Tender Loving Use of a Whore

The heat of your chest radiates from the back of mine, your arms wrap around me, one under my neck and the other fondling my tit. You say my breasts fit your hands just right.

Your hand traces up my neck, fingers finding their way around it. A moan is stuck in my throat as I crane my head back to give you a better grip. You hold me tight but still allow me to breathe, I love how firm yet gentle you are.

You nibble at the back of my neck, my shoulders, my upper back. My breath becomes shallow and short, almost gasping with your every nip. The warmth of your lips give way to the cool air, the moisture left behind tingling.

Your smooth skin slides against mine as you go down my back. I want you to bite me all over, I want you to taste me, I want to be your prey. I almost want you to be cruel with me, ignore my cries of pain and simply tear me apart. My passion screams silently behind my peaceful expression as I patiently follow your lead. I love the deprivation, the contradiction, the tension. You get to decide what to do with me, maybe I'll beg, but at the end of the day power resides in you.

You toss me over backside up, one hand gripping my hip while the other struck my bottom. A fine ass, you say, and you give it a good squeeze. I like having my butt manhandled. It's firm enough to withstand your abuse and soft enough to conform to your hands. My body is your canvas. It either bruises easily or heals fast on the surface, but stings with every move. I get to enjoy exhibiting the marks of your assertion, or being tenderly and sorely reminded of your control. I especially love feeling a bite in my neck with every turn of my head. Either way, they make me hungry for more.

You cuff my wrists to the ceiling, and I hang helplessly with my toes just touching the floor. With a feather you caress my nipple, and I jerk in response. You slap my tits and watch them shake, you whip my ass and listen for my yelp. You pull on my nipples and watch me arc my back, suck in my underboob and grind lightly with your teeth. You tickle my arms, back, and soles, I scream and thrash about defencelessly.

You find blocks to raise my legs, and I'm doing an aerial split. My most private, vulnerable parts exposed. With a smirk you part my lips and lightly caress between, I bite my lips in shame as you spread the moisture around my opening.

You push a finger in, I shudder and wish for more. I stifle my moans as you feel around in my channel, thumb finding my clit and giving it a light press. My hips thrusting to your rhythm. You remove your finger and put it to my mouth, asking me to lick it clean like a good slut. I turn away in humiliation, but you force my mouth open and my tongue obeys, secretly eager to please. When I'm done, you reward me with a kiss and all my resistance melts away.

You lower me to your crotch, and I kneel before you, wrists still tied together. I want to touch you but I'm not allowed to. I can almost feel the heat of your stiff, swollen shaft, and I start to salivate. You know that, so you grab my hair and shove it into my mouth. Euphoria overwhelms me as the thick cock thrusts between my lips, I lap and suck at it. I lost control of my myself as you push deep into my throat, I feel myself going hoarse and tears well up in my eyes from the gag reflex. Drool and mucus start dripping out the corner of my mouth, I would be embarrassed but you love seeing me completely let go and reduced to an animalistic, cock-loving whore, don't you?

Dazed and mouth completely overused, I'm limp as you pick me up and tie me to a fixed structure on the ground in child's pose. Before I could come to my senses, your hot, wet dick pushes into my pussy and I only manage to let out a gasp of relief. You slap my buttocks as if riding a horse while slamming into me hard and fast. As I feel the burn around my opening I cry for you to slow down, you do, but the slow and sensual quickly stokes my fire and I beg you to pump into me again.

You finally untie me and flips me face up, grabbing both my tits as you enter the final stretch of the ride. You hit my g spot over and over, and I whine about not wanting to squirt. But I've lost every shred of control I could have over my body, and my body accepts everything you are doing to me. As it tenses up in orgasm, a warm stream shoots out of me and I shudder uncontrollably. You try to stay still and enjoy the intermittent squeezing, but you are about to cum yourself so your instincts take over and you drive into me erratically. That elevated my orgasm and I stayed in a dreamy headspace until I felt myself fill up with something warm and creamy. I let out a small moan and unconsciously start milking you further, you let out a sigh and jerk into me. I smile in satisfaction feeling your hardness enveloped with my slick juices and your thick cum.