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... and she was tied to a bed (continuation)
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... and she was tied to a bed (continuation) This is a continuation of the erotic start from Amakamaria 's post [post 3135371] She asked several people to finish her story, and now ... on with the show ('er story ... raise curtain! ... yes now! ...) You hears me enter the room, the soft crunch of my shoes on the carpet as I slowly step, step, step, up to your left leg. My finger glides gently down your calf to the knot, firmly I make sure it is tight ... step, step, step, I am at your right leg. Warm breath caresses your leg as my hands make sure that knot is tight also. Warm wetness moves up your leg as I give a lengthy flow of light tongue flicks. My tongue disappears as I move up to your right hand, again, making sure the knot is tight. Without a word, I circle around you to your left hand. I breathlessly remind you that at any time, you can end this ... "Trust me." as I tighten the last knot. I arraign the masquerade face mask snugly over your face, any hope of seeing anything quickly vanishes. "It's not on too tight right?" A breathless no escapes your lips. Fingers move under your chin, raising your head. "You are beautiful." Followed by a strong firm kiss. The room feels like it's spinning around and around, end over end, the kiss, firmly, intensely, powerful. A semi-strong manly musk reaches your nose, your lower half feels like it's twisting into itself as desire roars through your body. A kiss, wanting more, but a kiss ... lilac strikes your nose, augementing the manly musk, and the kiss breaks away. Yearning for more you reach out with your lips, head, tongue - nothing. Nothing, no crunching footsteps, no sounds of clothes being removed, the musk and lilac are still present. You start to get confused when you hear me tell you to be still ... I don't want to cut you. You hold still, and feel the knot on your left arm fall away. Tempted to reach out, to feel me, to know that I was just there, you hold back, not wanting to get cut by whatever blade I used. Silently, the knot falls off your left foot, you catch the scent of musk near your right foot. That knot falls off also, the musk grows stronger, as the knot falls off your right arm. You reach up to remove the mask, to see me, curiousity had grown to strong, and no. The mask doesn't move, as if it has grown like a second skin to your face. "You are my queen, as you deserve to be." I state, as I help you stand. "Come, I have plans." I give you a light twirl and you feel soft felt and lace grace your skin. You hesitate, still lightly holding onto my hand, you hesitate ... this is not what you expected, you wanted fucked. hard. Your questioning mind gets interrupted ... "You do trust me?" I ask, plain, stated, mildly hurt. The tinge of hurt in the question lingers in your mind as you quickly assure me that you do. "No need to be afraid, you can always end this at any time. Come." I lead you forward. Step after step ... no carpet ... there was carpet before, but not ... "Welcome Duke!" an older lady graciously says, "and who is this?" "She is my queen." I state, and lead you further forward. ... You are astonished by the voice, but before you can wonder more, you hear a murmur of several voices. "DUKE AND QUEEN!" a man rather loudly exclaims as musical instruments start playing. They are live instruments ... playing ... a waltz? With that realization, you are whirled out, and firmly in a waltz hold by me. We move on, and on, whirl after turn. I lead you on, it is easy to follow. The feeling of freedom, of butterflies in the breeze, around ... lilacs. Your mind tries wrapping itself around what is going on, as a line of ruffles cross your back ... your bare back. As we continue dancing, you become aware that I have clothed you in felt and lace, and with every other whirl, I am stripping you piece by piece. Pressure down below, you feel pressure. Realizing that it's my cock, pressing through my pants into you. You press closer, feeling the hard, thickness through my pants. Three whirls later, your quietly ask if you're still clothed. I breath back to you, "The same as me, not very much." My breath strikes you, my musk invades your nose, and the kiss begins again. Around and around, whirl after whirl, strong, firm kiss. Becoming passionate, release, and again ... kiss. I take your lower lip between my teeth, gently, softly, I pull back ... and with a woosh, I lift you up and plant you on my bare cock. The warmth, hardness, presses on your slit. Still whirling, murmurs from countless onlookers, your lower lips give it up and spread open as my hardness enters you. I hold you firmly in our dancing grip, as you are filled with my cock. Around and around ... light hands caress your backside, encouraging, soothing, enhancing. The tightness of your orgasm starts taking hold of you. I hold you firmly and continue dancing with you, cock firmly, deeply, hotly up inside you, hands caressing your back, tension builds up down below, mind numbing, desire aching, musk filled ... RELEASE! Your mind goes numb as your body explodes in a powerful orgasm. We continue dancing, my cock still deeply buried in you. Your senses start returning, I inform you that I can't hold back much longer. You want it in your mouth, to taste the cream of the manly musk you smell. The hard throbbing cock pulls out of you, you are laid gently down on the floor, hands caressing your backside, as I grunt, you hear a floosh as hot warm cum explodes across your breasts, up your neck and across your mouth. You open your mouth to get more inside and I don't disappoint, as a pint of warm cream is unloaded into and across your mouth. Swallowing, licking your lips, you state how delicious it tastes, just like pineapple ---- The music stops, the hands disappear, the eye covering mask melts away, you see my face, I was the bellboy, frozen in a soundless anguish cry of mortal terror. My face twists and everything disappears. You wake up in a warm sweat ... in your bed, bed sheets covered in sweat and cum. You start to wonder, could it have actually been real? ... looking down, the only thing to assure you that it was, is a black masquerade mask, in your lap. -out- Visit my blog if you want to at thax013 and thank you very much! |
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Thank you. I had this as a movie in my head. I felt good about it when I was finished. I'm really glad that I was able to make it real, and that it reminded you of your past experiences. Probably the best a written story can attempt to do  Visit my blog if you want to at thax013 and thank you very much!
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