beginning to arrive.”
“Damn it,” J said, pulling out of me.
I didn’t mind, really. I already got my jollies. He released the shackles from my ankles and unchained my wrists, which were a little chafed from the metal. I rubbed them, and the discomfort went away.
I felt something profound with J, an earthquake, an explosion inside. Most guys do their little squirt and I feel little to nothing afterwards. But this guy rocked my body, good. He took the blindfold off and helped me to my feet.
I noticed J was wearing a condom. He peeled it off and disposed of it, then took me in his arms. Our lips touched. It was a nice kiss, but it made me feel weird again. That always happens when someone kisses me tenderly. It’s funny. Just a minute ago he had grabbed my tits and screwed me deeper and more passionately than any man had ever done, but now he was Mr. Romantic, Mr. Sensitive.
J picked up the present and handed it to me.
“This is a gift I bought for you Sapphire. Open it.”
I opened the box and took out a sexy lingerie outfit and shoes. I slipped into the pair of thigh high sheer black stockings and attached them to a garter belt, then put on a black thong and a tight black corset with a peek-a-boo top and high heels. I gazed at myself in the mirror. Very sexy.
“You look lovely, Sapphire. Absolutely lovely. Do you like it?”
I nodded. Usually I am a fairly confident woman, always ready with a flippant post-coital quip, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t know quite what to say. J had just completely overpowered me, chained me to the wall and rode me hard. I submitted to it and… I liked it. I had fooled around with blindfolds and restraints before, but nothing anywhere near as intense as I had just experienced with Master J. Most of the guys I knew who were into BDSM turned out to be domineering assholes. I dumped them pretty quick, after realizing they wanted to tie me up, screw me and then have me make them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich afterwards like their Mamas used to, and serve it to them on my knees. Fuck that shit. Are your legs broken? Get your own pb and j, dickwad! Play-acting Cinderella is not all that sexy to me, sorry.
But J seemed to keep the Dom act in the bedroom where it belonged. We’ll just have to wait and see about him. I couldn’t pigeonhole this guy so easily. It made J even more mysterious to me. And dangerous. After the kiss, I realized I was feeling a little nervous around him. Something new and strange was happening within me that made my stomach do flips when I thought about him. I felt a little light-headed after the sex. Perhaps I just needed a drink or better yet, a hit off my pipe to clear my head and get my dopamine firing again.
“That was the best sex I ever had in my life, Sapphire…”
“I aim to please. But hey, you’re still hard. You didn’t come, did you?”
“I’m saving myself for later. It’s only a little after 9.”
“And you wore a condom…”
“Yes.”
“I like it better without a condom.”
“So do I, but I used it for your protection. What if I came inside you and made you pregnant? You wouldn’t want little baby Sapphires running around, would you?”
“Oh yeah, if you put it that way, I guess you’re right…”
“I was hoping you could stay a little longer. There’s a
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