Hanging Out

Bishop walked around her slowly squeezing his half hard cock through the material of his jeans. She was suspended in mid air by straps about her arms, shoulders, hips and legs so that she had the appearance of a doll hanging there. His doll. His play thing. Her lower legs hung limp as did her forearms and hands. Her head hung back but she struggled to keep it lifted up. Her long brown hair hung down and swung like a wild thing with each turn of her head. Her eyes were covered by a thin veil of soft black cotton to blindfold her. It was not tied, that would be too easy. She must keep it in place as the soft cloth shifted across the silky skin of her face.

She listened to his footfalls as he walked around her. Her body otherwise nude and shimmering with a thin layer of body oil so that it sparkled in the candle light of the room. Her breath was already quickened by her excitement and her nipples were fully erect as she listened for him. The swing chair pulled her legs apart so that her pussy was opened wide, the inner folds glistening with her juices as they began to flow in her arousal.

He waited painfully long before he at last leaned forward so that his breath caressed her neck as he spoke.
"Do you love me?" He asked, his voice deep and resonant. She shuddered as the voice pierced through her as started a wave of wetness flowing in her.

"Oh yes sir, I love you sir." She said her voice fluttering slightly in her arousal.

"Good. That makes me happy." His hand gently touched her bare neck and stroked the flesh lovingly for a second. She tried to stifle a moan at the sensation. S soon as she had made a noise he withdrew the touch.

"Do I arouse you? Make you wet?"

"Oh yes sir, you make my very wet sir." Her voice was no longer fluttering as much, instead it was taking on a more throaty aspect of need and want.

"Good. I am glad I arouse you." She heard the sound of his zipper and then felt the head of his cock gently brush her face. "Because you make me hard. You make me horny." His cock head slid gently across her lips and the withdrew. She shuddered and squirmed as tiny spasms of electricity flowed through her from the touch.

"I make you want to fuck don't I?"

"Oh yes sir, yes sir, I want to be your fuck toy."

He laughed, "My fuck toy. Very good. Very good." Then a spasm of pain as he pinched her nipple hard and pulled it. She squealed in pain and then went silent, biting her lip to keep from crying out. "But for future reference, you will answer the questions I asked only. Now, did I ask you if you wanted to be my fuck toy? Did I ask if you wanted to be anything at all?"

"No, sir. I am sorry sir."

Silence.
For agonizing minutes silence. No word, no movement, no touch.

"I believe you are sorry. We shall continue then unless you have decided that you do not wish to."

"No sir, please sir. I am sorry sir." She begged him. No, her mind screamed, it can't stop now.

"Why?"

"Why what sir?" She asked immediately knowing that punishment would come swiftly. His hand was like lightning as it swung and struck her bare ass cheek reddening it and sending a searing sting through her and a burning warmth to her already soaked pussy.

"Why are you sorry?" He demanded in a stern tone.

"Because sir," she tried to catch her breath as the warmth in her pussy threatened to encompass all her thoughts. "Because I am nothing more then what you tell me. I have no wants but what you wish for me. Because I am yours sir."

His fingers stroked through her long hair lovingly. His other hand gently caressed her right breast. "Yes, I truly believe you are sorry." His gentle caresses became more firm and the hand on her breast squeezed tight and his fingers pulled at the nipple. She tried to stifle a moan of sheer pleasure. His hand released her and she felt waves of heat flowing to her pussy, the new juices almost dripping from her as her arousal went to frenzy.
He said nothing else but she could hear him moving down between her legs. She could feel his presence so near her aching pussy that she nearly cried out in frustration. She wanted him so badly but, in all honesty, wanted to be denied him even more. The wait drove her to a point that no man had ever allowed her to reach before and she lived for that now. Each breath she took was one breath closer to when he would drive her over the edge again.

She heard his zipper as he undid his jeans. He did it slowly so that the noise seemed to shock through her, each tooth of the zipper popping in turn and each pop sending another tiny shock into her. At last she heard the sound of his jeans sliding from his lithe form and hitting the floor. She wiggled slightly and nearly panicked as the blindfold shifted. He chuckled softly and his deep laugh penetrated her as surely as his cock would. It entered and reverberated inside her and the sensation made her shudder.

"Almost got carried away didn't you?" He said quietly.

"Yes sir. I am sorry." She panted.

"Not as sorry as you would have been had you dropped that." He said in a low warning tone.

"I am so. . ." Was all she got out before she screamed as his hard cock penetrated her in one long easy thrust. She wasn't ready for it and the shock of it sliding into her and the size of his huge cock sent her over the edge. She screamed as her pussy gripped and sucked him in greedily and throbbed with the coming orgasm. She couldn't speak. Couldn't think. She just knew she was cumming hard. She could feel her juices literally dripping out of her pussy now.

His cock slid out and then slammed back into her pussy hard and she thrashed her head around as a wave of pure energy shot through her body and her pussy clenched like a vice around his cock. Her entire body seemed to have a mind of it's own and thrashed and pulled against the tight bonds as her orgasm shook through her and wave after wave of stunning pleasure took away any sense of self control.

He didn't stop fucking her just because she was cumming. He slammed his cock in and out of her faster and faster. His own orgasm building in him. Her blindfold had fallen off, she was aware of this but, unable to grasp the consequences of it. She just felt. Just needed that hard slamming fuck.

He had her swinging fast and hard so that she was sliding up and down his cock and twisting to and fro in the air. She couldn't get her breath, the sensations were so over powering. Then she felt his cock jerk and throb and his thrusts slowed and became much harder. He fucked her another three times and then pulled out. He moved quickly to her side and thrust his cock in her mouth. The taste of her own cum and his pre-cum filling her senses now. She tried to suck but her held her head still by grabbing a handful of her hair and began to fuck her face. Stroke after stroke until she was taking nearly his full length down her throat.

And then he erupted. A great flood of cum filled her mouth. Too much to swallow though she tried in vain. It spilled out around the shaft of his cock as she sucked and swallowed everything she could but more came. Great spurts of hot cum splattered her face and breasts. She sucked on him and licked and swallowed. The salty taste filling her mouth and the wet feel of cum dripping from her inspired her to suck harder and faster. She wanted all she could get and craved more cum from him. At last his cock gave one final jerk and the last drop of cum dripped onto her waiting tongue and he wiped his cock on her face smearing the cum around.
She was out of breath still. Her breath coming in ragged pants that seemed in time with his. He smiled and rubbed his cock several more times against her face and she thrilled to the feel of his semi-hard cock head touching her and the slippery wetness as it slid over her flesh lubricated by the layer of cum covering her. Then he pulled it away. She looked up at him in surprise and locked eyes and then suddenly realized a second before he said anything what he was looking at.

He looked down to the blindfold and then back to her. She quivered as he stared at her with an angry look on his face. She remember the consequences now of the blindfold falling and felt a shiver shoot through her.
Bishop walked around her slowly squeezing his half hard cock. She was helplessly hanging there in mid air. He looked at her and leaned close so that his breath caressed her neck as he spoke.

"I think we have a little problem don't we?"

"Oh sir, yes sir!" She said, a little too eagerly.