Charlotte's Cruel Streak

Charlotte stood in the middle of the small, dimly lit, hotel room, with her hands on her hips and surveyed her handywork. John was secured to a sturdy chair which she had taken some time to weigh down, so it was immovable. His arms and legs where bound by strong rope to the arms and legs of the metal framed chair and finally his neck was secured to the high back. She had smiled as she forced an o-ring gag into his mouth and buckled it's thick leather straps tight behind his head. His eyes were wide at this unexpected addition to there femdom roleplay, and his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly as he panted with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Charlotte slid her black nylon clad knee between his legs and stroked his rigid **** along the sheer material. a trail of sticky precum wriggled across the surface, leaving a glistening trail, when there was a gentle tap on the door.

She stepped away from her captive ans slowly made her way to the door. John could not see who it was and sat terrified that he would be discovered naked and bound by a member of the hotel staff. How could he explain. What would he say. In any event, the truth was far, far, worse than he could possibly have imagined.

As Charlotte stepped aside a man entered the room, wearing a long overcoat and a newly donned leather mask, which covered his head completely, leaving only holes relealing peircing blue eyes, and an open zippered slit for his mouth. Charlote removed his coat a threw it on the bed, to reveal that he wore a pair of frilly pink panties inside which his large erection was obvious.

Charlotte slowly approached John's bound form, guiding her second slave bihind her. Her fingers carressing the bulge through the soft pink cotton, squeezing sticky precum through the material. She watched as John strained against his bonds, but she had done a very thorough job. She knelt beside him as her new slave stood between John's legs, the bulge just inches from his face. Charlotte's hand slowly rubbing through the sticky pink nylon. "Mmmm, doesn't he look gorgeous" she whispered into John's ear, as with her other hand she slowly began massaging his **** and balls.

Slowly She eased the **** from it's cotton prison, and leaned close the the head, allowing her warm breath to play across the head, as she slowly teased it with her fingers. John stared wide eyed, as she sat back on her leggs, and pulled the dripping **** closer to his face. She knew that he would be so excited now that he would do anything she wanted, anything at all, no matter how depraved. Inch by inch she moved the **** closer to his open mouth, until the glistening head entered the o-ring gag. Her hands only stopping to refuse their ***** release, and keep them both on the edge. Again and again she brought them skillfully to near climax, only to deny them that which they craved.

She new that as soon as any man had spent his load, his desire for sex would dissipate like early morning mist, so she kept them both as excited as possible, and watched John's anquished face as again and again he was denied release. But now the time was right. She deftly handled John's dripping ****, rubbing faster and faster, at the same time increasing the speed on her second slaves stiff shaft. She could feel them both getting close, and smiled as she increased the speed that she pumped John, feeling him starting to throb deep inside. Her other hand slowing slightly, delaying the enevitable a little longer.

John's shaft erupted a hot white flume of male cream, again and again. Carefully she coaxed the creamy ***** out over the carpeted floor. He was spent, and drained, as she increased the massaging of her other hand, felt the deep throb and watched John's terrified eyed as she emptied the throbbing **** into John's mouth, expertly massaging it, to ensure that every last drop would be deposited in his mouth. She knew his sex drive would have ebbed by now, and her timing had been perfect. Her hot ***** dripped with excitement, as she wtched John close his eyes and swallow, again and again.

The End ?
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2 Responses Sep 20, 2012

i hope itis not the end. Would love to read about watersports and forced bi. Please give us more.

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