Isabella laid naked and exposed, her hips aching to thrust towards the man holding her in place. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and wetness soaked her pussy.
Damien gazed at the girl's well-oiled breasts and thighs, pressing her center down against the bed. He enjoyed watching her writhe in horny desperation. Her cries and moans for more rang out in a beautiful symphony. He loved this aspect of his work. He found immense pleasure in her vulnerability. As she laid with her private pink parts on display, he resolved to tease her further.
Isabella's body shuddered as the man's fingers slipped away from her hips and down her thighs. He then paused and pressed his hands back up her body, spreading her legs open and revealing a set of perfect pink lips at her center. The musky-sweet scent of her honey pot filled the room. Hands between her legs and near her sweet wetness, the man paused again. Isabella became increasingly aware of his breath on her pussy. Kneading her thighs, his hands edged closer to her throbbing sex. Isabella had never been touched like this before, with such smooth and calculated movements. Her body had never been taken advantage of in this way. Allowing her private holes to be exposed, her mind pleaded for a touch or a lick or a rub. Her knees began shaking, and his grip strengthened against her thighs.
"Say please Miss Bella," Damien spoke softly. He blew hot air onto her puffy pinkness as he spoke.
Isabella's body erupted in moaning and cries.
"Miss Bella, say please." This time Damien's voice was cool and resolute.
"Oh please, ooh ooh, I need you to li li lick me. Pleeeeeease!" Isabella whined.
"With pleasure my little slut."
Damien salivated, he loved the taste of a beautiful woman's center. He looked at the pink folds glistening with wetness and he licked long and slow, finding pleasure in the sound of Isabella's violent response. Her legs pressed against his stable body, toes curling, hands grabbing at the painful nipples on her chest, back arching. Damien continued, spinning circles around her clit, sucking and spitting. He slid his hands under her petite frame, firmly grabbing her full bottom in his big hands, plunging his tongue deep into her tight little hole. He tongue fucked her pulsing cunt with immense satisfaction.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Isabella exclaimed in joy as her masseuse penetrated her.
Isabella's body became ferociously tense in anticipation of her release.
Damien stopped.
Her legs kicked against the bed involuntarily.
He smiled, knowing he had complete control over the innocent woman's body.
"You really are a good girl, letting me lick your pussy." His finger traveled to her anus as he spoke. He started spinning soft circles around her bum. "But I think I deserve a little compensation for my kindness to your precious little pussy."
Isabella laid tense and still. Foggy and nervous. She feared his request.
"I have a nice fat cock and I would enjoy it, if you opened your swollen pink lips for me and sucked."
Her heart pounded in anticipation. Still blindfolded, she opened her mouth, submitting to his will.
Damien felt his cock throb as he neared her lips. He gently grasped her blond hair and guided her mouth towards the tip. He stopped just before her mouth as precum dripped from his tip, Damien then circled his cock on her swollen lips. Warm precum spread smoothly across her puffy lips. A sigh of pleasure followed his action. Next, Damien pressed his cock to her opening. His cock imposed against Isabella's lips and tongue. She became excited by the hardness entering her mouth, opening wide to accommodate his girth.
Isabella had spent weeks dreaming of a cock touching her body and finally she could enjoy it. She sucked the tip enthusiastically, hoping he would present her with more.
Damien groaned with pleasure.
"I didn't know you were such a little whore." He groaned again and pressed himself deeper as she sucked.
Isabella sucked harder and faster.
He pressed deeper, feeling her soft throat massage his tip.
She gagged and Damien relented momentarily, only to press again a moment later.
Damien watched in ecstasy as the shy blonde sucked and choked. His cock began to pulse in her mouth; Isabella moaned, hoping he would fill her with his seed.
"Good girl, you like being a little slut. Don't you? I bet you want me to fill your sexy little mouth with cum."
The girl moaned on his cock and continued to suck. He grasped her hair and gently pulled her back.
"I won't fill you up just yet, but you're being very good. Aren't you?" Damien spoke with a smirk that spread to a smile across his face.
Isabella could feel his devious energy. She felt a slave to his will, existing only to obey.
"Those round hips of yours are still tight, yes?" Damien continued.
Isabella nodded in reply. Her legs spread open again. Her hands grasped at her thighs and she squeezed in agony.
"Miss Bella, the appropriate reply would be yes sir."
"Yesss, sir" Her hips rose again and his hand slammed them back onto the bed with a forceful bang. The restraint heightened her neediness for him.
"Be a good girl. Lay still."
She could not lay still. She needed him.
The man walked away and the creaking of a chest soon filled the room. Isabella felt a chill shock through her body as the clinking of metal filled the room. Her breath quickened. Suddenly, her body laid completely still in fear and arousal. Soft cuffs embraced her ankles. Then the metal clinked again. She felt her legs rise steadily upwards and several more clinks. The hooks secured to the wall at the head of the bed suddenly made sense, they were for restraint.
Isabella's laid with her legs forced apart and stretched behind her head. Her little shaved pussy and bum were entirely exposed to her masseuse. She could feel her wetness drip down her slit to her little asshole. Shy again, Isabella attempted to cover herself with her small hands.
"Miss Bella, do not make me angry." Damien warned.
Isabella's hands remained in place, hiding her pussy and bum. Blindfolded and naked.
A smacking noise erupted in the air and Isabella felt a stinging on her hands.
