Mystery Man

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Here I sit in a straight backed chair, my arms tied behind it. My knees are tied to the chair so that I cannot close them. My top unbuttoned so that my bra covered breasts are bare; my skirt hiked up to my thighs. I am blindfolded and totally unable to see the slightest hint of light. I turn my head at a sound to my left. It sounds like the scuffling of feet but I can’t tell for sure. I wonder what is going to happen to me and the anticipation is making me wet. I hear a door open, voices murmuring then nothing. The door to the room opens, sending a whoosh of cold air against my skin. I lift my head, my long hair trailing over my shoulders. I can hear movement, shuffling sounds, drawers being opened and closed. I feel fingers brush my hair, pulling it back and braiding it. I feel a tug, and my head goes back, warm hard lips meeting mine with rough brutal kisses. I moan and try to kiss them back, but they move away. Suddenly there is a slap on my right breast, then the left. They are slapped over and over, I can feel them turning red and getting warm. Şişli escort Roughly they are pulled from the bra; my nipples are hard as a rock. Fingers pull and pinch them, making them harder and the slapping continues. I moan at a particularly harsh slap, trying to pull away. My face is grabbed hard by the chin. “No, you will take this and not move, like a good girl.” I do not recognize the voice, but the tone tells me that if I do not do as told, the punishment will be severe. Something is placed over my nipples, sucking onto them and left there. I feel something slither down my chest, between my breasts and down to my thighs. It is hard, yet soft and smells of leather and oil. It is pulled away, then a light stinging slap on my thigh, then the other. Over and over again until I can feel the heat and sting spreading up and down the insides of my thighs. I try to close them then stop, remembering the warning not to move. My mouth opens in a pain filled moan and the slapping stops. My head is jerked back roughly. I can feel my braid being tied to the Sultangazi escort bayan slats of the chair, keeping my head back and my neck exposed. A hand around my neck, squeezing lightly, lips on mine. He is moving away now, not touching me. “Such a lovely pink she turns, don’t you think?” “Oh yes, I told you she did.” I have never been used like this. My owner has only spanked me lightly and always alone. I swallow hard and gasp as a hand reaches out and tugs on the nipple sucker. I feel hands on my thighs now, palms running up and down them, the outsides then the tops and inner thighs. His nails are lightly scraping my skin. I moan as the goose bumps rise. His teeth are grazing my skin, nipping and nibbling at my flesh. His fingers sliding over the top of my panties, and his knuckles brush my swollen lips. I open my thighs as wide as I can with my knees tied to the chair. “Such a dirty little slut, letting someone you don’t know touch you like this.” The fingers slide under my panties, with his knuckles brushing my slit, he teases Escort Taksim me. “Please,” I whimper. “Please what? Tell me what you want little slut. Is this it?” As fingers plunge into my soaking wet pussy, I moan long and low and try to pump my hips against his fingers but can’t. I feel a thumb on my clit, grinding, rubbing it hard and fast. My breathing turns into a pant, my hips wiggling. I feel a hand on my throat again. There is a mouth on the top of my breasts biting me, sucking it hard just above my right nipple. The suckers are pulled and twisted harshly. They are pulled off, and I can feel my own puffy nipples as the feeling comes back. I feel a hot wet mouth on them, sucking hard and pulling on them roughly. I hear heavy breathing close to my ear. I am not sure if it is my owners or the unknown stranger that is touching me. Abruptly he stops. I am left panting in the chair, unfulfilled. I hear the snaps of a camera, whispers and a door opening again. There are hands on my thighs now, going down to my ankles. I am being untied and my legs are closed for me, my arms released. My hair is untied, and my head is allowed to fall forward again. I can feel a chest against my knees, arms around my waist, his lips on my chin and lips. A whisper, “You are being such a good girl tonight.

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