Restrained/Without Restraint

Holy cannolis. I got fucked eight ways til Sunday last night.

You heard of these under the bed restraints, right? They basically like go under your bed. Duh-skees. And then you get all velcroed in, your ankles and your wrists. The reader should note that I’ve always been scared of getting tied up. I’ve just never been all that into the immobility factor. I think it’s partly because I orgasm really easily and part of me thinks I might die if I have too many orgasms, and one can force them out of me if I’m, let’s say, not able to move away.

Adam forced them. Hard. But man oh man. Did I keep giving. And giving.

He likes my new public hair. He likes the pretty square shaped tuft above my cunt which is clean shaven. I like it, too. It’s adornment rather than massive bush. It also leaves my pussy mad exposed.

“Your pussy’s so pink right now,” Adam said as I lay sprawling on my bed, restrained. The overhead celing light was on. I was terribly visible. And embarrassed. Yeah. bashful.

Pink-Pussy-Bashful.

But I guess my rosy love niblets looked so good that Adam felt compelled. To eat my girl. My cunt. Like a starving man. He licked me for a long time. First time in a while. I got sopping. He kept going. Nibbling and sucking hard and biting my thighs. Slapping my tits. Hitting my stomach. Clawing at my tummy which makes me nuts. Nuts.

He teased me with his cock. Halfway in. Fuck. I hate it (love it) when he does that. I started to beg him to fuck me.

“Please, Adam, please fuck me,” I whined. I didn’t know what else to do but whine.

“You call that begging?”

“Please, please, fuck me. Please,” I moaned sticking out my lower lip. He mimicked me and nodded, his cock just a quarter way in now, leaving my hole crying for him.

“Please, please, please FUCK ME, PLEEEEASE,” and I tried to lift myself off the bed and onto him, though I was restrained. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even reach his mouth to kiss him.

It was then that he stuck his fat cock all the way in.

Thank God.

He rubbed at my clitty and fucked me hard, then soft, hard then soft, then. Then he spat into my open mouth which was agape in orgasm. He kept spitting on me. In me. Three times, I think. It was damn fucking hot. He wouldn’t let me kiss him. Then he’d force his pink tongue into my mouth, fucking my mouth as he fucked my pussy. All of me ablaze under his awesome Adam fire. Seriously. Man was on fire. Me too. We were two sticks rubbing together.

After a while…

“You ready for something bigger?” Adam asked, menacingly. I knew he’d gotten a new toy. I didn’t know what he’d gotten. He’s been a bucket full of sex toy surprises lately.

“Yeesss,” I said wearily. How big I thought?

Turns out it was Njoy The Eleven Big.

He brought it from the bathroom. It was huge. It was heavy. It was shining like a metal beacon of phallic power in my candlelit room.

I wanted it IN THERE.

He of course made me lick it first. Tried to put it in my mouth.

“It’s too big,” I said. He laughed. Scary.

He hit my tits with it. My thighs. Rubbed it up and down my torso.

See what he does? See how he gets me acquainted? See why I like fucking this man? And anything he yields in his hands?

The big end of the Eleven could not fit in my cunt. Not at that time. Someday, though.

The smaller end could, though. With its ridges. Its curve. Its…

“Oh fuck, oh, OKAY, YUP, YUP RIGHT THERE, OKAY faaaaa!”

I gushed a tiny fountain as he pounded away with the metal cock in his hand. Adam moaned as I splashed the comforter with my juices. You could hear it coming. The sloshing. The squishy sound as my gspot got jabbed with this cock. Liquid. Hot and sweet. Adam lapped up what was left minutes later as he forced his cock down my throat. I can deep throat when I’m lying down. And when he forces it into my mouth, and I see his balls high and his asshole tight and sweet above my face. Oh Christ. Submissive Janie time.

He fucked my tits at the end.

“Oh God,” he said, “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna.”

“Oh my face, on my face!” I hissed.

“On your…” and before I knew it his milky white ropes were flinging themselves onto my cheeks in unpredictable patterns. I giggled and moaned and stuck out my tongue to lick it off my upper lip. All this would end in cuddles and laughter and hugs and talking and giggling in a bit. But first, Adam had to let me out of the restraints.

I went to the bathroom to take a gulp of water. I looked in the mirror. I was red all over. Fuck, I thought. I’m on fire. From the inside out.