This story is pure fiction, written at the request of a friend of mine. i hope Y/you all enjoy it. i do occasionally write things on request ;-)
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Jon walks into the motel to find catie kneeling nude in the middle of the big bed. Hands are on the back of her neck, head up eyes down. His eyes wandre down her form to see if she has done what she was told. The heavy breathing, panting He can hear is a good indication that she's done something. Sure enough she has done what she was told. Soft white rope is wrapped tightly around each large breast. The rope is wound tightly, pushing each tit out from her body in a big round ball.
She is biting her lip to keep from whimpering a little with every breath. The skin is turning slightly purple. He is, in spite of Himself, somewhat impressed that she managed it by herself. Her nipples are clamped with clothespins. The pins stick straight out, sort of a merciless gesture, instead of hanging down. They are pulling on her nipples and jiggling slightly with every breath. She glances up at Him, quickly, to see His reaction.
"Come here," He says.
Slowly she climbs off the bed, the clamps moving more as her breasts bounce in the confines of the rope. As quickly as she can she steps around the bed and stops iin front of Him. Her hands are still on the back of her neck, head up, eyes down.
She wishes He was naked but doesn't dare ask. He begins to ask questions about tasks she was given. Each unsatisfactory answer earns her a slap on her tits. When He is done He pulls the clamps off, she gasps in pain. He leans over slightly and takes one into His mouth, sucking and biting the swollen flesh, drawing blood back into it quicker. Catie struggles not to squirm with the assault of pain and pleasure. Soon her nipples are throbbing and Jon can almost feel her pulse in them, satisfied, he lets go. He tosses the pins on the bed and smiles at her.
"Strip Me."
Smiling hugely with delight she quickly complies. "Thank You, Sir!" she slipped her hands under His shirt, caressing Him while she pushed His tee up over His chest. When she reached His armpits she murmured, "Please Sir" and He lifted His arms. She pulled the shirt up over His arms, stretching to her toes and brushing her breasts across His chest as she did so. Once the sleeves cleared His arms she flipped the shirt right side out and folded it. she set it in a nearby chair.
she turned back to Jon and slid her hands down His abs in search of His belt. She quickly undoes the belt and pulls it free of the jeans. She lays it on the bed. Sliding her fingers into His pants she opens the button and pulls the zipper apart, her fingers brushing against His hardening cock. she slides the jeans down, kneeling as she does so, holding them as He steps out of each leg. She folds the jeans and, walking on her knees, sets them on the chair with the tee. She moves back to kneel at His feet again, eye to ummm, eye with His cock. No underwear today, so His cock was swaying slightly in front of her.
Jon looks down at catie just in time to see her lick her lips. He clears His throat and she snaps to attention, resuming her former position – hands behind her head, eyes down, back straight. He grins. Despite her talk, she truly is a subbie. Maybe she has Dominant qualities but One can definitely tell she practically breathes to serve and lives to please.
Grabbing His cock He runs the tip over her lips. Taking a deep breath she opens up and flicks her tongue over the head. She dips into the slit, making Jon moa, then swirls her tongue over the head. He shoves 5 inches into her mouth, making her gag a bit. He grabs her hair and fucks her face, allowing her time to become adjusted to His girth and length.
He groans again as her hot tongue slides all over Him. "Oh there's a good cock sucker, take it! Take it deeper. All the way, you can do it." A few more strokes and He changed His mind. "On the bed, on your back, head at the edge."
Catie scrambles to obey, whimpering when her bound breasts try to adjust to the new position and don't quite manage it. The skin stretches, pulling against the rope, feeling like it's tightening. Finally she is settled in position and He leans over her, driving His cock back into her throat. He leans on one hand and uses the other to roam over her body. He sweeps His hand down her body, feeling the soft skin, before slipping into her cunt. He discovers that she's soaked and slides two fingers into her tight snatch. She moans, vibrating on His cock. While He teases and tortures her body, smacking her pussy, twisting nipples, she was sucking on His cock for all she was worth. In this position His cock slid deeper into her throat. She struggled not to choke as the head slipped past her tonsils. She swallowed convulsively, dragging a moan from His throat.
She got her hands involved, scraping her fingernails up the insides of His thighs. She slid her hands around His ass, stroking the skin and exploring the crack. With one hand she massaged His balls, rolling them in her palm. She dragged her mouth from His cock long enough to soak her index finger. She massaged the puckered opening in His as and pushed the finger inside. Up to the second knuckle and she sucked harder on His cock.
Jon felt His need to cum step up considerably when she started sliding that finger in and out, deeper with every thrust, in time to His motions in her mouth. He fucked her face harder, faster, making it a challenge for her to keep up, but she did well. He lowered his mouth to her cunt and sucked her clit into His mouth, hard. Her back arched off the bed and she screamed around His cock as she came hard. He made a brief note of that fact just before He emptied His balls down her throat.
Like a good girl she swallowed every drop, pulling off a little to let it fill her mouth. she sucked Him dry and licked Him clean, retaining the last bit of cum in her mouth. He pulled away from her and gave her tits a brief smack. She rolled to her knees, the cum still in her mouth. Assuming the position again she opened her mouth, trying not to grimace as the cum started to cool a little.
"Good girl. Now swallow it, W/we have something to attend to now." He closed her mouth with a fingertip and waited until she swallowed.
Inspecting her, He found her breasts were now turning blue. He found the knot on the ropes and started to undo it. He slowly unwound the ropes, admiring the rope marks left behind. Blue skin turned pink, then pale as she writhed in pain, trying to stay in position. He massaged them, helping the blood flow back, watching her face as He did. "you slut, you're enjoying this!"
