Captured.
She doesn't even see me coming. I push her down onto the couch, one strong hand claiming the back of her neck to pin her there. She struggles, her face buried in the cushion, but it's to no avail. I get one of her wrists and twist it behind her back. I feel her tense. It hurt. With my knee I hold it there long enough to get the cuff into place so that with a few melodic clicks it locks around her. I snag the other wrists and twist it around, once again clicking it into the prison of the shackles.
I pull up a little, letting her head turn to the side. Letting her breathe. "Eyes closed." I order, and instantly they snap shut. I turn so that I face her ass, my knee in her back so she can't move. She wears a thin black top and knee-length red skirt, flouncy enough to flare at the bottom, but tight enough to hug her ass. I smack it. I smack it three times, each time getting harder, each time making her whimper a little more. I pull the hem up so the skirt bunches around her waist, and then force my hand between her thighs. I can feel the wet heat between her legs, even through the pantyhose. I push and poke, making it quite clear to her that the hose are the only thing keeping me out of her. She struggles, legs start to whip, but are quickly settled by the harsh fall of a quick spanking. She settles.
Continuing to pin her I hook my fingers under the waist of the pantyhose and pull them down. I roll them slowly, revealing the silken flesh beneath. She doesn't need to wear them with that type of skin, but does so anyway. My kind of girl. One foot and then the other and they are mine. I bring them up to my nose and get a good smell. She's wet, and the tangy aroma of her pussy is fresh on them. Delicious.
I turn to her face once more. She lays on her cheek with her eyes closed, though her breath rapid. I envelope her head with the hose and force them down to her throat. She struggles and writhes, but with a couple well placed and rather cruel slaps of her rear end she subsides. Her face distorts beneath the grip of the hose, and I lean down to kiss her mouth.
I move to her rear and yank her up to her knees. I tightly hold the chain between the cuffs, using them as reigns to hold her in place. Her head drapes as she whimpers softly, hair spilling out. I can see her wrists are turning an angry red thanks to the steel around them. I'm sure they will bruise.
My cock comes out, throbbing and hungry, and with it in one hand I guide it between her legs. The first place I find is her tiny anus, and as the pressure of the large head greets the tiny little hole her entire body stiffens. She jerks forward as though to escape, but yelps as the pain from the cuffs bite in. She yelps again as I find her bare ass with my open palm, turning it instantly red. I push forward once more and again my cock threatens her asshole. I hear her whimper once more, but she remains.
Not today.
I tilt, change the angle, and find the creamy slit. With a decisive thrust I am inside her and she is screaming. Instantly buried to the hilt, my hips crushed against her rear, fully impaling her. I won't lie, it isn't nice. The drive is strong and hard and she bucks under me, trying to get away only to be yanked back into the onslaught of my lancing motion. I spank her amidst the brutality. In that moment she is mine. In that moment she is captured.
Normally when I come I do so in the wake of a fierce final thrust. Not this time, though. As I come I keep thrusting for a few more seconds, letting her feel the attack continue as I release. Finally I am spent. I kneel behind her, embedded to the very base, reveling in the tingling caress of her sperm-filled sheath as it clenches and grips me to keep me inside.
Through the pantyhose mask I hear her whisper as though out of breath.
"Again."
I pull up a little, letting her head turn to the side. Letting her breathe. "Eyes closed." I order, and instantly they snap shut. I turn so that I face her ass, my knee in her back so she can't move. She wears a thin black top and knee-length red skirt, flouncy enough to flare at the bottom, but tight enough to hug her ass. I smack it. I smack it three times, each time getting harder, each time making her whimper a little more. I pull the hem up so the skirt bunches around her waist, and then force my hand between her thighs. I can feel the wet heat between her legs, even through the pantyhose. I push and poke, making it quite clear to her that the hose are the only thing keeping me out of her. She struggles, legs start to whip, but are quickly settled by the harsh fall of a quick spanking. She settles.
Continuing to pin her I hook my fingers under the waist of the pantyhose and pull them down. I roll them slowly, revealing the silken flesh beneath. She doesn't need to wear them with that type of skin, but does so anyway. My kind of girl. One foot and then the other and they are mine. I bring them up to my nose and get a good smell. She's wet, and the tangy aroma of her pussy is fresh on them. Delicious.
I turn to her face once more. She lays on her cheek with her eyes closed, though her breath rapid. I envelope her head with the hose and force them down to her throat. She struggles and writhes, but with a couple well placed and rather cruel slaps of her rear end she subsides. Her face distorts beneath the grip of the hose, and I lean down to kiss her mouth.
I move to her rear and yank her up to her knees. I tightly hold the chain between the cuffs, using them as reigns to hold her in place. Her head drapes as she whimpers softly, hair spilling out. I can see her wrists are turning an angry red thanks to the steel around them. I'm sure they will bruise.
My cock comes out, throbbing and hungry, and with it in one hand I guide it between her legs. The first place I find is her tiny anus, and as the pressure of the large head greets the tiny little hole her entire body stiffens. She jerks forward as though to escape, but yelps as the pain from the cuffs bite in. She yelps again as I find her bare ass with my open palm, turning it instantly red. I push forward once more and again my cock threatens her asshole. I hear her whimper once more, but she remains.
Not today.
I tilt, change the angle, and find the creamy slit. With a decisive thrust I am inside her and she is screaming. Instantly buried to the hilt, my hips crushed against her rear, fully impaling her. I won't lie, it isn't nice. The drive is strong and hard and she bucks under me, trying to get away only to be yanked back into the onslaught of my lancing motion. I spank her amidst the brutality. In that moment she is mine. In that moment she is captured.
Normally when I come I do so in the wake of a fierce final thrust. Not this time, though. As I come I keep thrusting for a few more seconds, letting her feel the attack continue as I release. Finally I am spent. I kneel behind her, embedded to the very base, reveling in the tingling caress of her sperm-filled sheath as it clenches and grips me to keep me inside.
Through the pantyhose mask I hear her whisper as though out of breath.
"Again."