“Mmmm...that’s right. Take my thick cock in your tight little slut hole.” Darcy is incredibly caught off guard by my words, but in a very good way. His cock throbs in my cunt, pulsing against my cunt’s entrance.
I don’t understand how I can get so wet from such filthy talk, but it does it for me. He’s spectacular in every way, and I can’t help but give in to his persuasions. I stick my ass out further and arch my back as much as I can, taking his cock deep into my cunt.
The head of his cock now pushes against my cervix with each thrust, and I can’t help but want it even deeper. I raise my knee up onto the desk, and Darcy pushes it against the desk, holding it up as he pile drives my pussy.
I scream out for him in unmistakable pleasure. Darcy’s cock pulses inside of me, stretching my hole temporarily. He moans for me, loving the feeling of my pussy wrapped around his cock.
He pulls out of me and lifts me off the desk. I stand, patiently waiting for my next instruction, as Darcy climbs on top of his desk and lies down horizontally.
He motions for me to stand as close to him as I can and spins me around so I’m facing away from him, my ass practically resting against his ribs. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me up on top of him and splays my legs so I’m sitting on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position.
My arms are still tied together behind me, so I require some guidance. It serves as another reminder that while I’m on top, Darcy is still in full control. He pushes his cock back into me from behind and grabs my hips, rocking my cunt against it with full force.
The head of his cock teases my cervix hard as his shaft is pressed against my G-spot and is constantly rubbing against it, rushing me almost to my peak. He thrusts into me from below, and the movement causes even more incredible sensation to flood my body.
I’m riding a wave of pleasurem and I’m about to surrender to the crash.
Darcy forces my hips up and down on him, my knees helping be bounce against his cock and his hips flexing up at me with each downward motion of my own body. We meet forcefully in a steamy, passionate union.
My orgasm is imminent and uncontrollable.
I throw my head back and shout to Darcy, “I’m gonna come! Fuck, Darcy. Please, sir! Don’t stop.”
I bite my lip hard and try my best to cope with the intense pleasure since my hands aren’t available to me. My fingers are laced together behind me, and that’s all I get of them.
His domination over me has me in a completely different state. I’ve never experienced orgasm like this. I can literally let go of everything and just let it happen.
I feel completely secure, and I let my mind blank. I close my eyes temporarily, and all I can see is white, fuzzy bliss.
Darcy moans, and I watch his face strain. His breathing becomes heavy and his fingers dig into my hip bones. As my cum floods out of my pussy, gushing onto his cock and spewing out of my hole, Darcy’s cock explodes inside of me, mixing our juices together and filling me completely.
My entire pelvis is throbbing and aching from my orgasm and my now overly full pussy.
I try to keep it trapped in, enjoying the stretching, pulsing sensation, but I’m overwhelmed and with one long sigh, both our cum comes rushing out with cataclysmic pressure. I moan and whimper as I come down from my climax.
I look over my shoulder at Darcy and see him panting but just admiring my body, enjoying the view of my restraints holding me under his control. He lifts me off his cock and scoots himself forward, allowing me to sit cross-legged on top of his desk.
He is still panting as he removes his tie from my wrists. My muscles are appreciative of the alleviation, but my brain tells me I could stay tied up forever, if it’s for Darcy.
“Lizzie, you’re fucking wonderful,” Darcy says to me. I light up, excited by his words.
“Why is that?” I ask, curiously. “I literally have never done something like this before. I was honestly worried you would be disappointed.”
“You’re speaking to me like we’re finished, slut,” Darcy interjects.
I feel a lump form in my throat. I don’t know how to respond. All I know is that my eyebrows are arched so high and my face is so tight I look like I could be a figure in a doll museum.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely up for more; I’m just so curious what more can be out there for us. How deep does this fantasy go?
Before I can really even collect myself, Darcy is off the desk and is fishing through my clothes that have been thrown onto the floor. He finds the garment he had in mind and approaches me, still cross-legged sitting perpendicular on his desk.
He greets me with a kiss, and as our lips meet, I feel fabric pushed against my pussy lips. He scoops up a helping sample of our cum and rubs it into the pair of panties in his hand.
As our lips part, he balls up the underwear and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth, and he pushes every cum-covered thread of my thong into my mouth, the most drenched part of course sitting directly onto my tongue.
Just like that, I’m soaking wet, on top of already being drenched in our fluids.
My head is rushing, trying to process Darcy and his newfound dominance and how much I love being his counterpart. Darcy lifts me to the edge of the desk, my legs now hanging down and my butt cheeks now with the crease from the edge pressed into my skin.