Her own voice struck her as surreal in the hushed meadow. Had she really just suggested that Chance pretend-threaten to make her suck on his cock? She considered her position—bound naked with her thighs spread wide, masturbating before a near stranger—and realized her latest example of wanton behavior wasn’t that far-fetched.
She studied Chance closely for his response to her suggestion, her heart racing, her exposed pussy tingling with excitement. She so needed to touch herself again. His handsome features had gone rigid and solemn.
“You want me to tell you that if you don’t make yourself come for my camera, I’m going to force you to take my cock in your mouth?” he clarified.
She bit at her lower lip and nodded. His sheer incredulity mixing with his flagrantly obvious male arousal both assured her and fueled her unbridled lust.
“I’m not going to tell you that, Sherona.”
“No?” she whispered, her pussy screaming out in protest.
He shook his head slowly, his nostrils flaring. “No, because this is how it’s going to happen: You’re going to keep touching that beautiful little pussy until you scream in pleasure. I’m going to turn off this camera. Then you’re going to take my cock in your mouth.”
Her heart slammed against her breastbone like a panicked bird in a cage.
“You know what to do,” he said before he bent to his camera.
She lowered her bound hands, positioning them so that Chance had a clear view of her pussy. Her clit twanged with renewed pleasure when she slid her finger between the fleshy, creamy lips of her outer sex. She bounced her hips subtly against the pressure. Her moan intermingled with the sound of Chance’s camera clicking away, capturing her image . . . her essence.
Either her unusual position or the sheer wantonness of her act was causing a singular excitement to mount in her. The nerves in her pussy were so inflamed, so needy of release, they seemed to be sending signals to all parts of her body. The soles of her bound feet burned in sympathetic excitement with her clit. Her nipples felt prickly, as if the still summer air kissed and licked at them. Her lips even felt overly sensitive, needing to be touched, abraded . . . abused a little. She stared hungrily at the thick ridge pressing against Chance’s shorts.
Her arousal grew so pitched, she began to move her entire arm to stimulate her clit. Since she was bound, both arms moved up and down in a subtle jerking motion as she strained to ignite. She moaned as orgasm loomed, her gaze still glued to Chance’s cock.
“Spread the lips wide,” Chance demanded. “Bare all of that beautiful pussy to me.”
She hardly heard him, she was so hot . . . so aroused . . . her nerves burning for release.
“Spread them, Sherona,” he said in a harsher tone.
She parted her labia with several fingers, but had difficulty keeping the puffy flesh open, she was so wet with her sex juices. She stirred desperately in the crevice, agitating her clit and bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth against the intense friction. Her nipples pinched tight. A gasp rushed past her lips and her eyes widened.
“Aw . . . aw . . . ah . . .” Her cry left her throat like a quavering question. Distantly, she was stunned at the magnitude of pleasure that ripped through her, splitting her apart, cracking through her like a whip. Her body rippled and convulsed, helpless in the grip of the storm of desire that racked her.
A moment later, she blinked open her eyes, feeling like she saw the world anew—the golden meadow, the swaying grass . . . the beautiful, virile man who stood next to the camera, staring at her like she was as novel and miraculous to him as he appeared to her in those full seconds.
She panted softly, watching him as he hit a button on his camera. Her breath caught when she saw the shutter close. He walked toward her, his features rigid. When he came to a stop in front of her, her gaze was on level with his crotch. He touched her jaw and she looked up at him slowly.
“It doesn’t matter how many times I tell you how beautiful you are. The words just don’t suffice,” he rasped.
She closed her eyes briefly. His stare bu
rned her. Their gazes remained locked as he reached down to unfasten his shorts. A pang of renewed excitement shot through her clit. She wanted this. She wanted this so badly.
Her fingers moved in her slit, soothing the sensitive piece of flesh . . . exciting it all over again. Her gaze dropped over his torso.
How could she not get excited, watching Chance lower his shorts and step out of them? The boxer briefs he wore were snowy white against his smooth, tanned skin. His muscular legs were covered with brown hair. The contours of his aroused cock were obvious, pressed tightly against the clingy fabric of the underwear. Her pussy tingled as she watched him slide his fingers beneath the waistband and jerk the cloth forward over his testicles and the swollen root of his cock. Sherona waited with bated breath as he slid his hand beneath the shaft and lifted it from where it had grown trapped along his right thigh.
For a few lung-burning moments, he held his penis several inches from her face, stroking himself. He was beautiful to her; the shaft thick, straight and long, the head puffy and dark pink, the rim beneath it thick and defined. White semen oozed from the slit. She wasn’t surprised; he looked near to bursting. Her mouth watered. The nerves in her lips prickled, needing friction.
“You’re my captive. You’re going to suck me off, Sherona,” he said with a strange sort of rough tenderness that electrified her with excitement. Warm fluid gushed around her fingers. It amazed her that this sex-play scenario was turning her on, but how could she argue with all that abundant moisture anointing her? She looked up at him, her eyes wide. She parted her lips. He winced and cursed under his breath, his accent too thick for her to catch what he’d said.
He stepped forward and boldly pushed the thick head of his cock between her lips. She immediately clamped him tight enough to make her ache, needing the friction on her sensitized nerves. His shaft split her lips wide. He placed his hand at the side of her head, holding her stare, and flexed his hips forward, sliding his cock along her tongue, forcing her lips even wider to take his girth. She tasted his salty cum and hummed her approval.
He snarled in arousal and tightened his fingers, furrowing them into her hair. He fleetly unbuttoned his shirt and parted the folds, the better for him to watch her ministrations. “Suck, little captive,” he uttered, not unkindly.
She gladly complied, sucking for all she was worth, making her lips such a tight clamp that pain mingled with her arousal. He began to move, thrusting in and out of her mouth to half-staff. “Ah, that’s a sweet thing,” he said from above her, his taut abdomen rippling in pleasure. “You’ve got a hot little mouth, haven’t you? You’re going to squeeze every bit of what I’ve got to give you out of me, aren’t you?”
She began pulsing him faster, aroused by his language. Her fingers moved more avidly in her well-oiled slit, massaging her clit, making it burn all over again—more so, with Chance’s big cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, faster and faster now. He filled her to capacity, and yet he refrained from pushing too far, harming her while she was in such a vulnerable position. He fisted the root of the shaft and began to stroke himself as he thrust into her mouth, using his hand to join in the lusty rhythm she set. As they both grew more excited, his fingers began to bump in an erotic tempo against her straining, overly sensitive lips, his action firing the nerves. She again hummed her approval into his throbbing flesh. Her hand moved more energetically at her pussy.