“Slutty little princess likes pain, don’t you,” she purred.
I whimpered. Apparently I liked it far too much.
She gave another hard suck on the tip of my cock, and my eyes rolled back. Then she stroked inside me again, the alternating sensations overwhelming. I basked in the snugness of the ropes around me, in the comfort of being bound.
Then Kali opened her mouth and swallowed me down. She took my whole length in her hot, tight throat, and my balls tensed, as if I might spill on the spot. Once she began to bob up and down on my length, I tilted my head back and surrendered to the sensations. She thrust her fingers inside me in tandem, a skillful grace to her movements that threatened to make me unravel. She had a control that I felt at ease with, a competence that drew me in.
“Ngh,” I moaned, the sounds coming more garbled by the second.
Each stroke, each suck brought me higher and higher, the tension coiling inside me. I was going to burst, going to come in her mouth at any second.
My breaths came out faster, and sweat prickled on my forehead as she continued her sensual assault on my body.
I squirmed and writhed, and the ropes bit into my skin harder, elevating my need. My nipples were so sensitized, to the point of pain. They brushed against the fabric of my shirt, a constant distraction. If I didn’t come soon, I was pretty sure I’d pass out.
Some saliva dribbled down my taint, and unghhhh. The gush of it brought me even closer.
She sucked harder, then slammed her fingers back inside me, and that was all it took.
My balls drew up, and then cum shot out of me. The orgasm rushed through me fast and fierce, causing the breath to seize in my throat. Bliss carried me away, and I coasted on the sensation. She continued to suck on my cock, swallowing my spend. Then she stroked inside me again, and another orgasm spread through me, my hole spasming around their fingers. The intensity spread, warmth suffusing all the way through my limbs. A choked moan, an almost broken sound, escaped me, and I sailed on the wings of the long-awaited release.
She drew back from my cock, but her fingers kept thrusting inside me as the orgasm radiated through my whole body.
“Think that’s sufficient for an apology, princess?” she asked, an amusement in her tone.
“Can I taste you?” I asked, not ready for this to end.
“Mm, with lush lips like yours?” she said, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Wouldn’t be a hardship to ride your pretty face.”
“Ngh, yes, please,” I begged.
She rose from her crouch and wiped her swollen, glossy lips with her forearm. Then she kicked off her boots and stripped out of her gray leggings to reveal thick, golden thighs that made my mouth water. Her pussy looked fucking luscious, a shine at the lips that made it clear how wet she was, and a nest of black, trimmed curls graced the top.
“Why don’t we keep you tied up, princess,” she teased, a wicked grin curling her lips. She sauntered toward me, then hoisted herself up on the chair, her feet resting on my meaty thighs. I was more grateful than ever for the muscle from farm labor. She still maintained her poise, her muscles all taut, and I was beyond impressed.
I licked my lips, need for a taste, to consume everything she was willing to offer bubbling inside me. Then, Kali rested one hand on the back of the chair, and she brought the other one to the back of my head, shoving my face forward. My mouth found her folds at once, all delicious and wet, and I stuck my tongue out and took my taste.
She was tart and sweet, and my mind reeled. With the heat of her thick thighs around me and my face buried in her pussy, I floated in pleasure. I licked and sucked at her folds as I explored with my mouth until I found the bundle of nerves at the top. When I sucked hard, she let out a low groan. Her husky, sensual voice was addictive, and I wanted to coax as many sounds as I possibly could from her.
I lapped at the tartness, savoring the taste of her juices, like the elusive sweetness of a skyrberry. The fact my arms were still bound made this hotter as she started to rock her hips, grinding her pussy against my face. I sucked and licked and nipped at her clit, drawing patterns with my tongue as I devoured. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged as she rode my face. The light sting at my scalp sent a ripple of pleasure through me. I gasped for a sharp breath, almost suffocating from the heat, from the demanding way she took me, and I liked that a lot too.
My body was relaxed from coming twice, my mind blank as I ate her out like I’d skipped breakfast. I loved the low grunts and moans coming from her, how the coiled ferocity was present even here while I lapped and sucked at her clit.
“That’s right, princess,” she gasped out. “You’re so good at eating my pussy. Such a messy eater too.”
The slight hit of humiliation lit my senses up, and I lapped harder, faster. The heat between her thighs was like stepping into a furnace, and sweat dripped down my face, all while saliva poured from my mouth, mingled with her slick. Ngh. Iflicked my tongue rapid-fire against her clit, noticing the quicker breaths, how she was closer and closer to the edge. She tasted tart and sweet, and the sweat bloomed on my forehead, my cheeks.
Then Kali gripped my hair tight and let out a loud cry, all but shoving her clit into my mouth. It spasmed as she came and came and came.
“So good,” she moaned out as her thighs tightened around my head, and I could barely breathe. A shuddering sigh escaped her, and she let go of my hair first, then drew back. I inhaled a sharp, cool breath. Kali stepped down from her perch on my thighs with a casual grace I envied. I had strength in spades, which worked well for berry farming, but I was on the clumsier end of the spectrum. She’d literally just ridden me, and I could still feel the phantom weight of her soles digging into my thighs.
“Let me get you out of these ropes,” Kali said, and I wrinkled my nose. I needed to get out of them eventually, though. She undid the knot in the back and then started to unloop it, pausing to handle the other knots before she continued to slide the ropes off my body. My arms, my torso were freed, but I felt the imprint of them. I checked my wrists, and the imprint of the ropes there looked hot against my skin.
“How are you feeling?” Kali asked as she coiled the rope up in deft movements. “Circulation okay?”
I tested my wrists, and tingling went up my arms, down my legs. I tried to sit up, but my legs were so weak, I thumped back down. “Well, I think I need a minute or two.”
Kali grinned at me and crouched in front of me, her pussy bare and glistening. My mouth watered for another taste. “Let me help then.” She began to massage my ankles, my calves, helping the circulation rise. Her hands were strong, and the motions felt so damn good. Then she stood again and reached for my arms, doing the same thing from the wrists to my shoulders. After afew minutes of her working on me, I felt a bit steadier, like the sudden rush had calmed.
