Bound to Squirt

She sat anxiously against the bed head. Two large square pillows nestled in behind her back, propping her up. Her arms reaching and extending along the black metal bar of the bed head; her wrists strapped firmly with two black leather belts around each wrist. She was almost completely naked except for a delicately thin black lace g string. I could see the thin elastic straps cutting into her fleshy hips as she sat with her knees raised and slightly spread, upon the bed. Underneath her bottom lay a thick, burgundy fluffy bath towel. Her expression elicited a mixture of excitement, anticipation and nerves as I stood in the doorway naked, my shoulders upright, my back straight and firm.

I had left her tied up in this position for five minutes while I showered and prepared. I walked over to the bed. Her eyes focused on my stomach and chest before lowering to my penis. I could feel myself stiffening slightly as my penis swung freely between my muscular thighs. She bit her lower lip then looked up to meet my gaze. I leant over the bed and kissed her gently and sensually. Her neck arched back as my lips found the small of her neck and my left hand softly caressed her right breast and nipple.

I stood upon the bed and placed my feet either side of her hips, hovering dangerously over her submissive powerless form, my penis, like a hypnotist’s watch, dangled inches from her lips. Her wrists squirmed with anticipation and a hunger that sent blood pumping down my shaft like neon electricity. Her greedy uninhibited desire automatically launched her forward. Her bound wrists prevented her from acquiring her prey. Her desperation to escape her bounds and touch my increasingly firming penis excited me and charged the dimly lit bedroom with a frantic frenzied sexual energy.

I leant over her and again kissed her. This time my lips pressed against hers firmly and forcefully with passion and intent. My left hand held the back of her head as our tongues wrestled for control. I gripped her ponytail and stood before her. With my right hand I held the base of my penis and directed the tip to her lips. Her eyes met mine and upon my nod she kissed the tip. A pulse raced through the shaft from the base to the head and the pulsing piece of meat could be seen growing in front of her beautiful large dark brown exotic eyes.

I gripped the back of her head and slid my penis inside her mouth. Her lips widened in acceptance, and I felt her throat against the side of my shaft. I brought myself in and out slowly. Her warm mouth wrapped around me, and I felt a gentle wet sucking sensation swallowing the head. Her saliva began lubricating the ridges and extended along the length. I felt my skin retracting as I pulled myself in and out of her mouth. I increased my depth and intensity, and I felt her squirming underneath me as my penis filled her throat. I heard gagging noises and saliva coated my penis. I pulled myself out completely and let her catch her breath. Heavy deep gasps of oxygen were sucked into her body, as she looked up at me smiling like a naughty little brat.

Again, I slid my penis down her throat, plunging myself as deeply as I could, as deeply as I felt she could take me. Her eyeballs bulged before her lips touched the base of my penis and her squirming body flailed about trying desperately to get loose from her shackles. In her release, the oxygen returned to her lungs and again, eventually that cheeky, bratty smile, looking up at me, dared me to give her more. I leant over her and kissed her. I pulled her ponytail hard and kissed her neck. I cupped her breast and sucked her nipple. I could feel her wriggling, her hips gently swaying and rolling from side to side as she sat, spread, tied to the bed head.

I knelt next to her on one knee, my right hand exploring her breasts and nipples. My hand eventually wandered southward over her stomach. I bypassed her crotch and ventured straight to her thick, soft thighs. I rubbed them gently before gliding a finger over her underwear. I felt a warm, wet sticky patch towards the front. I circled the wet gooey material with my middle finger before gently pulling the black lace g string to the side. I could see a small dark mound of neatly manicured pubic hair and below, her vulva glistened.

My finger circled her clitoris. In her excitement, she fought to get free, pulling and ripping at the leather belts holding her tightly and firmly to the bed head. She struggled. I sensed a deep burning desire for pleasure, though a wall of restraint and determination to not accept it and retain some sense of control boiled at the surface.

I spoke softly and gently to her, calming her and ensuring her that she was safe and that all she need do is relax and enjoy. I felt her let go slightly and lean back into the pillows as my fingers swirled slowly around her clitoris and her moistening lips. As I began to sense her cooperation, I slid one finger inside her. She closed her eyes and her chest rose and sank heavily and rapidly. Her breasts fell away to either side of her chest and her nipples beamed out into the room proudly. I gently pulled my finger in and out of her and teased her lips and clitoris. Wet sticky goo lubricated my hand, and her vulva was now adequately moist. Adding an extra finger, I began to explore her insides more thoroughly and I noticed her breath changing. I began to sense her letting go. I could feel and sense her submission. She was now in the process of completely accepting her pleasure.

My fingers locked onto a rhythm, that I maintained for some time as I managed to find a spot that sparked a reaction within her that I understood to be an area of great interest. My fingers worked efficiently. Her neck arched back with eyes closed and she licked her dry lips. A moaning ‘oh fuck’ escaped her desperate heaving lungs and she shifted her position slightly by wriggling her beautiful, flattened bottom forward, spreading her thick thighs further apart to allow me greater access to the spot that I now knew would bring me her climax. My left hand still gripped her ponytail, and my right hand increased its pressure and strength with force. My fingers moved in and out, at pace and her gasps for oxygen, intersected with wailing moans sent currents of excitement through my entire body. I could feel the pressure and tension building inside her. I could feel her surrendering, then like a volcano erupting, liquid streamed out of her, gushing, and flowing like a torrent. Her screams, deafening. Her torso lunged forward. Her neck and head followed violently. She gasped for air, her eyeballs bulging. ‘Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh fuck!’ bellowed out of her restrained convulsing body. Her thighs shook and the jiggling wobbly flesh of her ass cheeks and breasts shot a thundering bolt of excitement downwards, somewhere between my asshole and penis. My excitement had peaked and the thrilling vision of the bound beauty before me squirting uncontrollably and finally accepting her pleasure and my dominance evoked great emotion within both of us.

Exhaustion fell quickly upon her as heavy desperate grabs for air evened out. Still her body hunched forward. Her arms trailing behind her, still bound by the leather belts on either wrist to the black metal bar of the bed head. I gently loosened her restraints and she fell into my embrace with a flurry of tears. Her emotions brimmed and I felt a weight lifted, a letting go, a moment of complete calm. I held her and kissed her forehead and temple. After several minutes I instructed her to lay down on her stomach, I reached for the massage oil, straddled her beautiful plump, round curvy bottom and began gently rubbing her shoulders. My plan: relax her, rest her, comfort her until she’s ready, ready to accept her pleasure again.